I'll Be Your Reason to be My Love

A backstabbing bestfriend, an abusive ex-boyfriend, a secret keeping mother, could 17 year old Evie's life be any worse? She's on the verge of falling apart until she meets Harry Styles. Even though she has no idea who he is, could he be the one to save her? Through their differences, will they ever be able to fix each other?


10. When Harry Met Evie


I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Ten:

When Harry Met Evie

February 20th, 2011

---Reyna’s Point of View---

Maybe if I just stare at the ground and not say anything, I can make it out of here alive.

Or maybe not.

Liam just stood there directly across the room, his fixation on me not breaking. This was the specific definition of awkwardness. And as if it wasn’t uncomfortable enough, Evie was leaving me alone with her psycho friend. Not that Annabel wasn’t cool or whatever, but she wasn’t going to help me get out of this situation. Nobody could now, I was alone and I had to get out of here. I wasn’t ready for this even if it had been forever since we’d seen each other. I was just surprised that none of the other boys were saying anything. Obviously they knew who I was. Maybe for Annabel’s sake they were keeping the tone neutral.

Or maybe Liam told them never to speak about it again.

Either way, what came up next was unavoidable. “I haven’t seen you in forever.” Liam started walking closer to me. Oh no. Did he not see that Annabel was in a flustered state at the moment and now she was probably going to faint again? That idiot.

“Wait what?!” She furrowed her eyebrows together as she screeched, “You two?” She stuttered for a second and then whined, “Why does everyone have connections with One Direction except for me . . . ?”

I ignored her as Liam was now only five inches away from me. I didn’t know how to go about this. We haven’t spoken in a good year and a half and it almost felt as if I had forgotten what it was like to be with him. It all felt so new to me.

“How have you been?” Was he seriously daring enough to ask me a question like that?

I wanted to revert some of my anger towards him, but I decided against it. “Fine.”

“Right, well surely you remember the rest of the boys.”

Was he off his rocker? Of course I remembered the boys. We used to do everything together, there wasn’t a day passing by when we didn’t hang out and do absolutely nothing together. I most certainly don’t know what Liam is up to, but whatever it is I don’t like it at all. I have nothing to say to him and I’m not going to pretend we’re all just good old friends when he’s acting like we’re nothing more than strangers. This was all so ridiculous. I can’t just sit back and act like Louis and Harry weren’t my best friends in the world, and I suppose still are, I can’t just pretend Niall wasn’t the only boy I could eat absolutely anything I wanted to in front of, can’t just imagine that in my wildest dreams Zayn and I would do our hair together in the morning. And I definitely can’t pretend like Liam was the only boy I ever really loved.

And possibly still do.

---Annabel’s Point of View---

I couldn’t even with this whole thing anymore. Evie and Harry were dating, there was definitely sexual tension between Reyna and Liam . . . meanwhile here I was standing like the obsessed fangirl in the middle of the room. I tried to enter my calm mode and keep my feelings to myself instead of expressing them to everyone in sight. It was so hard to do, especially since I was never the one to just keep quiet and go with the flow. But somehow I managed to do it.

“What the hell is this?! There’s no food left in the fridge.” Niall turned to us in shock. “Guys, I’m going out to get Nando’s, be back later!” He grabbed his jacket off of the chair he had been sitting on and stormed out the door in less than a minute. Oh how that boy loved to eat.

Reyna had been silent for the past twenty minutes. Or so it seemed like with all of us just standing around sheepishly. She shrugged, letting us know that she was alive since she appeared like the living dead right now. Liam gave her a sympathetic look and whispered something in her ear. She attempted what looked like a nod and then they barged out of the door suddenly too.

So now it was just Louis and I. And well, Zayn but he might as well be dead to the world too since he was in the middle of a deep sleep. I turned my head to Louis and then repositioned myself so that I was facing him. He smiled at me understandingly, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his tight tan pants. He was still wearing his red braces from the show.

He gestured towards me, “Well, looks like it’s just you and me.”

I giggled, “And Zayn.” He was out like a light.

“Yeah, looks like the Bradford bad boy had a little too much fun tonight.” Chills went through my spine. The way he referred to him as the Bradford Bad Boy . . .

“I bet. You guys were sensational tonight!” Oh God, the fangirl was coming back. Deep breaths, Annabel.

“Thanks love, it means a lot to know that we’re pleasing the fans.” He smiled at me again, killing me slowly inside. It only disappointed me slightly that he saw me as another fan. But it was all right, I know my dream of being noticed as not only just a fan, but actually recognised by them was only just a dream and was aiming for the stars.

I looked down and smiled as I said, “You sure are.”

“Your friends are delightful, by the way.”

My head shot up as he started to make new conversation. Should I mention the weird thing with Reyna? By the happy look on his face, I decided I didn’t want to start problems. “Thanks! They’re keepers.” Even though I had only known Reyna for like two hours . . . she seemed like a nice girl and we really hit it off, I thought. We could all be really great friends.

“Especially that Evie, she is a real character.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty great.” And I love her even more now for meeting you. “Do you think Harry really likes her?”

He nodded slowly. “Only time will tell, I suppose.”

I sighed. It really seemed like they genuinely liked each other. And if they were dating, that was great. Except it will take all of my willpower to not become the crazed, jealous bitch I always found myself becoming when one of these boys got a girlfriend. I knew it was really wrong but I couldn’t help it my emotions always got the better of me and I hated it. I tried not to think about it and just focus on right now.


---Reyna’s Point of View---

As we exited the building, the brisk air hit me like knives. It was freezing tonight; I was shivering as goose bumps trickled up my spine and arms. Liam was only wearing a blue plaid shirt and didn’t seem even half as cold as I was. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he walked slowly. I just wanted to know what he wanted to talk about. I cleared my throat.

“So . . .” I started. He was being so silent. I wanted to get this over with; I didn’t know how to deal with anything at this point.

“Reyna, really; how have you been?” He stopped walking and stood in front of me, almost forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Oh, you mean ever since you suddenly stopped talking to me? I’ve been just marvelous,” I said sarcastically, expressionless.

“Reyna, please. I know we both made a mess of things with us . . . I honestly don’t know what happened between us.”

“Didn’t we both agree to break it off? Because the fame and everything was getting wild, and we were more of friends than lovers, or whatever?” I questioned. I wasn’t even sure myself. All I know is that Liam and I both decided to remain friends after our mutual breakup, and we did. For a while, too. But then suddenly, he decided to stop talking to me. Whenever I texted or called him he never answered, and after tonight in the dressing room backstage I feel like he was pretending that I was just an acquaintance. It’s funny how some people can mean so much to you and then they can just ignore your existence within an instant.

“We haven’t talked in ages . . .” he trailed off. Was he blaming me for this?

“Yeah, whose fault is that?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice a bit. Did he seriously think that I was the one who didn’t make an effort to talk to him?

“I know. I’m sorry that we haven’t talked in forever, we used to be such great . . . friends . . . ” I could tell he didn’t know what word to say to describe us. Frankly, I didn’t know what word would describe us fully either. I felt like we’d known each other forever, like he was my best friend but then there were those other feelings . . . the ones I wish I still didn’t have.

Not breaking my gaze on him, I blurted, “Why did you ignore me?”

“Ever since I started dating Danielle things have been a little, uh, crazy.” He looked down at the sidewalk and then turned around. We resumed walking and he continued, “Whenever I texted or called you, she would get suspicious and I think she thought that . . .”

“We were dating?”

He laughed uneasily and then confessed, “Yeah . . . I think she blocked your number from my phone. I never got any of these texts or calls from you. She said that it was best for our relationship and the public that I didn’t associate with you. Since a lot of people knew about our times on the X Factor it would probably look bad.”

What a bitch. Why would Liam even result in dating her? I wouldn’t even want to do a school project with a girl like that. If she can’t be classified as being a jealous ditz, she was definitely stupid. “Why are you with a girl like that?” I couldn’t resist asking. I know Liam and he would never date someone as spoiled like that.

“Management set us up together ’cause they thought it would be a good way to more publicize the band and Danielle’s dancing as well.” When he saw my shocked expression, he jumped up and elaborated, “But it’s not anything like that, we actually began to like each other and she is a really nice person.”

I turned my head as we walked to face him. He shot me a small smile which pursued me to ask, “But Liam, if no one was forcing you to . . . would you walk up to her and ask her to go out with you?”

His face turned a mixture of sullen and speculative. I could tell he was actually intently thinking. I awaited his response patiently and just focused on glancing at the sidewalk which now seemed ten times more fascinating. Finally, he responded which jolted me into amazement, “Not at all.”

---Evie’s Point of View---

He kept going on and on. About how sorry he was, about how he’ll ‘never do anything like this again’ and about all the things we’re going to do together. All the things he’s going to do to make it up to me. He just doesn’t know that I wasn’t kidding when I said I just wanted to be friends.

Question: how does one nicely tell someone that they were only trying not to embarrass you in front of thousands of people?

I didn’t want it to look like he was basically being dumped in the middle of a concert. Even though he hurt me, I wasn’t that heartless. I felt bad for him. I didn’t want to see his face drop in the middle of a giant crowd. I also didn’t want to be known as the ‘chick who rejected Harry Styles in front of everyone.’ What did that even mean? I don’t know. All I know is that the paparazzi would be all over it.

Suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore. The way he was describing everything so perfectly, the detail in his words of all the things he wants us to do together and it was almost too much for me to handle. But I had to do it. Even if there was hope for us in the future, we had to just be friends first. Even though he did keep this huge secret from me, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t hate him. He seemed like a nice guy, maybe he didn’t have it all together but who did nowadays, he was making an effort and that was what counted, and to top it off, he wasn’t ugly…

“Um, Harry?” I started, uneasily.

He swung our arms up back and forth ahead of us and then behind us in a repeated motion excitedly. “Yeah?” he turned to look at me and I had to look away. I’m not sure I could do this . . .

But I had to. I couldn’t lead him on like this. Ugh but the way he stared at me with those green eyes and I forgot what I was doing.

I liked him, he liked me, why were things so complicated? Oh right. . . Because I was a normal girl, he was in a famous boy band, he lied to me, and to top it all off my ex-boyfriend wants to see me. Yeah, Derek had the nerve to say he wanted to ‘talk things over lunch’ next weekend. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to find out what he meant. But did that mean I wanted to get back together with him?

From the way Harry was smiling at me, certainly not. But I had to do this. I couldn’t drag it out any longer.

“I-I think that we’re better off as friends.”

I did it. I finally spit I tout. The butterflies that had been building in my stomach were finally released. Harry closed his eyes and let go of my hand gently. His face was unreadable. “I was afraid of that.” He lifted his hand to his temple and itched it unsteadily.

“Maybe we can try things again, later,” I said reassuringly. I meant it too, I mean some of the best relationships spark from long term friendships. But . . . when you know, you just know right?

---Harry’s Point of View---

In the back of my mind, I had this voice telling me that this was going to happen. I can’t believe what a screw up I am. If I was just honest with her in the beginning, none of this would have ever happened. But at least she wanted to be friends. Better than nothing. I nodded at her offer. It’s amazing what feelings you could develop for someone over the course of a week…

Though this friendship was going to be hard. I was always going to want more . . . it’s exactly like that movie When Harry Met Sally. Total chick flick that move was and I insisted to my mum that the only reason I watched it when I was eleven years old was because I thought it was cool that the main character had the same name as me. Even though I’ll never admit it to anyone, I liked the film a lot and I’ll never forget it’s message because it was so true.

Boys and girls can’t be friends, in the end one is always going to end up liking the other more, and that was completely the case with Evie. But better friends than nothing, I guess.

“Okay, friend. Race me back to the building?”

She laughed. “Sure. I’m freezing my arse off anyway.”

I swatted her on the arm and yelled, “Go!”

We both started running for our lives at that moment. She actually whizzed in front of me so I held my leg out in front of her, blocking her way. My swift action caused her to stumble as she then fell forward and dragged me down with her on the grass. I trampled over on top of her, my arms giving out as my stomach almost fell right on her back, but I saw something sturdy and grasped for it. Eventually, I did fall and topple over on top of her and I looked up. I saw what my hands were actually clutching. It was someone’s ankles that my hands were firmly placed upon. Oh God.

“Oh, ehm, sorry sir. I didn’t—LIAM?” I was baffled at him. What was he doing out here? And wait a minute…he was with a girl. I squinted up at her. Oh Lord. It was Reyna…

I never really knew all of the stuff that went on after the big blow up between Liam and Danielle over Reyna. I just didn’t bother to pay much attention to it since it was a major downer to the rest of the band. We all hated to see the fights that went on between them, it was genuinely sad. After the massive misunderstanding they had with all the Liam and Reyna business, things weren’t the same between him and Danielle. I didn’t want to question what Liam and Reyna had been doing circulating the premises like that and I didn’t want him to question me either since honestly I had no idea how I was going to explain this . . .

“Oh, uh Harry . . . what are you doing?” But of course he had to go there.

Suddenly, I loosened my grip on his legs and retracted my arms to the sides of Evie’s body, hoisting myself up so that I could stand. I held out my hand to her and she took it, brushing herself off and stood up beside me. “It’s not what it looks like!” I yelled.

“Yeah, no. We were just racing and then,” Evie turned to me, “you tripped me!”

“Sore loser, I am.” It was true. I loved winning, I can’t deny it.

“Right. Well, ehm, do you want to walk back with us to the building?”

We all nodded and chimed our ‘yes’s in unison as we all started walking in the same direction. Evie trotted off to Reyna and I stuck firmly by Liam’s side. I looked over to them and realized how much I had missed Reyna. Only a few short months ago I remember just sitting on the couch with her and watching films for half the day while Liam was at the gym. He’d later come and join us and it would be the best hangout in the world. She was someone I could laugh a lot with, since all the other boys usually went their separate ways on our days off, and she was a great company keeper.

What ever happened between Liam and Reyna that we all haven’t spoken in what feels like forever?

Whenever the boys would try and talk to Liam about it, he always changed the subject or said he had more important things to do and it was all so distant. We all didn’t like it one bit.

Coming out of my thought trance, I noticed that Liam was eyeing the girls sneakily and would occasionally glance away if one of them noticed. My guy senses were pounding in my brain. “Dude, do you still have feelings for her?”

“No, of course not; I’m with Danielle now. Reyna was just a fling a while ago. We’re all over it,” he said blatantly as he glanced from the girls to the ground. I shrugged. This obviously was not true but I knew Liam and he wouldn’t go about admitting things for a while. Only time will tell, I guess. I had my own problems anyway . . .

I cleared my throat, swallowing down his bullshit. “Oh, all right.”

“What about you and that other chick? Things looked pretty real before . . .”

“Her name’s Evie,” I snapped. “And nothing.”

“Sure didn’t seem like nothing on stage. . . ”

Now he was starting to piss me off. If he wasn’t going to talk about things with Danielle and Reyna, I certainly was not about to open up to him about my life. In fact, the only person I felt like I could talk to right now was Louis but with everything going on I felt like I had to keep this all to myself. I guess it was best not to talk about it.

“Yeah, well that’s all in the past now.” I left my sentence short. I didn’t know what to make of this, or say for that matter.

“Oh, all right.” He mocked me from before and ended with a small laugh.

I couldn’t stand him right now. Thank God I saw someone coming towards us and from the way the distinguishable Irish accent hollered, “guys!” I knew it was Niall.

“Niall!” Liam ran over to him. Good riddance. I was left alone with the girls. I walked over closer to them.

“Reyna, how’ve you been?” I asked. She was still one of my best friends.

“Hazza!” she ran over to me and tackled me in a bear hug. Ugh, how I missed her hugs. She even still smelled the same, a mix of peppermint and cotton candy. It was the best. She let go of me and then clung to my side. “I’ve been all right, I guess . . . ” she trailed off and then continued, “I missed you so much!”

From my peripheral vision, I could make out Evie eyeing us both suspiciously. If my vision serves me correctly, I’d say she was blushing. Whoa. Was she jealous . . . and was this a good thing? Hmm…

“Yeah, I missed you too, best friend.” I winked at her and then looked back at Evie who was now staring intently at the sidewalk.  Hmm again…

Reyna giggled and I heard Evie sigh. I turned my head and I saw her eyes look up from the sidewalk and to directly in front of her. Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God. . . ”

A/N: I am so sorry for dissing Danielle and referring to her as like some publicity crazed monster, I have absolutely nothing against her. I don’t know her personally, but from what I’ve seen she’s a lovely woman, this was all for the sake of my story, no hard feelings :)

Sorry if the update took a while I completely had forgotten, leave a comment below! 

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