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*Harry’s P.O.V.*

“Okay, what?” she asks.

“If we can do this, will you promise you won’t let any of the hate get to you?”

“Hate?”

“Eleanor and Perrie get hate. They get threats. I don’t know why they get it. Okay, I do. The fans are jealous. I can’t believe how mean these girls can be; that’s why the boys and I started to help with anti-bullying. So be careful when you’re on Twitter? Once the fans find out I’m dating someone. Me, Harry Styles, player, womanizer,” I roll my eyes, “Has a girlfriend, it’s going to get ugly, and I don’t want anything happening to you,” I kiss her forehead.

“Harry,” she cups my face with both of her hands, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t have a Twitter anyways.”

“You don’t?” I ask a little shocked.

“Nope. I’ve already dealt with bullying, so I got rid of my social medias. Except for my Facebook and Tumblr. The people who bullied me know I still have a Facebook, but they’re already blocked. I say things I shouldn’t, but I have like 20 friends on this account, and they’re the only people I actually really talk to anymore. The Tumblr is to keep up with you guys,” she giggles.

“That’s my girl,” I pull her into a hug.

It’s finally time to start the concert, and we open with “Up All Night.” Then “I would,” “Heart Attack,” and so on. By the time we get to "C’mon C’mon", I can’t help but look over at Annabelle each time a sexual line comes up. She knows I want it. I know she wants it. My dick that is. I can’t wait until “Rock Me.”

She told me one of her absolute favorites of ours is “Over Again,” and it’s taking everything in my strength not to look at her. I don’t want anyone other than our group to know about her yet. A few more songs go by, and it’s finally time for “Rock Me.” I look over at her during my opening line playing it off as if I’m looking at the band.

She starts to sway her hips; this girl is going to drive me crazy. Here comes the chorus. She starts hip thrusting to the lyrics, and I can’t help but looked shocked. She and her friend are seriously rocking out to this song, and it’s the biggest turn on I’ve ever seen. This concert can’t be over fast enough. There she goes again hip thrusting. How am I supposed to not get a boner during this concert without anyone noticing?! I scream in my head.

The concert is finally over. The thank yous have been giving, and I run towards Annabelle kissing her as hard as possible.

“You are a dirty little girl, Annabelle. The day we have sex is going to be the best fucking night of my life,” I kiss her again.

“Get a room!” Liam yells, and I flick him off while still making out with Annabelle. She moans into my mouth.

“Jump,” I tell her, and I carry her back to my bus. We keep making out until she pulls away. “Everything okay?” I ask.

“I have to work tomorrow, Harry. I can’t stay too long.”

“You can’t call off?”

“Not at a place like mine,” she smiles. “Harry, you know I would love to come with you,” she places her hand on my cheek, “And I mean that in more ways than one,” she winks, “But I love my job way too much to leave it. Especially since I won’t have it after the summer’s over.”

“Why?”

“I move back home. Remember, I don’t live here?”

I nod my head staring into her eyes. “Are you in school?” I ask.

“I am. I’ll be a sophomore in college come this fall,” she doesn’t sound happy about that.

“What are you studying?”

“Entrepreneurship,” she smiles.

“That’s like business, isn’t?”

“That’s exactly what it is,” she laughs. “I want to open my own business one day.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to open a dog kennel, and eventually rescue Pit Bulls,” he eyes start to shine.

“Pit Bulls? Those...?”

She cuts me off, “Don’t even say those vicious dogs.” I look away embarrassed. “I can see it on your face that you don’t like the breed. Which is ironic because the one interview slash show you did you were holding a Pit Bull puppy,” she looks up at me. I laugh.

We continue talking when Annabelle realizes it’s midnight. “I really have to get going, Harry,” she smiles standing up from my bed. I pull her back once more. I take her beat up arm in my hands, and kiss each mark she has. When I stand up I see tears in her eyes. “Why are you crying, love?”

“Because you’re the first person to kiss them. I just feel that that’s special. I also can’t believe that the first person to kiss them is you, Harry Styles; the cheeky little bastard.”

“I want you to feel loved, Annabelle. And just remember, whenever you need me, call me.”

“But I don’t have your number. And can you guys even use your phones here?”

“We have separate ones for when we’re here or home,” I laugh.

“What do I do when I can’t call you because you’re in another country?”

“We can Skype; we can go old fashioned, and I’ll email you.”

“Harry, I know I’m strong, but I do have my weak points. But because I have dealt with bullying so much, I know I can get through it.

I sigh looking at her face. “Do you have a Facebook?”

“I don’t, actually,” I scratch behind my head.

“Well... Um... I technically have three accounts.. One for myself,” she pauses, “Please, please don’t laugh at the other two...” I nod and smile for her to continue. “Well the second two are what my friends and I call roleplaying accounts; so I have one for James Maslow from Big Time Rush.”

“Big Time Rush?!” I nearly scream and laugh.

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*Harry’s P.O.V.*

“Okay, what?” she asks.

“If we can do this, will you promise you won’t let any of the hate get to you?”

“Hate?”

“Eleanor and Perrie get hate. They get threats. I don’t know why they get it. Okay, I do. The fans are jealous. I can’t believe how mean these girls can be; that’s why the boys and I started to help with anti-bullying. So be careful when you’re on Twitter? Once the fans find out I’m dating someone. Me, Harry Styles, player, womanizer,” I roll my eyes, “Has a girlfriend, it’s going to get ugly, and I don’t want anything happening to you,” I kiss her forehead.

“Harry,” she cups my face with both of her hands, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t have a Twitter anyways.”

“You don’t?” I ask a little shocked.

“Nope. I’ve already dealt with bullying, so I got rid of my social medias. Except for my Facebook and Tumblr. The people who bullied me know I still have a Facebook, but they’re already blocked. I say things I shouldn’t, but I have like 20 friends on this account, and they’re the only people I actually really talk to anymore. The Tumblr is to keep up with you guys,” she giggles.

“That’s my girl,” I pull her into a hug.

It’s finally time to start the concert, and we open with “Up All Night.” Then “I would,” “Heart Attack,” and so on. By the time we get to "C’mon C’mon", I can’t help but look over at Annabelle each time a sexual line comes up. She knows I want it. I know she wants it. My dick that is. I can’t wait until “Rock Me.”

She told me one of her absolute favorites of ours is “Over Again,” and it’s taking everything in my strength not to look at her. I don’t want anyone other than our group to know about her yet. A few more songs go by, and it’s finally time for “Rock Me.” I look over at her during my opening line playing it off as if I’m looking at the band.

She starts to sway her hips; this girl is going to drive me crazy. Here comes the chorus. She starts hip thrusting to the lyrics, and I can’t help but looked shocked. She and her friend are seriously rocking out to this song, and it’s the biggest turn on I’ve ever seen. This concert can’t be over fast enough. There she goes again hip thrusting. How am I supposed to not get a boner during this concert without anyone noticing?! I scream in my head.

The concert is finally over. The thank yous have been giving, and I run towards Annabelle kissing her as hard as possible.

“You are a dirty little girl, Annabelle. The day we have sex is going to be the best fucking night of my life,” I kiss her again.

“Get a room!” Liam yells, and I flick him off while still making out with Annabelle. She moans into my mouth.

“Jump,” I tell her, and I carry her back to my bus. We keep making out until she pulls away. “Everything okay?” I ask.

“I have to work tomorrow, Harry. I can’t stay too long.”

“You can’t call off?”

“Not at a place like mine,” she smiles. “Harry, you know I would love to come with you,” she places her hand on my cheek, “And I mean that in more ways than one,” she winks, “But I love my job way too much to leave it. Especially since I won’t have it after the summer’s over.”

“Why?”

“I move back home. Remember, I don’t live here?”

I nod my head staring into her eyes. “Are you in school?” I ask.

“I am. I’ll be a sophomore in college come this fall,” she doesn’t sound happy about that.

“What are you studying?”

“Entrepreneurship,” she smiles.

“That’s like business, isn’t?”

“That’s exactly what it is,” she laughs. “I want to open my own business one day.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to open a dog kennel, and eventually rescue Pit Bulls,” he eyes start to shine.

“Pit Bulls? Those...?”

She cuts me off, “Don’t even say those vicious dogs.” I look away embarrassed. “I can see it on your face that you don’t like the breed. Which is ironic because the one interview slash show you did you were holding a Pit Bull puppy,” she looks up at me. I laugh.

We continue talking when Annabelle realizes it’s midnight. “I really have to get going, Harry,” she smiles standing up from my bed. I pull her back once more. I take her beat up arm in my hands, and kiss each mark she has. When I stand up I see tears in her eyes. “Why are you crying, love?”

“Because you’re the first person to kiss them. I just feel that that’s special. I also can’t believe that the first person to kiss them is you, Harry Styles; the cheeky little bastard.”

“I want you to feel loved, Annabelle. And just remember, whenever you need me, call me.”

“But I don’t have your number. And can you guys even use your phones here?”

“We have separate ones for when we’re here or home,” I laugh.

“What do I do when I can’t call you because you’re in another country?”

“We can Skype; we can go old fashioned, and I’ll email you.”

“Harry, I know I’m strong, but I do have my weak points. But because I have dealt with bullying so much, I know I can get through it.

I sigh looking at her face. “Do you have a Facebook?”

“I don’t, actually,” I scratch behind my head.

“Well... Um... I technically have three accounts.. One for myself,” she pauses, “Please, please don’t laugh at the other two...” I nod and smile for her to continue. “Well the second two are what my friends and I call roleplaying accounts; so I have one for James Maslow from Big Time Rush.”

“Big Time Rush?!” I nearly scream and laugh.