Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Twenty.

"I said you didn't have to help me, remember?" I walked past him with one of my suit cases and walked down the driveway. I heard the rolling of another suitcase behind me indicating Harry had taken one and was following me. "Besides, you weren't too keen on it anyway."

I opened the trunk of my car and pushed the suitcase all the way to the back. Harry did the same thing with the other. He turned and leaned against my car, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking. He was was wearing actual clothes this time. A dark green v neck, skinny jeans, and sunglasses.

"I changed my mind."

"You're bipolar, you know that?" I moved around him to go back to the house to get my other two luggages.

It was only hours ago that Harry and I were being rude to each other, giving each other the cold shoulder, and exchanging mean glares. Now he was smirking at me, amused with my irritation and not sharing in it.

"Fine. If you don't want my help, I won't go."

I walked past my luggage and into the kitchen to grab a water bottle. When I closed the door, my eyes caught sight of my face on a glossy sheet of paper. I almost spit out my water when I looked at it more closely.

"Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention we are now a couple?"

The front cover of OK magazine had plastered a picture of Harry and I walking into the club together with his hand on my back. Behind us were Louis and Eleanor, but their open relationship wasn't as juicy as a possible spark in Harry Styles's relationship. Above our heads was a caption that said, "Harry Styles and a Blooming Relationship? Read More on Page 11!"

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. A picture of me on the front cover of a magazine was no bueno. God forbid someone recognizes me and rats me out. I knew paparazzi was going to be an issue when taking this case, but I never knew my face would be so public.

"Don't even bother reading page 11. All it talks about is Liam's birthday party, news of the band, and you and I going together. Apparently that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend. Or as OK likes to call it, you're my new 'bae'."

"Damn, they work fast." I said. The party hasn't even been over for twelve hours and there was already a published article about us? The writer must have been up all night just to get this story out before competing magazines did.

"Fastest yet." Harry said. "Guess they missed out on the part where you left with a different guy."

I stopped in my tracks and turned on my heels to look Harry dead in the eye. He raised an eyebrow at me, as if daring me to say something back. Was he serious right now?

"Yeah and the part where you left with bimbo Michelle." I glared.

Harry licked his lips and pushed himself off the countertop he was leaning against. His once amused expression had turned sour, giving me the impression he was now annoyed. "So do you need help or not?"

I knew I was going to regret this, but I in fact did need help, and though I would rather have Louis helping me, he wasn't an option and Ryan was still mad at me, and no one else was around so...

"Yes," I grumbled under my breath and moved to take the last of the suitcases to my car. Surprisingly, Harry wanted to be a gentlemen and offered to roll both suitcases down the driveway. "I'll just drive us both and then drive you back later. I dont know what parking is going to be like there."

"Haven't you been there before?" Harry asked, yet hopping in the front seat anyway.

"Yeah, but I didn't look into guest parking or anything like that." I lied and started the engine.