No Exceptions

Hollyn Brooke Miller, is a dancer. She dances away the pain. She hides away her past and pushes anyone and everyone who tries to enter her life away. She's afraid if anyone does come into her life, they'll leave her. Just like everyone else.

When she meets Harry Styles, will she change her "rules" for him? Will she let him and the boys into her life and risk them leaving, lilke every other man in her life? Will she risk it all ... for love?


7. Helping A Friend

I decided to take matters into my own hands and help out Louis. I called Eleanor, since she was flat out ignoring him, and I invited her to come and visit the boys. She seemed very nice. We talked awhile longer and got to know each other a bit. She told me that we’d make great friends and we decided we’d do something when she visits. I didn’t tell Louis or the boys about my plan and neither did Eleanor. She was flying out today, and I was going to pick her up from the airport and drive her to the boys’ house. Zayn called me and asked me if I wanted to hang out with them today but I made an excuse saying that I was busy and I could possibly make it later. He bought it and hung up.

I grabbed my keys and set out on my journey to get Eleanor from the airport. Once I got there, the flight had just landed. She saw a few pictures of me in magazines with the boys, so she has a bit of an idea of what I looked like. I was about 5’6”, a little shorter than Niall, with blue eyes. People always told me they’d kill for my color eyes. I had the same color hair as her and it was about the same length as well. I waited patiently as I looked around for her. I saw her getting her luggage and ran over to her. “Hey, I’m Hollyn.” I smiled. She turned to face me and gave me a big, unexpected hug.

“Thank you for doing this!” She smiled.

“No problem. I just hate seeing Louis so upset.” I told her. Should I have said that?

“He’s upset?” She asked, seeming hurt. I nodded slowly. “I need to see him.” She said quietly. I smiled as I grabbed her hand, “Let’s go then!”

Once I pulled up into their driveway, we got out of the car. I told Eleanor to stay behind me because the boys didn’t know I was doing this. I opened the front door as I peered in. “It’s Hollyn! I’m here!” I stepped into the empty living room with Eleanor close behind me.

Zayn came into the room and as soon as he noticed Eleanor, a smile bloomed on his face. “El-“

I put my index finger up to my lips. “Shh! Where’s Louis?” I asked quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear us. I looked into the kitchen, not there.

“In his room.” He said, just as quietly. I nodded and motioned for Eleanor to follow me. I walked up to Louis’ door and knocked lightly.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“There’s someone here that wants to see you.”

“Tell them to go away.”

“No, I’m gonna let her in. You better look descent!” I called. Eleanor giggled quietly next to me. I opened the door to Louis’ room and whispered to Eleanor, telling her to walk in.

“No, Hollyn, don’t!” He threw the covers over himself before he saw Eleanor. I groaned and ran over to the bed, jumping on top of him, as we fought for the blanket. “Gimme!” I demanded, as I tried pulling it off of him. Eleanor stood there holding in her laughter.

“You guys fight like brother and sister.” She said in between giggles. Louis stopped suddenly. He probably recognized her voice. He slowly lifted the blanket from over his head and looked at Eleanor. She smiled as she walked over to the bed. I got off of him and left them alone. I closed to the door so they could have some quiet while they settle things.

I walked downstairs to the living room. Harry was sitting on the couch with his laptop. “Hey, Hollyn.” He smiled as I sat next to him. “Hey,” I said quietly.

“What you did, with Eleanor, was really nice. Louis’ been so upset.” He smirked, that oh-so-perfect smile of his caused me to smile back. I know that I have some kind of feeling for him, but I can’t put my finger on it. I know he’s sweet and caring, but I just wasn’t sure. I wasn’t ready to let another boy in my life just to risk losing him, like I did the others. Not now. Not yet.

“I hate seeing people break up.” I told him, “I hate watching people lose someone close to them. It’s like losing a part of you. A part that you’ll never get back. It’s happened to me way too much. No one should go through what I’ve gone through in one lifetime. No one deserves to lose anyone.”

Harry placed a cold hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly, showing me that he’s there. “What happened to you?” He asked cautiously. He watched my expression carefully. I didn’t exactly know what to say. What could I say? I wasn’t fully ready to say anything. I still couldn’t prepare myself. That worried me, in some sick sort of way. Would I ever be ready to tell someone, or would I just keep it locked away until the day I died?

“It’s not healthy keeping it inside.”

“You should talk to someone.”

“I can help you.”

They’d tell me. They were wrong. I’ve been perfectly fine keeping it inside. They couldn’t help me. Nothing could help me. I just needed to learn to get over it. I did, sort of. I tried, I really did. I just never felt whole since it happened. I’m missing vital pieces of myself. Pieces I’ll never get back. They’re gone now. I need to accept it, I realize that, but why is it so hard?

I can answer that myself. It’s hard because I lost both of them.

“Harry,” I smiled, showing him that I was okay. “There’s some things that I’ve never really told anyone before. I want to tell you, I really do, but I’m not ready yet. I’ll tell you when the time is right.”

He nodded knowingly, “Okay.” He smiled. I sat there with my head leaning on his shoulder, like I would always do, while he checked his twitter on his laptop. “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded, not bothering to lift my head. “Why is it that on some days you push me away? I mean, sometimes you’re like this, and others you want nothing to do with me?”

I was a little taken back from the question, but that didn’t stop me from answering him. “It’s a long story.” I said simply. He tapped the sides of his laptop casually as he waited for the page to load. “I’m all ears.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together at his eagerness to know my story. “Well, I guess it’s because of my dad.” I started. Harry had turned his attention towards me, “He left when I just turned five. Maybe a few weeks after.” I stopped, looking up at his eyes. Those eyes that I could easily lose myself in. If it was possible, I’d just stare into them forever. “Anyway,” I distracted myself by playing with a small beaded bracelet that I had made out of utter boredom weeks ago. The small green and purple beads rolled through my fingers with ease.

“A few years later he died, and my mum started dating again. She had 2 serious boyfriends, and both left because they thought that I was too much to handle. When I was about 9, I think, I promised myself that I’d never let myself get too close to a boy. If I did, I’d just be disappointed again. They’d leave, anyway.” As I said the last sentence, my voice got quieter with each word. I felt better clearing my head of this. These things that I never told anyone before, not even my mum.

Harry looked like he was still processing everything I had just said. I waited patiently. It was a lot to take in at first, I knew that. So I waited. The sad thing is, that’s only part of my problems. One piece of the pie.

“What if the boy was different?” Harry questioned. I looked up at him once more, making sure I didn’t get distracted again, and I shrugged. “What if he’s not?” I asked back.


“All boys are the same, Harry.” I stated.

“I highly doubt that.” Harry defended himself and the boys.

“And how would you know that?”

He wasted no time in answering, “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t leave you. I think I’d be more afraid to lose you, then you would be to lose me.” I saw the sincerity in his eyes.

“Interesting.” I laughed, “Never heard that one before.”

“I’m serious.”

“Uh huh, sure.” I stood up, grabbing my keys as I was about to leave. My birthday was in two days and I just wanted to relax before I finally turned 18. “I promised myself that, Harry. Boys will only leave.”

“But what if you really liked someone, loved them even?” He wondered. The curiosity in his eyes was very overwhelming. I shook my head at his foolishness.

“I don’t make exceptions, Harry.” I said, before leaving the house. As I drove home I thought about what I said. What if I did make an exception at some point? Would it be for Harry Styles? He did seem different than other boys after all. Maybe I’d make an exception for him. Maybe someday. Someday soon, hopefully. Possibly. I don’t know. I’m still not sure about his feelings. I guess it’s possible.

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