My Little Bird

Is Harry Styles in trouble?

The One Direction singer's on and off girlfriend Abigail Prentiss is back from New Zealand after three months of filming on location for her role in the highly anticipated upcoming film The Island. Since she was spotted after landing in Heathrow Airport on Sunday morning, she has been seen in a number of places with her apparent once again boyfriend Styles, including a party at Funky Budhha and a romantic dinner at Rossini's.

The result of this however is that we haven't seen our dear Hazza out and about with mystery girl Asher ever since Prentiss arrived back home. We can't help but wonder if he's already gone and dumped the American beauty for his ex. Only time will tell! In the meantime, Asher seems to be filling her time with afternoons out in the company of the other boys of One Direction, mainly the likes of Liam Payne and Niall Horan (who both just happen to be single).

Check back with us as we find out more details! In the meantime, drop us a comment and check out the photo gallery (click here) of the on-again Styles/Prentiss couple and the mysterious Asher out with the other lads.

Since Abby's return to the UK, the articles about Harry and about Asher had practically doubled in volume. Most of them focused on Harry's new relationship with an old flame while Asher's focused on what she was doing now that she had been quote, unquote dumped by the famous boyband member.

It had been five days that Abby had been back home and already things were different between Harry and Asher. He didn't try to avoid her, but she had definitely noticed a change in his behavior. He didn't joke around with her, he didn't go places alone with her, and they didn't hang out alone like he had done before Abby's arrival. Asher half wondered if it was Abby who had forced that, or if it was Harry feeling guilty.

She'd spent every day with Niall, though Liam did join them at some points and she had a lunch or two with Zayn's lovely girlfriend Perrie. Harry had joined them only once at Niall's flat when they were all getting schooled by Asher in every single video game they tried to play with her. Other than that, he had been MIA to the lads and Asher, spending most of his time with Abigail and her friends.

Eleanor and Louis were spending the day together, which left Asher to her own devices when it came to entertainment and sustenance. She's spent most of the early afternoon on skype with her three younger sisters, who talked over each other trying to tell her what they were doing with their summers and all the activities they were involved in back home. By the time she had ended the call, it was nearing 3 so she went into the bathroom with her newly made playlist consisting of some of the artists that Harry had shown her the week prior and took a long, relaxing bubble bath.

When the water began to turn cold, she got out of the enormous tub and tried her body before going into her bedroom to pull on some clothes. She brushed her damp hair before pulling it back into a ponytail and lacing up her boots. She picked up her phone off the bed and shut the light off on her way out of the bedroom.

She let out a surprised yelp when she landed at the bottom of the stairs and found a tall figure standing in the living room. Her hand flew to her pounding heart and she sighed in relief as Harry turned around at the noise she'd made. "Jesus, you scared me!"

His lips curved into a smile and he ruffled his already messed up curls. "Sorry. The door was unlocked."

"How long have you been here?"

"Bout half an hour."

"Aw, I'm sorry. If I'd known, I wouldn't have taken my sweet time in the tub."

"That's alright. I quite enjoyed your little concert."

Her cheeks immediately turned pink as she recalled that she had indeed been singing along to the new songs she had learned in the past week. The smirk on his face wasn't helping either. She shrugged her shoulders, attempting nonchalance. "Well, excuse me. I didn't realize you were lurking around the house like a big ole' creep."

He chuckled. "I was bored. All the lads are busy."

"Oh, so I'm your last resort? Ouch."

Harry's eyes widened as he realized that the way he'd said it had not come across well. "Oh no. No, I didn't mean it like-"

"Harry, I'm kidding," she laughed. "Well, kind of." She picked up the cardigan that was draped over the back of the chair and slid her arms into it, pulling it onto her body before picking up her sunglasses from the coffee table and retrieving her credit card from her purse, sliding it into the back pocket of her jean shorts. "I was just going to the store to get some stuff to cook for dinner. Wanna come?"

"Will I get some of this dinner?"

"I'll see what I can do."

He smiled, pulling on the jacket he'd shed when he came in and walking toward the door. "Come on."

Asher slid her sunglasses onto her nose as she stepped outside and she followed him down the steps and in the direction of the nearest Tesco Express. They walked together in comfortable silence for a block or so until he noticed them-- there was a group of three men standing on the other side of the street, expensive cameras in their hands.

He knew that they had seen him when all three raised their cameras and pointed them at him and Asher. He groaned to himself, just waiting for the flashes to start going off and blow his whole cover, but they never came. He glanced over at the photographers again and it was obvious they were taking pictures but luckily there were no flashes going off.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, which caught Asher's attention. "You alright?" she asked, looking up at him. He gave her his most reassuring smile and nodded his head, letting silence fall between them once again. She seemed to take him at his word and didn't push the subject further. He kept glancing at her to check and see if she was about to say something else but she never did. His eyes drifted down from her face to the black tee shirt that hung loosely on her body and he chuckled.

"Nice shirt by the way. Have you ever even heard of Guns N' Roses?"

She bit down on her lip, holding back a smile as she looked over at him. "I know who they are, yes. I've never actually listened to them though. I just liked the shirt and it was only two bucks at my favorite thrift shop so of course I had to."

Harry shook his head with a smile. "It's just up there," he said, pointing up the street a block where the store was located.

Luckily no one bothered them while they were shopping, Harry leading her around the unfamiliar store as she picked up the things she needed for her made from scratch lasagna. He did notice a preteen girl following them around the store; when he'd look at her, she'd scurry off only to return a moment later, but she never did pluck up the courage to go up and talk to him, which he was honestly thankful for. As they walked back to Eleanor's flat with their bags, Harry noticed that the paparazzi were still on the same corner as they'd been before and they took more photos as they walked by, luckily still no flash on.

When they made it back, Asher immediately got down to work while Harry slid onto the counter. She was busy mixing ingredients and finding a dish to use but he just sat there. Finally she stopped to look over at him, a grin on her face. "Are you going to help or are you just going to sit there and watch?"

"You look like you've got it handled."

She rolled her eyes playfully as she mixed up the dough and laid it out on the cutting board, flattening it out. "Thanks."

"I don't think I've had lasagna since I went home last," he sighed. "I've missed it."

"Well then it's lucky everyone else you know had plans, huh?" she joked.

His face fell into a deep frown. "Ash, I really didn't mean it-"

"It's fine, Harry," she assured him. "I promise." He watched her silently as she began making layers in the dish that she was using to cook in. He waited for any sign that said it really wasn't fine, but her face stayed blank. "So where's Abby?"

Abby. He's almost forgotten about his once again girlfriend and then for a split second, he felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly passed. "She went out with her girlfriends."

"That's a shame," she said. "I'd like to meet her. You know, officially."

His eyebrows rose at her words. "You....want to meet her?"

"Of course," she laughed. "She's your girlfriend. And you're my friend. Zayn let me meet his girlfriend. I mean, I didn't think Zayn liked me better than you do but....." She trailed off, giving him a grin as she slid the lasagna into the preheated oven before pulling her cardigan off as she walked toward the living room, calling for him to follow over her shoulder.

He slid off the counter and walked into the living room where she was unlacing her black boots and sliding them off her feet before propping her feet up on the coffee table as she picked up the remote control. She turned on the television and began flipping through channels, though she knew nothing about the shows that were on. Harry shouted for her to stop on a channel and she lowered the remote as she glanced between him and the screen. "This is my guilty pleasure," he told her, grinning as he turned his attention to the show.

Not ten minutes into the show, Asher was asking a million questions-- who's that character, why is he yelling at the other character, where is that character going with that gun, but Harry just answered them all as she fired them off. He'd explained the plot of half the series by the time the timer went off in the kitchen to let them know that the food was ready. At the dinging sound, Harry jumped up from the sofa and sprinted into the kitchen, his hunger taking over.

Asher carefully pulled the hot dish out of the oven and set it down on top of the stove, breaking the news to Harry that they should probably let it cool for a few minutes before digging in. She took those few minutes to retrieve two cans of pepsi from the fridge and take two plates and two forks from the cupboards. When she finally scooped out a large helping and dropped it onto Harry's plate, he quickly pulled up a seat at the bar and dug in, groaning in satisfaction as he swallowed his first enormous bite. "So good," he muttered to himself, not caring that the inside of his mouth and now his throat were burning.

She just chuckled and sat down in the seat next to him to eat her meal. When they were finished, she put the leftovers into a container for him to take home and then made her way over to the sink to wash the dishes. "You know," Harry started, coming up behind her. "There's this appliance right here that'll do that for you." He pointed to the dishwasher next to her before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Thanks, smartass. I didn't know that," she replied sarcastically. "You're sassing me and I just fed you dinner. Shame on you."

"Sorry, sorry," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Dinner was delicious."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you."

When she finished washing the plate in her hands, she rinsed it off and handed it to Harry who took the hint and grabbed a clean dish towel to dry it before putting it back into the cupboard. Things were comfortable as she hummed quietly and he just listened to her.

"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else," she sang to herself as she rinsed the last dish.

Harry's eyes widened to three times their normal size and he looked over at her, trying not to sound too shocked to hear her singing his own lyrics. "What are you singing?" he asked calmly, though on the inside, he was panicking.

"No idea," she shrugged, handing him the plate. "It was on in the cafe when I went to see Olly yesterday and it's been stuck in my head ever since. Those are the only words I know. But it's so fucking catchy!" she groaned.

She walked over to the fridge to get herself a bottle of water while he still stood frozen at the sink, holding the dripping plate. Instead of drying it, he set it back in the sink and turned around fully to look at her, slinging the dish towel over his shoulder. "You saw him again?"

"Just visited him at work. We had dinner after."

Harry grimaced. "That's good," he replied, attempting, and failing, to hide his complete and utter lack of enthusiasm.

She caught the displeasure in his tone and the look on his face. "Harry," she sighed. "I know he doesn't sound like the most interesting person to you, but he's a good guy. And it'd be nice if maybe you could learn to like him. For me."

His gaze dropped to the floor, suddenly feeling guilty and embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he muttered in apology.

She took a step closer, looking up at him and staring directly into his bright green eyes with her blue ones to gauge whether or not he was being honest, and she finally gave him a small smile. He surprised her by snaking his long arm around her shoulders and pulling her to his chest in a hug. She wasn't sure what to do as her arms automatically went around his body, her hands resting flat against his back.

The front door opened and shut and Asher could feel the muscles in his back tense under her hands. She quickly pulled away from him as Eleanor called "I'm back!" from the foyer. Soft footsteps echoed through the flat and a moment later, she appeared in the doorway. "Oh, Harry, I didn't know you'd be here." Suspicion laced her voice as she walked further into the kitchen, glancing between the two.

"Just finished dinner," he replied casually.

"Where's Abigail?"

Harry just stared at her for a moment, his forehead creasing as he furrowed his eyebrows at the older girl. "She went out with the girls," he muttered.

"So you've been 'round here all day? If we'd known, Louis and I would've come back to hang out."

" 'S alright," he shrugged, glancing at the girl standing next to him. "We had fun." He didn't miss the smirk on Eleanor's face at his statement but Asher was too preoccupied to notice. He pulled the dish towel off his shoulder and set it down on the counter. "I guess I should go. Dinner was great, Ash."

He'd already walked out of the room by the time she'd snapped out of it, her quiet "thanks" floating after him. When Asher glanced at her cousin, Eleanor was giving her a questioning look but she brushed it off, going back to normal. "We had some lasagna left over if you'd like some," she offered, remembering that Harry had walked out of the flat without it.

"Oh, Louis and I already ate, but thanks!"

Eleanor flipped through the stack of mail in her hands, reading each envelope before flipping to the next one. She paused on the last one, reading over it once before looking up. "Ash, you've gotten something," Eleanor told her cousin as she tossed a stark white envelope onto the counter in front of her.

"I got mail here? What is it?"

"Don't know. I've gotten one too." She sat down in one of the chairs by the bar and they both opened the envelopes addressed to them. The smaller envelope inside read Asher plus one and inside it was a thick piece of white paper with elegant black script printed on the front side of it.

Miss Sarah Spencer and Mister John Pemberton
Request the pleasure of your company in celebrating their marriage
On Saturday, the sixth of July
Two thousand and thirteen
At six o'clock in the evening
The Lovelace Rhodes Conservatory, Brighton


Asher's eyes scanned over the words before glancing back at her cousin. "I didn't even know she was in a serious relationship, much less engaged to be married."

Sarah Spencer was the only daughter of the older brother of Eleanor's and Asher's mothers. Even though Sarah was their first cousin as well, Eleanor and Asher had always gotten on better than either of them ever had with her. She was only twenty-two, three years older than Asher, and she had always been a bit of a serial dater, never settling down with a boy for longer than a few months before moving on to the next, which were just a few reasons for their surprise at learning of her engagement. Sarah Spencer was the last person in the world who should be getting married.

"Mum said she's been seeing him for about six months. He only proposed to her last week. I had no idea they'd be getting married so soon."

"This wedding is only four weeks away!"

"I suppose we should send out our RSVPs very soon then. Are you going to use your plus one?"

Asher plucked the RSVP card from the envelope and stared down at it, thinking to herself. "Don't know. You think I could sucker one of the boys into going with me?"

Eleanor laughed, glancing back at the doorway that Harry had just passed through on his way out a few moments before. "I don't think you'd have to do much at all to convince one."