Music is my Life - (Sequel to 'Face the Music')

Julie had quite the eventful summer ever since she became friends with the five famous boys of One Direction. But with September around the corner again, Year 12 of school starts for her; and the boys are all leaving her hometown of Toronto to continue their world tour.

With so many relationships that were bulit upon this one summer, if it leaves, then will everything fall apart with it?

Can Julie and Niall prove that their love is stronger than a typical 'summer love' even under the watchful eyes of a threat sender; and a certain Harry Styles?

They say love can overcome anything...but is that still true for celebrities?


**SEQUEL to Face the Music - read that first if already haven't for better understanding**

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4. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Harry's POV

I walked behind Julie as she led me to the living room in her house. I had been here many times before, but this time I felt different. There was an unclear tension in the room, almost an..un-welcoming atmosphere surrounded me. I shouldn't have felt that way though. I mean, I didn't really do anything wrong...right?

"So...how you been doin-"

"Don't start with the small talk, Styles." She snapped as we sat on the couches on opposite sides of each other. I didn't dare sit next to her when she was so tense.

"Just tell me why you never left with the rest of the boys on the tour, alright?" I rustled with the hem of my coat, uncertain if I should look her in the eyes.

"I got lost..." I muttered as quietly as possible under my breath.

"Excuse me?"

"I said I...got lost." I raised my voice a little, but still letting the words fall as quietly as the air around us.

"Harry, if you don't speak up; I will personally kick you out of my hous-"

"Jeez Julie, I SAID THAT 'I GOT LOST' OK?"

I looked up to finally meet her eyes since I walked in, and I expected to see her face filled with confusion. But instead, it was filled with the one thing I dreaded most for this topic- amusement.

"Did you just say...you got lost...in your hometown basically?" She asked stifling a giggle. Well, I'm glad someone found it funny; because I was feeling nothing more than humiliation at the moment.

"Dammit, yes. And so my flight to Vancouver never happened until yesterday. And even when it did, it got delayed 'till today. So I took the next closest plane...which happened to be to Toronto."

"And needing a place to stay...you came crawling to me." She crossed her arms on her chest trimphantly shooting me a, 'you see? you need me' glare.

"I can meet up with the guys again at the end of the week, which is when the next flight from Toronto to Vancouver is. Can I please stay here until then?"

"I don't know. Are you going to go snog another chick and bring her over as well? 'Cause my house is not a hotel." Julie muttered the last part, but I very well heard it.

"What?" She shrugged and was about to get up when I grabbed her and pulled her back down in front of me.

"Why are you acting so weird? I thought we were friends after the whole...break up....thing."

"Harry we were, but then-"

"Julie who was at the door?" I looked up to see the familiar blonde haired girl walking down the stairs.

"Skylar!" I stood up, waiting for her to give me a hug like she used to. She could probably tell me what was going on with Julie, she was her best friend after-all. However, Sky just gave me a death glare and walked back up the stairs after scoffing. "What is going ON HERE?!" I was pretty well pissed by then. Everyone was acting so hostile. For pete's sake, I was just asking for a place to stay! The old Julie would have said 'yes' in a split-second. This one just kept questioning me and my motives. What the hell? Did I get the wrong address?!

"Harry, a lot has happened since you left last month and started off with your new girlfriend."

"I know things can happen! But what could have been such a drastic event tha- wait. New girlfriend?"

Julie huffed as she got up and wandered to get her laptop. She looked...broken - emotionally.

"Don't play dumb Harry. We all have eyes and computer access; we saw everything." 

"I never got a new girlfriend! Where'd you read that?!" Julie took a deep breath and typed a couple words into the search browser on her laptop.

"Here. See for yourself."

I took one look at the article, and I usually didn't swear, but this time there was no way I couldn't. "Bullshit! None of this is true! Did any of the guys recognize the URL?"

 "gossipcelebsv.com. What's wrong with that?"

I burried my face in my hands as I groaned. "This website always posts fake shit about celebs! Last time there was an article on here that said we were all dead!"

A blush slowly crept onto Julie's face, but she quickly brushed it away. "How do I know you aren't lying?"

I raised my arms out to her. "Do I 'look' or 'feel' dead to you?"

"Not like that!" She giggled softly. A sound that I hadn't heard for the longest time. "I meant about your 'girlfriend'."

I moved forward on my seat closer to her. "If I had a girlfriend, could I do this?" I pressed my lips onto Julie's slowly, but was a little disappointed when she didn't kiss back at all.

"That doesn't really prove anything." She retorted with a slight smirk.

I exhaled loudly and took out a DVD from the messenger bag that I had brought with me. "If proof of my 'loyalty' is what you're asking for...then here it is." Julie furrowed her eyebrows at the disk in my hand.

"What is tha-"

"From the day I stepped foot in the UK, I was surrounded with paparazi asking about why I was there and why I looked like I was crying. I couldn't answer them. It was at that time that I realized, I could move anywhere around the world to try and forget you; but I would never succeed. There was not a time in my life that I was happier than when I was with you; and breaking up with you was the largest mistake of my life; and I still regret it. So every single day that I was in the UK, I made a video to you about where I was and what I was doing from 7am in the morning to 9pm at night. I burned it from my iPhone onto a DVD, and I was going to give it to you; but I didn't know how you were going to react. So I didn't....until now that is."

I handed her the DVD and watched anxiously as she put it in her laptop's disk drive. After watching about five minutes of all I recorded, Julie paused the video and turned to me with tears in her eyes. Not sad tears, but tears of joy.

"Thank you." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You're welcome. But I have, kind of a serious question to ask you."

Julie leaned back in her chair with a bright smile on her face. "Sure! Anything! Oh except for-"

"Will you be my girlfriend...again?"

Julia's POV

The one thing I was afraid he would ask...he did.

I bit my lip, unsure. My mind couldn't help but flash back to all the amazing times Harry and I had when we were dating, we had literally been through them all. The good times, the bad times. And we survived...give or take. 

But then Niall came into the picture. I mean, although things weren't going great between us; we were still together, and I did still love him.

Then there was the whole, 'Getting over Harry' thing with Sky. For the following weeks after his break up with me, 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' played on loop on my iPod with a bunch of other Taylor Swift break-up songs. I liked to express my emotions and feelings through songs.

I truly did take Taylor's words seriously as well. I made a partial vow with Sky that day that if Harry did ever ask to get back together, I would reject him. Flat out, straightforwardly, no second thoughts. For some reason after seeing the DVD, I was now hesitating to...

'I remember when we broke up, the first time

Saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like

We hadn't seen each other in a month

When you said you needed space, what?

Then you come around again and say

"Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."

Remember how that lasted for a day?

I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you."

             Ooh we called it off again last night

             But ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never ever ever getting back together

We, are never ever ever getting back together

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me

But we, are never ever ever, getting back together.'

 

Back then, those words seemed so easily achieved. If he asked me, I said no.

But now, they weren't. Mostly because he showed that he cared. All the time that I missed him, he truly missed me too. So what was I going to do?

"So?" Harry pushed the rhetorical question.

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