Be Like You

“I feel like we’re never going to be in L.A.” Meagan muttered as we walked through the Heathrow Airport; we took the first flight from New York where my last concert in the tour scheduled was held to London.

“You can always go back L.A; I’m a big girl” I grinned flashing my pearl white teeth at her.

“You’d die your first day without me” she retorted playfully as we made our way past the screaming fans and into the car waiting for us.

“I can handle press control on my own, thank you very much”.

We laughed at each other the entire drive to our new loft; Meagan still hadn’t seen it due to the fact that I had found our new home when I visited Harry for the weekend, “You’re going to love the flat. It’s gorgeous” I murmured looking through my keychain for the right key.

“The rooms are on the other side of the loft right? Because I’m pretty sure we’re both pretty loud in the sack” she asked worried.

“That’s the first thing I asked about” I grinned turning the lights on to let her get the full effect of the view.

After a moment of silence; I took Meagan’s silence as a good thing and took my three over sized luggage bags with me to my room only scream in horror as someone wrapped their hands around my eyes from behind.

I quickly shut up once Harry’s laugh echoed in the room and his hands were removed from my face, “Not funny” I muttered pouting.

“Love I’m sorry; I just wanted to surprise you just you like you surprised me” he grinned cheekily.

Nodding and rolling my eyes I didn’t push him away as he crawled into bed with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to his body, “I missed you.”

We didn’t do anything that night; just spent time with each other cuddling and stealing kisses from each other. It was nice to just spend time with each other and know we didn’t have a
time limit.

Waking up the next morning was an amazing feeling; having Harry’s arm wrapped around me and hearing him snore. Struggling my way out of his grip I made my way to the kitchen; finding Meagan already up drinking coffee and working away.

“Up already?” she asked pouring me a cup of coffee.

Nodding I took a seat across from her at the island and looking through the paper until setting it down and looking at her, “Just spit it out already”.

“What?” she asked alarmed at my outburst.

Shrugging my shoulders I looked at my phone until she finally sighed, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, can you just tell me? You’ve been acting strange” I stated.

“I hate bursting your bubble, but as your manager I’m supposed to make sure your image stays clean and that you’re aware of anything having to do with you” she reminded me.

“Yeah and?” I asked worried, before realization dawned on me, “If this is about Harry and I then I don’t want to hear it. Sure we’ve had our problems but we’re doing well now.”

“Well then hear it from a friend and not your manager. Harry’s name is being tied with someone named Caroline Flack. Does that name ring a bell?” she insisted, after no answer
from me she shook her head sighing, “She’s a television presenter; like for the X-factor”

Taking a moment to let everything soak in I breathed, “Thank you for telling me, and I’ll keep it in mind. But I love him; and I’m willing to make things work for the long run”

We spent the rest of the morning in silence, Meagan busy with making sure my career kept progressing while I worked on some more songs. I wasn’t upset with her in any way; I
appreciated the fact that she let me know.

Once Harry rolled out of bed and finding us in the kitchen he smiled at Meagan and kissed my cheek before chugging the rest of my third cup of coffee.

Hitting his chest I took my cup back and poured myself another serving, only earning a weird look from Meagan, “That’s your fourth” she noted.

“And you’ve got me set up with four interviews and then I have two classes” I muttered defensively.

The next few hours were hell, not only was jet lag kicking in but so was my caffeine crash; I wanted to desperately skip my two classes but I couldn’t. The first class was mandatory unless I wanted to be dropped from the roster list.

Sometimes I hated still being underage, my dad’s only rule for me making my home in London for the time being was that I had to enroll for summer courses; one of his methods of keeping Harry away from me.

He accepted that we were back together, and he couldn’t necessarily ban me from seeing him; not when there was an ocean separating us. But as my legal guardian he still had control over my bank accounts, which at the moment paid my expenses.