A Game of Lies

It's always been Juliet's dream to move to London, and after her and her best friend Cassidee finally make it there, she runs into one person she was least expecting. When falling in love with Harry Styles seems to come so easily, Juliet thinks that nothing could go wrong for her. She thinks that she has finally caught a break. Wrong. After getting tangled up in a game of lies, and getting her heart broken, Juliet is left with a huge burden upon her. Will she be able to ever forget her past and be happy again? We she ever get the true love she has been wishing for?

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13. Forever

 

I slowly opened my eyes when I heard the engine turn off and Harry open his door. I had dozed off on the ride home, wrapped in the blanket that Harry had given to me. I heard him walk around to my door and open it. I began to swing my legs out of the car but Harry stopped me.

            “What now? Are you going to carry me into the house too?” I asked, a bit of sarcasm behind my words.

            “Of course, what date would be complete without me carrying you to bed?” he said as seriously as possible, but you could hear the hint of humor behind his words.

            I chuckled a bit, he really did know how to be the cheesiest man alive, “Carry me off my prince,” I said jokingly, in my worst British accent possible.

            “Anything for my princess,” he returned in the same way.

            I laughed as he picked me up out of the car, the blanket I had wrapped around me slipping off a bit revealing the extremely cold weather outside. Harry carried me bridal style into his flat, managing to open the front door with his foot. Inside he set me down on the couch giving me a light kiss.

            “I’ll be right back, there’s one more part to this date,” he said, smiling.

            “Goodness Harry, how many tricks do you have up your sleeves?” I asked chuckling a bit.

            He only laughed in return, disappearing off to his bedroom. I had no clue what he was going to do next, and with Harry anything could happen. Moments later he came back out into the living room and sat on the couch with me, hiding something in his hands.

            “Well,” he started, “I really wanted to get you something special, you know sort of to apologize, and just cause I quite enjoy spoiling you,” he said, revealing a small black ring box. My eyes got a bit wider, a smile creeping onto my lips. I knew he wouldn’t do such a thing as propose, but I knew whatever the box held, it was made just for me.

            “I got you this ring,” he said opening the small box. It contained a small silver ring in the shape of an infinity sign, the loops in it holding 2 small diamonds. It was so simple, yet so beautiful and so perfect.

            “I got it as a promise ring I guess,” he said, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck. He was nervous, I could tell, and it was adorable. “The infinity sign is because…I’ll love you…forever,” he whispered, looking down. It was so cute that he was nervous about what I thought and what I would say. And the ring, don’t even get me started. He had just said that he would love me forever, the ring was a promise of that. I was in a bit of shock, my hand was over my mouth and I could feel warm tears threaten to push past my eyes. He told me loved me, forever. I just couldn’t get past that.

            “Harry…” I whispered, moving my hand to touch the small ring, “it’s…it’s perfect,” I whispered. He signed in relief, smiling and removing the ring from the box and placing it on my finger.

            “I don’t even know what to say,” I whispered again. I was still in shock of the whole thing. I kept staring at my finger in disbelief, disbelief that this would ever happen, any of it. Coming to London, meeting Harry…falling in love.

            “I love it Harry,” I said, “I-I love you…” I trailed off.

            “I love you too,” he returned, tipping my head up slightly, taking it in his hands, “Forever.” And with that he kissed me, and it was so passionate, so full of love, so…perfect, just like everything else that night had been. This kiss lasted for who knows how long. He held my face in his hands, my own running through his brown curls. But still with all the desire behind the kiss, he pulled away. He knew I wanted no more, not yet.

            “Let’s get you to bed babe,” he said smiling. Our foreheads still touching as he lifted me from the couch and walking me to his room. I fell asleep almost instantly, realizing how tired I really was.

 

~~~

 

One Month Later

 

            The past month had been absolutely perfect, in fact for all I knew I had most likely been dreaming the entire time. Me and Harry’s relationship had gotten so much stronger, and the fans were beginning to warm up to me a bit more than before. There were of course the few, who still sent me hate, and there would always be, but I was getting used to it. I was also becoming extremely good friends with the rest of the boys. Dee and I hung out with them pretty much every day now. Niall and Dee still had something going on, but wouldn’t really admit it to anyone, which I guess was fine.     However, I was dreading tomorrow. It was the day the boys went on tour, and I wouldn’t see them for two months until they had a break. I knew this would happen, and I was happy that they were still going strong with the band, but I still didn’t want them to leave.

            Harry told me he’d be able to fly me out to see them once or twice during the tour, which would be nice, just not the same. I would miss all them greatly because I had really gotten extremely close to those five crazy boys, as surreal as it still sounds.

            Tonight we were having one last night out together before the boys had to leave. We were all going out to a really nice club for the night. And in all honesty I didn’t really want to, but everyone else seemed excited, so I figured I had to join.

            “You ready to party tonight!” Dee yelled enthusiastically as we were getting ready for the night ahead.

            I laughed a bit at her, “Yeah I guess so,” I responded.

            “You don’t seem too excited,” she said.

            “I’ve just never been to a club, doesn’t seem like it’s on my list of fun things to do,” I said, as I tried to decide what earrings to wear. I knew Dee would love going to a club, she had in fact already been to a few since we had been here. I had never tagged along. I was not one for drinking, or dancing in the middle of a hundred other drunk people. It didn’t at all sound appealing.

            “Oh it’ll be fun!” she said enthusiastically, doing a weird little dance that made me laugh a bit, “See you’re already having fun!”

            “No, Dee I’m laughing at how ridiculous you are,” I said still chuckling.

            “Then just wait until you see me drunk,” she laughed.

            “Oh please, save me now,” I joked.

            “Ha ha, so funny,” she said sarcastically as we finished getting ready.

            The boys came to pick us up about twenty minutes later and we headed to the club. I guess it was nice, when it comes to clubs. However I could hear the music from about three blocks away, and when we pulled up the strong smell of alcohol hit my nose. I had a feeling this would be a long night.

            When we walked in we were all led to a small VIP section in the back, away from everyone else. Zayn, Niall, and Dee went straight to the bar, while I took a seat on one of the small couches in the area.

            “Babe,” Harry whined at me, “come on, loosen up a bit. It’s one night.”

            I groaned in protest and didn’t budge from my seat.

            “Babe,” Harry complained again, sitting next to me and giving me a light kiss on the neck.

            I sighed this time, looking at him. I rolled my eyes and stood up, but could see him smiling out of the corner of eyes.

            “I’ll get you a drink,” he said in my ear, giving me another kiss on the cheek.

            I sipped on the drink Harry had gotten me, which burned the back of my throat, but at the same time was pretty good. I saw Dee and Niall out in the middle of the dance floor already hammered and dancing like idiots, typical. Eleanor had showed up and was with Louis out dancing too. I still sat in the back, with Harry next to me giving loud sighs. It was obvious he wanted me to dance with him.

            “You know, maybe if you ask me I’ll dance with you,” I said to him over the music.

            “Juliet, will you please dance with me?” he asked, looking at me hopefully.

            “Oh why not,” I said smiling, drinking the last of my drink and pulling him out onto the dance floor with me.

            We danced a few songs, quite close to each other considering there was no room on the dance floor. Soon though, I went off to get another drink, which turned into another, and another. Before I knew I was full out grinding with a drunk Harry in the middle of the dance floor, and completely enjoying it.

            I was most definitely drunk, and could tell. My head just felt foggy over all, but I didn’t care, I actually enjoyed it. I danced closer to Harry who put his arms around my waist pulling me in. He had a lusty smile on his face, which I didn’t notice in that moment. He leaned down and kissed me, hard, until it was a full on make-out session.

            I had a feeling I was going to regret this the next morning, but I didn’t even care.

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