Gotta Be You

With or Without You

Sure, I admit that the whole crying thing was a bit dramatic, but who cares! A girl has got to milk it once in a while. 

As the saturday progressed, Liam and I spoke to each other only if completely necissary. But by the time Zayn woke up at two o'clock, I was ready to reconcile.

"Liam, I'm really sorry." I said as I entered his messy bedroom. He layed on his bed with his laptop on his lap. He looked up at me.

"Livy, I'm sorry too. I talked to mom and told her what happened. She said I needed to give you space, even if I was only trying to protect you." He mumbled on. I entered his room further, having to step over mountains of clothes to reach his bed.

"If it means so much to you, I promise I'll try not to get photographed with Harry in public. It is the least I can do to make you feel better." I offered him. Liam lifted and eyebrow curiously.

"You can't promise you won't spend time with him in public anymore?" He questioned as if I wasn't already making a sacrafice.

"Come on Liam, don't go loony older brother on me again!" I pleaded. Deciding my job was over, I stood up and began walking towards the door.

"Fine, fine. But will you help me with something?" He asked.

I shook my head slowly. "Sorry, I have a hair appointment in like fifteen minutes." I explained. Liam gave me a suprised expression. 

"You can't go out in public now! You'll be swarmed!" I shrugged at him.

"Then come with me. Cause, I am not missing that appointment. I had to book it months in advance!" Liam sighed and closed his laptop, I began to leave his room and he followed. 

"Let's go then. I am not letting you go alone!" 

"Why don't you just let Harry protect me then?" I teased, odviously creating Liam much stress.

As we walked down the London street to the hair salon, cameras and papparzzi swarmed us. It never really crossed either of our minds that Liam would just attract even more attention.

"Are the rumors true?" "Liam, how do you feel about your sister and Harry?" "Olivia! What is it like dating Harry Styles?" All the media yelled. Liam had his arm on my shoulder, trying to keep my head down. Even though Liam was silent, I couldn't help but to want to shout at them back. 

As soon as we made it to the salon, Liam pushed me inside and everything went quiet. It was hard to hear there shouts threw the thick glass, though I coud still see them clearly.

"Bloody hell! Are you okay?" The recptionist asked as she showed me to the chair. 

"Who knew Liam was so popular?" I exclaimed to her.

"Oh sis, I don't think its me they're hollering for." He sighed while taking a seat in the chair beside me.  

Once the hair stylist put the color foil in my hair, she left, telling me she'd be back in forty minutes.

"Tell me again why I agreed to coming to you're hour long hair appointment?" Liam asked as he slouched in the chair, casually glancing at his phone.

"Remember, you wanted to come?" I smirked. My phone suddenly began to ring. I picked it up quickly and carefully pulled it up to my ear. I took a glance out the window and saw the cameras were still there.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" I said cheerily.

"Its Harry, just wanted to know where you guys were. We're having a bloody good scrabble game and wondered if you wanted in on it?" He asked. I gave a big grin, hoping Liam wouldn't notice. 

"One second." I whispered into the phone.

"Hey Liam, can you get me a coffee down the street?" 

"Whatever." He stood up quickly and walked out of the salon into the papparozzi filled street. I knew he would do anything to get away. 

Sudddenly, the hair stylist came back and started at my hair once more.

"Sorry Harry, Liam and I are at the hair salon. He insisted that he had to come and protect me. Good thing too. Cameras are lined up all down the street. They all want a peice of 'new information'." I explained to him. 

"Ha! That doesn't sound good. We have an interview tommorow, I can already guess what pretty girl they'll be asking about!"  I giggled out loud to his comment.

"Aw! You are the sweetest Harry!" I enthused with slight sarcasm. "Well, I better go. Good luck in scrabble, and remember, Louis can't funtion if you start using long words! Bye!" After Harry said his good bye, I hung up the phone.

"Is that your boyfriend?" The stylist asked casually.

"Something like that."