Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 108: The magazine.

"BRIELLE! COME JOIN OUR TWITCAM!" Louis yells. I opens my eyes slightly and glare at him. He pulls my arm over to Harry's bed. 

"Why are you guys in here?" I ask sleepily. 

"Just to annoy you." Niall answers. 

"At least wake Harry up." I moan. 

"He'll wake up soon." Liam says.  

"This girl. Right here. My best friend." Louis explains as he puts his arm over my shoulder. 

"No. She's my best friend." Liam protests. 

"I beg to differ." Niall squeals. 

"I don't think she likes me very much.. but I want her to be my best friend." Zayn says after. 

"It's settled! Zayn's my best friend!" I squeal. 

"This doesn't please me." Louis moans. 

"You get use to it Louis." Harry mumbles as he sits on the bed. 

"I'll go get breakfast?" I ask. 

"Just get a lot of muffins and pastries and stuff." Niall requests. 

I head out of the room and down to the lobby. I get breakfast, but on the way back up, a magazine caught my eye. 

'Harry Style's relationship is fake! He just felt bad for Brielle.' Is what the headline said. 

Is it true? Am I just another charity case to him? I quickly buy the magazine and run back up the stairs with tears streaming down my face. I burst through the room, slam breakfast and the magazine down, and run back out of the room.  

"Baby?" I hear Harry call. I don't stop running. I run down to the lobby, sit on the couch, and I hide my face in my knees and sob. 

"Brielle?" I hear Niall say. 

"What?" 

"It's not true." Liam says. 

"I don't even know what to believe anymore! It is so possible. I really wanna believe it's not. Deep down inside I know it's not. But it.." 

"Is a rumor." Niall finishes. 

"Where's the rest?" I ask. 

"Zayn and Louis are trying to comfort Harry." Liam explains.   

I get up and run upstairs. As soon as I'm on the fourth floor, Louis and Zayn leave the room. 

"Babe, go in there and make it all okay. You know he loves you. It's a magazine. They are paid to lie." Louis says. 

"I promise you. It's a complete rumor. You would know if Harry didn't actually love you. He wouldn't want you to come over all the time, and he wouldn't do all these cute romantic things, he wouldn't hold you in his arms while you sleep." Zayn says. I nod my head. 

"Oh, and he thinks it's Niall and Liam going in.. so knock." Louis says before running off. I knock on Harry's door very lightly. 

"Come in." A muffled voice says. I slowly creak open the door. Harry has his face hidden in the pillows. 

"Harry?" I ask. 

He quickly stands up, I throw my arms around him. 

"Brielle." He whispers, his breath tickling my ear. "It's not true." 

"Shh. I know." I say as I kiss him. He falls on the bed with me on top of him still kissing him. 

"Babe." He whispers. 

"What?"

"I love you, and always will. Remember that."  I slowly kiss him and stand back up. 

"Let's go downstairs." I suggest. 

"Or we can stay here." He says as he crashes his lips into mine. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. After about a minute, I pull away. 

"Let's go downstairs." Harry says the same way I did. I laugh and he sets me down. We walk to the elevator hand in hand. On the elevator, he get's a phone call. 

"Hey mom!" He squeals. "You're coming tomorrow? Oh that's right! I forgot! You're staying in this hotel, right?" 

I hear her mumble something on the other line. 

"You're on the third floor, and Gemma on the fourth floor?" He asks. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!" He puts his phone back in his pocket, and moves a strand of hair out of my face. 

"Hey guess what?" Harry asks. 

"What Harry?" 

"You're gonna meet my mom and sister!" 

A rush of nervousness comes over me. So many thoughts go through my head. What if they don't like me? What if they don't approve? What if they don't want Harry dating me. I guess Harry can sense something's wrong. 

"They'll love you almost as much as I do. I promise."