Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 29

"Can you not?" I say, harshly to Mimi, as she began to sing 'Will Always Love You' really loudly.

"Grumpy bum! Shouldn't have had that much to drunk last night." She says playfully, as I remember our crazy night in, which had involved movies, pizza, alcohol and a shit load if laughter.

"I thought you had drunk as much as me!" I groan back, as we lie on the sofas with sliced cucumbers on our eyes, trying to get rid of the puffiness due to last night.

"You were too drunk to notice shit." She says back way too playfully for me right now.

"Shhh. Just give me literally one minute of silence. We woke up at twelve and now it's two o'clock and you haven't closed your mouth the whole time." I say, emphasising the weakness in my voice.

"Fine. I'll give you ten minutes of silence to recover and don't fall asleep." Mimi says, getting up and walking to her large bathroom.

Yes.

I inhale deeply as I process the events of this week. It went so quickly. Work, home, Harry and Mimi. On Monday at work Paul literally sent me home for the day and told me I should actually get sleep before coming to work.

"Holy shit. Are you firing me?" I had said, in full panic mode. He gripped my shoulder, his body shaking with laughs.

"You're an idiot. I'm giving you a paid day off! And you straight away think I'm firing you?" He continued to laugh at my stupidity.

So from there I ended up going home and spending the day there casually. I was curious about Harry and I sharing a kiss on the live 1D Day stream yesterday, so I couldn't help but google it to see what people had written online about it. Oh boy. Life would be different.

'Harry Styles Back To His Old Ways? Kissing Random Girls Is How He Starts His Day!?'

Go. Fuck. Yourselves. My mind simply forms the words without a second thought.

'Harry Styles new girlfriend Burberry designer Laura Evans?!'

How the hell do these bitches know my name?

'Has Harry Got A New Lady?!'

I sure fucking hope so. Yippee, Yi, Yay

mother fuckers.

After a boring and fairly scary hour at home, I couldn't help but look at my iPhone on the coffee table. After trying to ignore the clingy thought, I gave up, snatched my phone and sent Harry a text asking him if he was busy. His reply made my heart flutter like a teenage girl.

'Hii baby, I was actually having a fight with my brain over weather or not I should text you if you're busy! What about work? hope you didn't lie to me... or you're in trouble baby;) x'

Harry ended up coming to my house. He seemed very excited to come over again. I figured that out after he pulled a Marcel on me and ran through my front door launching himself onto my leather sofa. I showed him on my laptop what gossip columns had been writing online about the two of us, reading the titles out loud. Harry didn't seem surprised at all in fact joyful actually.

"I want the whole world to know you're mine baby." Harry said to me, kissing my hair and hugging me tightly on the couch. But it slightly bothered me that I couldn't call him mine yet. I wanted to with every inch of my heart, but he hadn't made me the promise of me actually becoming his girlfriend. I knew it was much too fast if he were to actually ask me to be his girlfriend know, and I understood. But I suppose it just made me a little uncomfortable when he were to say things like; "All the girlfriends are coming on Saturday too!", or "You're mine." Because I wasn't. Oh but I wanted to be.