Far Too Many Good Intentions. (Harry Styles)

You've got this worry in your heart.

"So, why exactly am I here?" I muttered as Harry and Louis dragged me through the large metal gates of the London Zoo.

Louis rolled his eyes at me. "So you can keep us company, duh," he scoffed. I looked around warily at my surroundings, trying to keep my mind out of the inevitable gloom that seemed to settle in my heart whenever I even came near a zoo.

Harry tugged my hand to get my attention. "You alright?" he looked at me with worried eyes, and for one foolish second, I thought he knew.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm fine! Why?"

"You look...frightened," he chuckled.

"I told you; I've only been to the zoo once. Animals freak me out." It wasn't a complete lie, but it'd have to suffice for now. As we walked to our designated area where the rest of the boys were waiting, swarms of young parents and their children milled about around us.

A particular face of a young girl caught my attention. She couldn't have been a day over six, and was being pulled along, grasped in her mothers' hand; a normal sight here. But one thing about her made me stare longer than normal. She was crying, wailing even.

Tears stained her flushed cheeks, fat salty tears that seemed to sink deep into the little girl's jumper. The girl's mother didn't notice, and the tears still did not cease.

I watched as her mother continued to weave in and out of the masses of people, all the while the little girl fought her way to keep up. She suddenly tripped over her little leather shoe and went sprawling onto the cement, which only made her cry harder.

And I watched in horror as the girl's mother bent down and yanked her up to a standing position. From where I was, her voice rang loud and clear. "Can't you see you're wasting time? Get up," the mother snapped.

"Mummy, I'm sorry," the little girl whimpered.

In that moment, I saw myself in that little girl, and my heart nearly shattered.

"Addison?"

I was wrenched out of my intent gaze on this scene by Harry's warm hand tightening around my suddenly cold one. "Are you sure you're alright, love?"

His eyes reflected my sudden sadness; I couldn't bear to look at him anymore as my eyes welled with tears of my own. But I forced them back, and tried to smile. "Yeah," I swallowed. "Just tired."

He forced me to look at him by taking my chin in his hand. He instantly saw the blurriness forming in my eyes, and his face grew devastated. "Oh, Addison," he breathed, and enveloped me in a bone crushing hug. I buried my head in his chest, breathing in his smell to help calm myself.

"I really hope I didn't do anything to make you upset," Harry whispered, and I felt his lips touch my hair.

I looked up at him. "Don't even think that for a second," I stressed, wiping away a stray tear. "I think I need to go home. I'll explain everything later. Go on and do your thing," I laughed pathetically, trying to lighten the mood. He stared blankly at me, as if I were speaking a different language.

"I'm going with you," He stated.

"Harry, no. You can't do that! What about the show?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"I'm sure they'll understand," he took two strides and in moments, my face was in his hands. "Besides, making you happy means so much more than staying here."

My heart could've exploded right then and there.

"Thank you," I whispered, my eyesight growing fuzzy again as we made our way to the exit.

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"So, you fell in?" Harry asked incredulously.

I just nodded, and continued to drink my tea as a distraction from crying. "You almost died, and all your mum could do was scold you," he shook his head in disgust. "Excuse my language, but what a selfish bitch."

I smiled sadly. "Exactly."

We sat in silence around the kitchen table for a minute, before Harry's face suddenly lit up. "Can I show you something?" he asked, pulling me up from the table.

"Where are we going?"

"My room," he wiggled his eyebrows before grinning. "I want you to meet my mum."

"Your mom is hiding in your bedroom?" I joked. He just rolled his eyes at me, pulling on my arm.

He dragged me into the bedroom, sitting me down on the bed. He then brought over a laptop, opening the lid as he sat down next to me.

He pressed a few buttons, and soon, the Skype call was answered by a smiling, middle aged woman. He didn't even have to tell me she was his mother; they looked almost identical. "Harry, darling, how have you been!" her smile grew even bigger.

I looked over at Harry, who looked just as happy as she did. "I'm great, mum! How are you?"

They exchanged a few words until Harry literally jerked me into frame. "Mum, this is Addison. Addison, this is my mother, Anne."

I waved shyly in a hello.

"Hello, dear! Oh, Harry, she's even more gorgeous than you described," she whispered, and Harry groaned.

I laughed at him as he hid his face in his hands. "I take Haz here talks about me a lot then?"

"All the time! Don't be embarrassed. She really is beautiful," she smiled at him.

"Mum! Don't make me hang up on you!" Harry wailed. I couldn't help but giggle, nudging his knee with mine. He looked over and gave me one of his heart-stopping smiles.

And in that perfect moment we shared, I had never felt so happy.