"Rion, I'm in love with you."

This isn't real.

The words that just fell from his lips have me frozen.. I don't know if I'm hearing what he said or if I'm hearing what I want to hear. I stand corrected when he repeats himself..

"Rion, I'm so incredibly in love with you." He says smiling ear to ear. "I'm in love with the idea of showing you off, spoiling you to death, I'm in love with the idea of you being my girlfriend." He takes a pause and then breathes.

"Will you Rion, be my girlfriend?"

His girlfriend? He really his asking me to be his girlfriend. Of course I'll be his girlfriend.

"Harry.. I.."

"Harry Styles!"

I couldn't even get my thoughts out before being interrupted. About ten or more people with cameras started to emerge from the entrance way. Well we made at least thirty minutes with out being interrupted.

"You've got to be kidding." Harry mumbles under his breath. "Come on let's go." He takes my hand and pulls me down the beach so we can escape with hopefully no pictures.

"This way Mr. Styles." One of Harry's security guards leads us out of the beach while the other tries and hold the crowd of thirsty photographers back.

Harry tightens his grip on my hand as we trudge through the sand and thick bushed pathway to get out of this beach. When we finally made it to the car we both took a breath we didn't realize we were holding.

"Talk about cock block."

I can't help but giggle at the truth. So far Harry and I's intimate moments have been cut short due to paparazzi or fans.

"The nights still young, how about we go get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream sound great." I bite my lip looking down at the piece of eye candy hanging around my neck. I'm still star struck from the events that just occurred. Harry said he loves me.

Shortly we pull into the parking lot of a tiny ice cream shop called Dairy Bros. Harry insisted I wait in the car for him to open the door for me. I mumble a thank followed by a cute smile Harry flashed at me.

"After you." he held the door open and when we entered there was a small crowd of girls who looked no older than 10. Some gasped and covered their mouths as Harry walked in.

"Hello" he politely greeted.

We walked up to the counter to order our soft serve treat. "I'll have chocolate soft serve on a cone." I say to the middle aged man. "Make that two!" Harry interjected. Harry paid the man followed by me taking a picture of them for the 'wall of fame'. On the wall contained Miley Cyrus, Kayne West, and Ben Stiller.

Just as we sat in our chairs at our small table two girls approached us.

"Can we please have a picture." she beamed.

Harry looked at me with pleading eyes. I gave him a smile nodding to him saying its alright. I will never come between Harry and a fan, just a month ago I was in those girls shoes. If I had the opportunity to take a picture with Harry Styles and couldn't I would be crushed.

I watch contently as Harry smiles with the six girls and their moms. "Thank you so much." a blond mother gushed clinging on to Harry's arms. I'd lie if I said I wasn't a tad jealous.

"It's no problem." he nervously smiles. "But I'd really appreciate if you don't tweet or say anything about my location I've already ran enough from the paparazzi's today I would just love to relax." He says to the girls. They of course promise not to say anything. After they leave Harry and I share the small ice cream place with an older couple and must I say it is quite relaxing.

"So, what are we gonna do about Modest?" I ask.

"Absolutely nothing." he replies licking his ice cream.

"They said they would ruin me and my family." I reply.

"They won't do shit." He laughs. "They threaten us all the time, they tell us to shape up or they'll kick us out of the band, clearly that has happened."

"It's just-"

"Ry, you're fine. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"If you say so." I sigh.

Harry sits across next to me in a chair around a small rounded table licking his ice cream. I continue to enjoy mine while I enjoy his company.

"Ry, you got.. you gotta little." he laughs pointing to my cheek.

"Where?" I'm completely embarrassed that I'm such a slob in front of him.

"Rightttt....." He point to my cheek with the hand his ice creams in. "There." He takes his ice cream and smothers my cheek in his cold treat.

"Harry!" I half yell.

He tilts his head back in laughter. I sit there with my jaw hung open while I feel the ice cream literally melt on my face.

He places his ice cream down in a bowl. "I'm sorry." he laughs. "Here let me help you." He grabbed a napkin off the table and leaned into wipe of his mess.

When his hands got close to my face he grabbed my cheek and the back of my head pulling me to his face. He stuck his tongue out licking the ice cream off of my cheek.

"Gross." I scrunch my nose pushing him away.

"It tastes better licking it off you." He smirks. "That gives me a brilliant idea!"

"No Harry." I can't even imagine what he's thinking. I know it's something sexual.

"But-"

"No." I laugh. He leans back in his chair in defeat. His face contains a pout making it hard for me not to laugh.

"If you wouldn't let me get a cupcake with 2012 Harry on it, there's no way I'm letting you lick ice cream off my body."

"You said you wanted to eat my little head. How could I say yes too that?" He laughs.

"Oh get your head out of the gutter you and I both knew what I meant." I playfully roll my eyes.

"Well I knew, because my dick is certainly not little." He retaliates back with a smirk.

"Good point." I agree standing from the table to throw our trash away.

"What about peanut butter?" Harry ask stepping out the door.

"What? Ew no."

"Caramel?"

"No."

"Whip cream?"

"Maybe."

"Really?"

"No."

This continues for about five more minuets as we walk along the side walk. Some things he says are just straight up weird. But I have to admit I do love the way he says caramel with his accent.

"Cream cheese?"

"Alright Harry, I'm pretty sure you named everything- hold that thought." I reach in to my pocket for my phone which is buzzing.

"It's my mother." Harry takes the phone from my hands and answers.

"Hello Mrs. Bellows." he says enthusiastically.

Harry's smile fades the longer he stays on the phone. What could she possibly be telling him.

"Rion, it's your brother." Harry's face now contains a worried look. "He's in the hospital."

As soon as the words left his mouth my heart sank. "What?" I softly spoke. "There has been an accident and your mom instructed me to send you on the next flight home."

"What kind of accident?" My lip starts to shake while I try to contain my tears.

"A hit and run." Harry practically whispered.

This was no accident. Modest management was right. They are truly monsters. How could they attack my family, even worse an innocent fourteen year old.

"Take me to the airport."

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Sorry it took so long I was busy

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