The Challenge

60 (repost)

After our short getaway in the Peak District, it was hard adjusting to life back in London especially since it was so hectic and busy. Not a day had gone by where I wasn't being mobbed by One Direction fans no matter where I went - if I was with Harry or not. It seemed as if the moment we got back to London, the media had decided to turn it's attention to Harry and I.

Pages upon pages of tabloid speculation about our relationship followed by pictures of us leaving venues together or me with some of the other band members because I wasn't just Harry's stylist, I was Louis' and Zayn's and Niall's and Liam's. I had no issues working with Niall or Liam or Zayn. They were great, all of them. And I didn't have any issues working with Louis, but Harry seemed to have issues with me working with Louis.

Our first fight post-break and pre-tour was over Louis. And we had only been back a week.

"I understand you have to work with him but can you not flirt with him?!" Harry shouted once we got into the car at the end of the day. I had finished meeting with some of the band managers after an afternoon of fittings with the boys and Harry had insisted on picking me up because we had 'things to discuss'.

"Are you serious right now? You think I was flirting with Louis?" I asked him. I shook my head incredulously, I couldn't believe this right now.

He nodded and pulled the car out of the car park, the tires squealing as he drove towards his house, or my house, I wasn't sure.

"Okay, look, we both know we're going to fight, especially with me working with you guys on such a close level and we're going to be on tour with each other and on top of one another, literally, but can you not freak out about every little thing? I have to be nice to Louis - it's my job! And even if I didn't have to be nice to him, I still would be because he's my friend!" I exclaimed.

He didn't respond, he just kept his grip tight on the steering wheel as the rain that had been a light drizzle started coming down heavier and heavier.

"Please, slow down, Harry, you're driving really fast. And didn't we agree to not shut each other out and be honest with each other?" I glanced over at him and he was biting his lip, pulling it between his teeth as he seemed to be contemplating what to say.

"I am being honest - I think you were flirting with Louis. And don't tell me how to drive, you can't drive for shit so don't be a front-seat driver or whatever they say, Georgia." He bit out his words, sounding being annoyed with my supposed flirting behavior. But I honestly hadn't been flirting with Louis. I was conversing and joking with him like a normal human being. Like I had been with Harry five minutes before and like I had been doing with Niall and Liam and Zayn. I didn't understand where he was coming from.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest, glancing out the window as Harry continued driving but at a slower speed thanks to my pleading. "Take me home, please."

"I am," he stated. But I saw my flat building pass us in the next second.

"Um, no, you just drove past my house, Harry." I pointed out the window towards my building that was growing smaller in the distance as he continued down the road.