You and I ◆Harry Styles◆

Chapter 19

"He sent me a drunken voice note the night that it happened, I kind of flipped out on him but I understand why he did it." Harry sighs while rubbing the back of his neck. "Liam has always liked you and for a period of time, Niall did too."

My eyes widen in surprise, "What?"

"When we first started hanging out, we were all fighting for your attention so I was kind of put off the idea of making the first move." He shrugs his shoulders. "I didn't want to ruin the friendship that I had with the guys but I really liked you so I went for it."

"This is so weird." I nervously laugh. "I knew that you guys were attracted to me because I was a Victoria's Secret Angel but I didn't think it was anything more than that."

"You were more than an angel." Harry tells me. "It's not often that you get to spend time with your crush and it was refreshing to see what you really like behind the cameras. You were funny, charismatic and supportive of everyone's dreams which obviously meant a lot to us because we were getting started in the music business. Nobody knew what One Direction would grow to be but you were there at almost all of our show, rocking our merch and telling everyone to come to our shows."

"You were my friends." I smile sadly. "The people that I cared about."

We're only gettin' older, baby

I roll my eyes as he starts to sing which makes him smile big.

And I've been thinkin' about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?

Harry pulls me into his arms and I can't help but smile as he sings to me.

Everything that you've ever dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake up
But there's nothing to be afraid of
Even when the night changes
It will never change me and you

The next few moments take us both by surprise as Harry goes in for a kiss that I happily accept. I find myself melting into his arms as our lips wrap up in passionate clinch that has us both gripping at eachother's bodies.

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VeronicaStyles: Mother

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The moment that I shared with Harry in our tennis court made me reminisce on life before all of this. We first met when we were both getting started out in the industry, I was more known at the time due to being a VS angel but his band had finished third in X Factor and they were attracting attention.

Our relationship was wholesome as we didn't have everything that we did now but the older that we have gotten, the more we have grown apart.

The more successful we became, the more our dreams grew and that meant that our paths in lives no longer aligned. Sacrifies needed to be made but it only seemed as if I was the one to make them as Harry decided to embark on a year long tour and it pained me to see him live out his dreams while I gave mine up to raise our children alone. 

"Veronica, look this way."

I try not to shift my body too much as I can feel my dress threatening to spill and it makes me realise how much weight I've lost in the past couple of weeks. When I first tried this dress on, it felt like a dream but now it's almost hanging off my body and I can already picture the headlines.

A frail looking Veronica Styles was spotted holding up her dress.

Harry notices the discomfort in my face so he makes his way to my side and I look up at him with a sad expression.

"I'm here." He kisses my head while wrapping his arm around my waist. "What's with the long face?"

"My dress is falling." I say through gritted teeth as I gracefully hold my dress up. "Fuck my life."

Harry helps me hold my dress up from the side while faking a laugh and I fake a smile to make our story look more realistic.

"Let go." He whispers in my ear and I do so only to sigh in relief as the dress stays secure. "I've got you, baby."

"Don't call me that." I raise a brow. "You're still on punishment."

More photographers call for us to look their way and Harry manages to keep a good grip on my dress as we pose for them. The public is unaware of the issues that we have going on in our marriage and we would like to keep it that way.

We have two children together and I want to protect them as much as we can because I know how ruthless the press can be. Keeping up appearances is tough but it's so worth it in the long run as we get to avoid all the fake stories that come with trouble in paradise.

"Thank you." I thank Harry once we are off the carpet and inside the venue. "I appreciate the help."

"I would offer you my blazer but I'd probably get kicked out for not wearing a shirt."

I roll my eyes, "I did tell you to grab something from my closet but you insisted that this was rock n roll."

"This is rock n' roll." He flashes me a smile while showing off his suit which is pretty chic. "Who needs a shirt when you've got a butterfly on your abdomen?"