Styling My Life

This is a Harry Styles fanfic. I'm not going to give more a summary than this: A girl. Named Hallie. One Direction.

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16. Arguments Never Go Anywhere.

~Hallie's POV~


We sat in silence. I kept fiddling with my hands and looking at the window. I couldn't stand the fact that I had hurt him.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I had been doing this for the past half hour.

"...." Was always the response.

I didn't mean to call them childish! I just meant that I thought that obsessing over them was childish! I sighed. It still sounded pretty horrible.

"Harry," I started, turning to look at him. "Please, understand how sorry I am. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know," Was his short response.

I sighed and reclined back into my chair. "Then why are you ignoring me?" I huffed into his sweatshirt. God, I was wearing his sweatshirt. It smelled like him too. This was killing me.

He pulled onto a small road that led to a bridge. We were crossing water.

"Ugh!" I threw my head back in exasperation.

"Don't grunt like that, Hallie. It's not attractive." Harry said still looking forward.

I laughed into my--his--sweatshirt. "You, are absolutely impossible."

"Thank you." was his coy response.

It was so hard to hate him.

I pulled out my phone to see if I had any missed texts or calls.

"So you check your texts..." he muttered. "Perfect way to save a relationship."

"Well, if you're going to play stubborn, I don't see the point in playing along. Games are stupid, Harry." I never looked up. Time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

"You're not even going to say that our relationship isn't falling apart? You're just going to agree with me?" His voice was raising.

"I don't honestly think you believe that our relationship is failing yourself."

"And what if I do?"

"You don't. I know you Harry. I can see through your facade."

He sighed. "I think you're the impossible one."

I just looked out the window. "I apologized. Now you're just being unreasonable."

"Me? Unreasonable? Please. At least I don't think your hard work is nothing more than a child's amusement!" He was now angry. So was I.

"I apologized, Harry! There's nothing more to it! If you don't think I mean it, then maybe we shouldn't be together. Relationships are built on trust and forgiveness. They flourish with love. And right now, you're tearing down our foundation, which means the house is sure to follow!" I was practically yelling now, and I turned away from him. I should never have fallen so hard. This was always the predicted ending.

"Well I'm sorry to destroy what we had." He slammed on the brakes.

"We had? That's a nice way to fix the problem. Declare it over with so you don't have to deal with coming up with a resolution. So mature. Gosh, it's like I'm dating a ten year old!" I paused. "Dated," I corrected myself. A tear slid down my cheek and I wiped it away quickly before he could see.

He got up out of the car. Slamming the door behind him, he began to walk away. "So much for our plans!" He pulled out his phone. "No bars! Brilliant!"

"Harry! Where are you going?" I called after him, still angry. I folded my arms across my chest and stayed in the car.

He gave no response. Sighing, I got up out of the car too. I pulled off Harry's sweatshirt and threw it in the backseat. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me still wearing it. I started to walk towards him. He had paused at the middle of the bridge. His arms were folded behind his head and he leaned slightly backwards.

A cold breeze pierced my skin. My teeth began to chatter.

"H-Harry. This i--is redicculousss." I said once I reached him. The full affects of fall were coming in now. The sky was getting darker, so a nighttime chill was expected.

"You're cold," He said, grabbing my shoulders. "Where's my hoodie?" He asked, his eyes were wide with concern, yet there still was an uncomfortable distance between us.

"In the c--car." I stuttered again.

"God, I can't do everything for you, Hallie." He said bitterness back in his voice. He pulled off his sweatshirt and handed it to me.

"I--I don't want it." I said, pushing it back to him.

"But you need it."

I reluctantly took the sweatshirt and pulled it on. My teeth still chattered.

"Your lips are blue." He commented, his brows furrowed in concern again. I loved that face.

Before the I could stop them, the words stuttered out. "Why don't you warm them up?"

"If you insist," he smiled and closed the distance between us. His lips were suddenly hard on mine, and I realized how much I had missed him.

"I'm sorry," He said once he pulled away. Not too far though, our noses were still touching. "I was being immature. Nothing you say will make me stop loving you."

"I'm sorry too. You weren't the only immature one. I never meant what I said. I just, needed a reason to hide my embarrassment. I never was one to show my vulnerability." I closed the distance again and kissed him.

"I like to see that side of you." He smiled against my lips.

Then a drop of rain hit my head. Harry must've felt one too, because he pulled away and looked up. Suddenly, more drops came down. Harder. Harry began to run away, but I grabbed his arm.


"What?" He asked confused. We were both dripping now.

"Kiss me first." I demanded. He obliged. I grabbed his hand and we both sprinted to the van. "Now I can cross that off my bucket list."

He smiled just as we both jumped into the car. He drove over the rest of the bridge and then pulled over into a nearby patch of grass. "What do you think of spending the night here?" He smiled cheekily at me.

"Sounds perfect," I said and curled into his shoulder.

I was just happy our fight was over.



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