Chapter 19; Hurricane

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Chapter 19

Dedicated to LukasTucker because he seems to really like my stories and he always comments and votes. Much love. Plus I stole his profile picture of Matt soooooo I owe him. ♥

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"Harry Styles? And Niall's Best friend! An item!"

"Now we all though Harry was with Kendall but did he have us all fooled? Harry was seen in the car with Abi laughing like nobody's business, the went to a club and dinner! Styles was even pictured holding Abi's hand." The female interviewer said as photos of me and Harry rolled across the screen.

Laughing like nobody's business!

It is nobody's business!

"I can't believe this! C'mon Harry. Niall's best friend? Won't that cause beef between you two? I hope you don't break he heart!" The male interviewer said. "Next we have more on Justin Bieber!"

My jaw dropped so low I thought it would just fall off.

"Abi! You're with Harry? Look at all the tweets about you two already this is unbelievable!"

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Fuck."

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Sammie was so absorbed with twitter at the moment she didn't notice me stand up and retreat to my own room.

I sigh and jump into bed, continually tossing and turning.

Dating Harry? No that's not happening nor will that ever, ever happen.

I cringe at the thought.

Well Harry, he is attractive, funny, truly a gift to the world. But he's Harry. Band mate of my best friend and crush.

The paps just caught us at the worst time that they could.

"Abi! You kissed him!" Sammie yells running in the room.

"No I most certainly did not!"

"TMZ says so." She smirked waving her phone in the air.

"Give me that." I snatched the phone from her grasp.

Yes, we have all seen he photos of Niall Horan's best mate Abi Fisher and band mate Harry Styles holding hands and canoodling in Styles car. But sources say they seen Fisher and Styles making out in the club. Now we cant confirm this quite yet, but we will have more updates on Habi soon.

"Who the fuck writes this bullshit!" I yelled throwing her phone towards the door.

She ran over and picked it up scowling at me. "What is your problem!" 

I didn't answer so she just left me slamming my door behind her.

I stood up from my bed and threw on some sweats that were discarded on the floor. Close by was the hoodie that tugged on.

I left the door to my room open and jogged down the stairs, praying my parents has retreated to bed by now.

"Abi? Where are you going?" I turned around to find mum with a cup of tea waiting patiently for an answer.

"Uh, out." I said.

"Its almost midnight, and you've been out all day." She eyed me.

I shrugged,

"Abi, baby." She set down her cup on the coffee table. She walked over and wiped tears, that were going unnoticed by me, from my cheeks. "What's wrong?"

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