Summer With Styles

Macey Calihan is a grown woman now, and when she comes in contact with an old box of keepsakes, she remembers a series of incidents that made her the woman she is today. As a youngster, she was struggling with past occurrences of suicide, self harm, and of course depression, all while trying to balance out the good and bad things of her life. She was so close to happiness when her adoptive parents informed her she and her brother, Carter, would be going to the U.K. to spend the summer at her father's recording studio. She then meets the boy -- or boys -- who save her life, only to pick it up and wreck it again in a new, exciting way. Macey falls head over heels for one, while another falls for her. The only thing standing in her way of happiness, is one decision. But as it turns out, some decisions make themselves whether you like it or not.


8. Little Situations and Promises


Still the decision, but for no rhyme or reason would I not choose Harry, so why was Zayn even an option for me?

“It's killing me,” I said to El and Danielle, collapsing on my bed. “The media and their fans are saying all kinds of crap about me, and on top of that, Harry and Zayn practically hate each other. How do you deal with dating someone famous?”

“You ignore it,” Danielle laughed. “The press just want a good story, whether it's the truth or a lie. And the fans...they're jealous, and that's it.”

“Yeah,” El agreed. “And don't worry about the boys, they'll come around. They won't let anything come between their friendship.”

Danielle smacked El in the arm as to tell her to shut up. I questioned them, but Danielle retreated. “Nothing,” she said. “It's just that this isn't the first time they've fought over a girl.”

“You mean this has happened before!?”

“Last year Zayn met this girl, and before he could ask her out, Harry beat him to the punch. Zayn's held it over his head ever since.”

“And he probably feels like Harry's doing the same thing now,” El added. “But Zayn doesn't see how much Harry cares about you.”

I knew that Harry cared, but what if our relationship was just another ploy to piss Zayn off? I thought for a minute that maybe it was true, but then I remembered the passion. The romance. The indescribable feeling we got when we were near each other. That was not a game. That was not insincere. That was love.

I curled up into a ball and dug my face into my pillow, groaning, while Danielle patted my back. “It's okay, love, don't sweat it. As long as you don't feel anything for Zayn, there shouldn't be a problem.”

I raised up and sent her an excruciating look, which in return she picked up on my thoughts immediately. “DO YOU!?” She said surprised. “Please tell me you don't.”

“I don't know,” I replied. “I just...we're...Zayn is all...and Harry's so....”

I fumbled over the right words to use, trying to describe the similarities and differences on how they both made me feel. But I couldn't and El came to my rescue.

“Oh, young love,” El sang out, laying down beside me. “It's not going to be easy, but you have to choose, and fast. Harry's very in depth with his relationships, so if he feels like your heart isn't in it, he's going to break up with you.”

That was the last thing I wanted. If Harry broke up with me, I wouldn't be able to cope with myself for the rest of my life. I could never put out the flames of our love. I knew that sounded cliché and extremely corny, but it was true. The boy who saved my life leaving? I couldn't deal with that kind of pain. I'd felt enough pain in my life already, and I would die if I had more.

Or I would just attempt.

Just like I always did when something bad happened.

I had zero tolerance for pain, much less heartbreak.

“Here,” Danielle said, handing me a tissue from her purse. I took it and dried my eyes, which had suddenly bursts into spouts of tears. “Why have you been so emotional lately?”

“I don't know,” I said desperately. “I'm just tired all the time, I'm constantly nauseous. I cry every time I think about the littlest thing, and I just...I'm exhausted.”

They both exchanged knowing looks with each other and looked at me wide-eyed and worried. What were they thinking? They knew something I didn't, so I had to ask. “What?”

“We need to go to the market,” El said, grabbing my hand and forcing me to slip my flip flops on. She dragged me to the door and grabbed her car keys, tossing them to Danielle. “You drive, let's go.”

“Wait, why? What are we –” I began to say, but Danielle cut me off.

“No time for questions, let's go.”

How could I tell Harry how stupid we were to do what we did? How stupid it was to put me in this situation without even realizing? I couldn't break him, this would destroy him...all I could do was wait. Wait for a sign, wait to live or die, or wait for a solution to this tiny situation that would probably never come.

Life as I knew it was about to change. For me, and for Harry.




It's kind of strange that I found Gemma and Carter making out at a party the studio was having in honor of One Direction's triple platinum “Up All Night” album. They were cute together, I will admit, but it was Harry's sister for crying out loud. If they got married, I would be dating my brother in law...right? Gross, but I was glad he found someone to put up with him.

“Surprise,” a voice said, covering my eyes. “Guess who?”

I laughed and turned, kissing the love of my life fully on the lips. “Hey,” I said with a smile.

“I got you something,” he said as he pulled something from his pocket. He placed it in my hand and I gasped at the side of it. “It was my grandmother's. I know you really like jewelry and stuff, and my class ring isn't exactly fashionable. I figured you'd like something to wear around your wrist.”

I clasped the bracelet and admired it, thanking and kissing him with gratitude. It was so beautiful with a thin chain-like band, with bright green emeralds in the middle. “How did you know green was my favorite color?” I laughed.

“Because you always said you love the color of my eyes,” he said smiling, leaning in to kiss me. I took it eagerly and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It's also a promise,” he added when he pulled away.

“What kind of promise?”

“Well, I was going to buy a promise ring, but I wanted to give you something sentimental. But you can think of it as a promise bracelet. I promise you, I will never, ever, hurt you.”

Suddenly, I thought of our situation and how I was about to hurt him more worse than he could ever hurt me. But I didn't have a choice, I had to tell him the news...eventually. But not now, it wasn't the right time. I glanced across the room to find El and Danielle staring at me, encouraging me to just tell him and get it over with.

But I froze.

It would ruin his life.




Back then I thought I was foolish for letting the situation happen, but now I know it was meant to be that way. Looking back on that moment in time, I remember how he said he would never hurt me. The promise. The bracelet....I pull it from my keepsake box and the tears come even faster now. I can't believe it's been ten years since I found out the news and he gave this to me. It reminds me of promises and how sometimes, no matter what you do, they're always broken.



Author's Note: If you're confused about the "situation", don't worry. The story will explain a little later. But for now just use your imagination and try to interpret the meaning. I try to make it subtle but obvious at the same time. Good job on that? I kinda think I gave it away....oh well, if you understand the meaning behind it, good job for reading between the lines :)


BY THE WAY! I'm writing yet another fanfiction called The Lucky Catch. It's ALOT different from this one. It's not going to be as novel-like and it will switch POVs, and also I will use real people as the characters. So...would you like your name to be a character in my new story? If so, comment with your name and favorite member<3

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