Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."


39. Paparazzi

We were on our way back to the hotel now. I looked out the opened window and was in deep thought. The pap has been getting to me lately. I know I'm pregnant, but why do people really have to call me fat. I don't even have a big bump yet. Would be happier with that Tracy girl? When they were 'dating,' he did seem happy. Maybe I'm only his because I have his baby. Maybe if I wasn't pregnant, he would of went back to Tracy by now.  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a deep voice being cleared.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Harry asked, glancing at me. I shrugged at him and stared into his eyes as he looked at the road, carefully make his way through the Yorker crowd. I didn't reply. I just looked back out the window and let out a small sigh.

"I don't know." I mumbled, looking at my fingers. My hands were shaky, my voice was dry, and my eyes were droopy. "I don't think I want to go out anymore."

"What? How come, babe?" he asked, very curious. I rolled my eyes to myself. I couldn't tell him what was on my mind. He would think I was too negative. I sighed again, regretting the next thing I had to blurt out.

"I'm just too fat to be seen with you." I mumbled. He then slammed on his breaks real hard, thankfully there weren't many cars on this road with us. He continued to dry, but a bit slow now.

"You're not anywhere near fat, Kaylie. Ignore the paparazzi. They're just trying to get to you." Harry told me, holding my hand. His other hand still steering on the wheel as we turned the corner a few blocks away from the hotel.

"Harry, you'd be way happier with Tracy. She's thin like a model." I felt a little tear form, but I held it back. I couldn't cry about this. I'm just having mood swings. I shook my head, trying to get these thoughts to go way. "Stop the car." I demanded.

"Babe, we're almost home." he told me. I slammed on the car door and looked at Harry, who was a bit terrified.

"Stop the car, now." I demanded again. He quickly pulled over on the curb and parked. I got out of the car and shut the door. He followed along and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.

"Kaylie, those paparazzi are just trying to mess with us. They don't know what we have. They don't know about us." he said, looking into my eyes. I shrugged, not sure about anything anymore.

"Harry, I'm such an anchor. I'm going to hold you down from life. I can't have that happen to you." I told him, feeling the tear drop from my eye. I closed my eyes, trying to forget all of this. I don't know why I'm acting like this. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm never insecure about myself. I felt Harry's thumb on my cheek as I opened my eyes. He slowly brought his thumb higher around my eye, wiping those tears away.

"Kaylie, You're beautiful. You make me the happiest guy every. You're not fat at all! I don't see anything fat about you. The only thing that could be fat about you is your heart. You're just so kind and loving and I love you so much. Forget the paparazzi. It's only us. I want you to know that. It's not you, me, and the pap. It's just you and me. Why would I be marrying you if you did pull me back. I'm marrying you because I love you and you bring me higher." he tells me. I blush, still crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm just feeling so down on myself because of the so called 'fans.'" I told him. He shook his head, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Those aren't my fans. Those are reporters that think that they know everything. My true fans are the ones who care about me, about the boys and I. Our true fans are the ones who stick with us through thick and thin." he told me. I looked down at my feet and smiled.

"I'm sorry. I'm such a drama queen and-" I felt his finger on my bottom lip, catching my attention. I looked into his eyes. He looks into mine. His forehead resting on mine, his eyes on my lips.

"You're so cute when you smile." he whispers, causing me to smile again. "There it is again." he mumbled. He then leaned in and pressed his lips with mine. I smiled, biting on his lower lip. He giggled like a girl as I kissed him again. He backed away and smile. "Do you still want to go for a walk?"

"Well I'd love to walk the way home." I mumbled, looking into his eyes. He backed up and went over to the car, taking the keys out of the ignition. He locked the car and put the keys in his pocket.

"Well let's walk the way home, then." he smiled, walking our way down the block. We continued our way to the hotel with my hand in his. When we got up to the hotel, the pap were crowding around. Why can't they just leave us alone?

"Why are you guys still together, Harry? Is it the baby?" one asked. Greatt.

"Is Tracy coming back?" another asked. I could tell by the hand squeeze Harry gave me he was angry.

"Can you guys just leave us alone?" Harry mutter.

"Harry, answer our questions." one demanded.

"Why would you rather be with someone who's getting bigger every month than a twig model who is only getting smaller." one asked. Wow, that was rude. I tried my hardest not to show emotion, but I could feel Harry's eyes on me. That's when he let go of my hand, turning over to the mic in one of the reporters' hands.

"I love Kaylie. I'm in love with Kaylie Sitter. Why don't you get that? We are happy together, We're getting married and having a baby because I LOVE her. Please leave us alone and stop with the rude comments." Harry said, grabbing my hand again. We rushed inside and up the stairs to our hotel room. As he got to the door, I grabbed his arm.

"I love you so much. Thanks for standing up for me." I whispered, kissing his lips.

"I love you too. Let's get inside." he told me, opening the door. That's when we heard a glass being slammed against the wall.

"Get out! Just get out!" I heard Olivia shout.

"You know what, I'm sick of this." I heard Niall shout back, wlaking closer. He noticed us and rolled his eyes. "Shit." he muttered, rushing out. I walked over to Olivia, who was now sitting on the couch, letting out a big sigh.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Harry asked, alarming Olivia.

"I'll clean this up. I'm sorry." she mumbled, blocking her face with her hands. I sat next to her on the couch. "Niall and I got into another argument because the damn paparazzi. They're telling rumors that I'm cheating on Niall with an old neighbor I bumped into a few days ago." she told me.

"The paparazzi is messing with us, as well." Harry said, holding my hand.

"Niall doesn't even believe me. He believes everyone else but not me!" she rolled her eyes.

"Well let the days cool off. I know you, Liv, and I know that you wouldn't ever cheat on him. You even talked about Niall before he knew you existed." I joked, trying to cheer her up. He smiled, but frowned afterwords.

"Yeah, I know, but my own boyfriend should believe me." she rolled her eyes. "Those damn paparazzi..."

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