Remembering Katy Perry

Sixteen year old Maddie has lived a hard life. She also keeps a big secret. When she finds out the boy she met two years ago at a concert is Harry Styles, her life turns to chaos. She has to chose between her brutal, unforgiving past or the new, shining future with her love. It's an easy choice! At least it is until her past comes to haunt her future..

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23. Friendly Reminder

Harry's Pov 

"Harry! I love you!" 

"HARRY!"

"Larry Stylinson FOREVER!" 

I wave one last good bye to the girls and slide in the taxi. 

"Those girls are crazy" I mumble under my breath, more to myself then Maddie. 

I pull my mobile out of my pocket and check twitter. 

@Harry_Styles do you really have a girlfriend!?!?!?! 

@Harry_Styles GIRLFRIEND????????

@Harry_Styles WHAT!?!? A girlfriend!?!? 

I skim over hundred of tweets that are generally the same. All asking me about my girlfriend. I might as well tell all the girls about Maddie. They have to find out sooner or later. I just won't give out her name or anything like that. The last thing I need is "fans" tweeting her hate. 

"Where'd you go? I had a lot of girls who wanted to meet you." 

"Why would they want to meet me?" she snaps back. What was that all about? I turn off my mobile and shove it in my pocket, turning toward her.

She's got her head rested on the back of the seat, staring at the ceiling with a tear falling out of already puffy red eyes. What happened? 

"Why are you crying?" 

She blinks, startled, and turns toward me. She forces a smile on her face but I see right through it. She's clearly upset about someone or something.

"It was, uhm, it was nothing. Don't worry about it, babe." 

She lying through her teeth. Why doesn't she want to tell me? I start to feel a little aggravated and annoyed. First, this whole thing last night about her thinking I was Ryan and then not wanting to tell me why, and now she was obviously crying but won't tell me. 

I suppress a sigh as I answer. 

"To late. Why were you crying?" 

She sighs and places her head in her hands. 

"A few girls said some mean things to me.." she mumbles. 

Already? I knew she was going to get hate, but this was the first time anybody knew about us! These girls are already breaking her?! I rip my mobile out of my jeans pocket, turn it on and open twitter. 

'Yes, I do have a girlfriend and a friendly reminder to everybody that words do hurt. So be careful what you say." 

I hit the tweet button and turn off my mobile, not wanting to read all the replays to the update. I place my hand on her back and rub small circles, trying to comfort her. What ever these girls said to her really upset her. 

"What did they say?" 

She shakes her head and pushes herself toward me, resting her head on my shoulder. 

"They told me we wouldn't last because they wouldn't let us last and that they hated me. Like not a normal hate, but deep, sickening, hatred." 

With every word she says my aggravation grows. Who the hell are these girls to tell my girlfriend, my relationship wont last? They have no right to hate her either. They don't know her, they don't know what she went through, or who she is. 

"You're mad.." 

Her soft whisper fills the taxi and snaps me out of my thoughts. She's right. I'm more then mad though. I'm annoyed, irritated, pissed, and confused. 

"You ignore all the hate, ok? There are going to be girls that say disgusting and hurtful shit to you, but you need to ignore all of it." 

I feel her nod her head and I start to relax a little bit. The girls who are truly fans of our music and us will say nothing but nice things toward her. I hear her breathing deepen and peek to see if she's still awake. I turn my body slightly do I can see her face and watch her dark lashes flutter open and her bright, tired, eyes staring back at me. 

"Are we there?" 

She glances around like a small, confused, child and sits up, pulling away from me. 

"No, we're not there love. About how much longer driver?" 

"Twenty minutes tops, Mr.Styles." 

Mr.Styles? I've never been called that before. I'm hardly an adult, but it has a certain ring to it. I think I'll have everyone call me Mr.Styles from now on.

"What are we going to do for twenty minutes, Mr.Styles?"

Maddie mocks me with the whole Mr.Styles thing and I decide to go with it. I sit up completely straight, cross my legs, and place my hands on my right knee. 

"Well, first of all, you should work on your posture. Then we can fo-" 

"Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling! Street lights! People!" 

Journey blasts from her back pocket and she pulls out her phone. Who's calling her? The boys all set certain ring tones for themselves on her phone, and none of them set Journey. 

"Hello? Oh! Hey ... Yeah we're heading back right now ... Yeah I want to say good-bye ... Yes, Harry is with me ... Oh, grow up! ... Stop. Either grow up and deal with Harry and say good-bye, or delete my number and forget about me. Hopefully I'll see you there. Bye." 

It must of been Katherine. She slams her phone down on the seat and let's out a frustrated sigh. I know exactly how she feels. Her head finds its way to her hands and she rubs small circles on her temples. 

"Are you going to act like a five year old with her? If so, we can turn the hell around and drop you back off at the hotel." 

"No, I'm not going to act like a five year old! Give me more credit then that!" I snap back, matching her harsh tone. 

I run my hands through my hair and sit back, immediately regretting snapping at her. She's got a lot going on with moving away from everything she knows, the fans, recovering from her injuries, and she's still stressing about her brother. The last thing she needs in me snapping at her. 

"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't of asked you that.." she mumbles, resting her head in my lap. All my frustrations leave seeing her look so comfortable resting on me. She looks beautiful, as always, and Lou was right. She rocks stripes. 

"Don't even worry about, love." 

I gently stroke her cheek and watch her smile. Her hand flies up and collapses around mine. 

"Don't move your hand" she mutters, closing her eyes and leaning her cheek against it. 

I run my thumb along her soft skin and listen to her drift off, humming her favorite Ed Sheeran song. She looks so innocent when she's asleep. Like nothing in the world has ever gone wrong. Her sun-kissed skin radiates, and a hint of pink shows on her cheeks. Her soft, rose colored, lips are slightly parted, revealing the bottom of her two front teeth and dark, long, lashes and tinted lids cover her magnificent eyes. 

She is beauty. Its such a shame she doesn't see it. Journey starts to blare again, tearing my concentration away from her, and I snag her phone off the seat before it wakes her up. 

"Hello" I whisper into her mobile, begging that the person on the other line isn't who I think it is. 

"Fucking hell! Your answering her damn phone now, to!?" 

That's a great way to start a conversation. 

"Chill out! She's sleeping so I answered for her!" I hiss back at Katherine. 

"Oh, well okay. Are you guys coming over? I really want to say good bye to her, even if it means tolerating you." 

I suppress a sigh and glance down at Maddie, biting my tongue so I don't snap back. A small smile dances on her lips, so she must be having okay dreams. Not another nightmare. 

"Yeah, we'll be there in a half hour. Just a heads up," I'm so going to regret telling her this, "I went out to meet fans today with her and told everyone we were together and stuff, and a couple girls were really rude to her." 

"Shit! Is she ok?! What did they say to her?"  

I'm caught off guard at how worried she sounds. I know she's her best friend and she's going to worry, but she sounds almost scared. 

"She's okay. She was a little upset, but I don't blame her. Why wouldn't she be ok?" 

I hear her sigh on the other end of the mobile and wait for her to explain. It can't be anything super bad, right? I mean, it can't be worse than what happened with Ryan. I hear a little beep on the phone and pull it away. 

'New Text Message From: Carrot(: - hey love. how ya feelin? El's still worried about you, but her mobile died. She told me to tell you not to check twitter for a while. Girls get incredibly rude on twitter. Did you tell Harry yet?'

She told Lou about the girls already. I'm surprised she didn't tell Zayn first. He's definitely closest with her out of the other lads, and I'm glad she's close with him. He's protective over the people he loves, so when ever I'm not with her, I can be sure someone else will protect her if something goes wrong. 

"HARRY! Are you still on?!" 

Shit! I forgot I was still talking to Kath!

"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry.." I mutter into the phone. 

"Okay, well, Maddie's really sensitive to what people think about her. She used to get bullied by a girl named Parker and a few of her friends. But I have to go throw on some on clothes and I'll meet you guys there, kay?" 

"Alright, see ya." 

I pull the phone away and hit end. Maddie never told me she got bullied. Well, why would she? It's not really something you tell people and brag about. I'll have to ask her about this Parker kid some time. 

I hear her phone beep again and glance at it. 

'New Text Message From: DJ Malik(; - hey I just landed going to see Perrie in like two hours..' 

Aw, Zayn! Poor guy. He's so nervous and confused about Perrie. So many people have told him she's cheating. It's put so much stress on him and a guy like him doesn't deserve that. Even if she's not cheating, they're relationship will never be the same. 

I feel Maddie's head move in my lap and look to see her sleepily staring at me. I smile at her. She gives a small smile back and rests her cheek back in my hand. 

"Harry?" 

"Yes?"

"Can you be nice to Kath today? It would mean so much to me." 

Damn it. I don't want to be nice to her. She's such a bitch. But I can't say no to Maddie. 

"Yeah, I'll be nice" I sigh. 

Her smile grows and her eyes shine as she sits her self up a little bit, placing her face centimeters from mine. 

"Thank you, Hazza." 

She lightly kisses me, breaking it before it became to much, and slides back down. Damn, she smells good. I can't place exactly what she smells like, but it's amazing. 

I feel the taxi stop and the door flies open with the driver standing outside. 

"We're here Mr.Styles." 
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