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.


16. Mine for the Summer


Voicemail from killed me just hearing the sadness in his voice. Zayn told me you were leaving...Macey, please. We're better than this, and you know it. We have a baby to think about now. You can't just keep me away forever. I love you so much and I'm a moron for cheating on you.

Yes, he was, but I couldn't face him after what he did. I had to go home, get back to the states and go back to being who I really was: Macey Calihan, the deranged teenager with no real purpose. Then again, I did have purpose now, whether I wanted it or not.

I had a child to raise, someway, somehow. I could never do alone although I would strive everyday to be his or her mother and father. I'd do anything for it, with or without Harry. And by the looks of it, I was staring at without.

He showed up at my condo and I wouldn't speak to him. It had been three days, and I still couldn't even think about him without crying. It was starting to become a routine. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat. I couldn't do anything but mourn the loss of love with blood shot eyes. I thought I was bad before I met Harry, but now I was completely distraught.

All the gifts he had given me, all the memories I kept so close and dear, I threw into the big box that said “forever.” Funny how forever turned into just a few months of love, for it all to be turned into a big mess.

“Harry's still here,” Lizzie said, coming into my room with prudence and caution. “He's been waiting in the living room for five hours, Macey.”

“Tell him to get the hell out,” I said, folding some clothes into a couple of my suitcases.

My tears fell and Lizzie saw them. She wouldn't leave until I talked about I didn't really have a choice. I sat down on the bed with her and fell onto my back. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, concerned for my emotional state of mind. “To go away and never even let him meet his child? Do you really want to cut all ties with him? Please, don't make any rash decisions you'll regret later.”

“Mommy,” I cried, wrapping my arms around her. “I don't know what to do.”

“Follow your heart, darling,” she whispered and kissed my forehead gently. “What does it say?”

“It's tell me...that I love him more than anything, but it can't stand the pain.”

She stroked my hair and allowed me to complain, which is something she normally didn't do. I couldn't cope with this, I didn't know how. Words can't even describe how it felt, all I can say is I was crashing and burning, just like I did before. “If you love him, give him another chance.”

I looked up at her. “Do you think I should?”

“He's been in there crying, Macey, like you wouldn't believe. Zayn's trying to comfort him but he doesn't want to lose you.”

“I didn't want to lose him either. But he's the one who pushed me away. If I give him another chance, every time I look at him I'll see that face. That face he gave me when I walked in on him.”

Lizzie made Harry leave, and Zayn came into check on me. “So you're really leaving?” He said, despair in his eyes.

“Looks like it,” I said, throwing the last of my belongings into my last suitcase. I zipped up the Louis Vuitton luggage and took a seat next to him on my bed. “I just need to get away.”

“You're acting like Harry's the only one you're running out on,” he said with a hint of anger. “Don't you realize that he's not the only one who will miss you so much it hurts? Remember how you told me that not being with Harry would kill you. What happened to that?”

“It is killing me, Zayn. It actually almost did, if you recall.”

“Yeah but I had no idea you were capable of doing something like that. Just know that when you have the baby he'll stop at nothing to get you to let him be in its life. I still can't believe you're pregnant.”

“I can't either and I've known for a few weeks.”

“Don't go...” He put his hand on mine that rested on my left knee. “Stay here and be a mom. You don't have to be with Harry but he deserves the chance to be a dad.”

“I'm sorry,” I mumbled. “I just can't.”

“Then here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a CD with 'Macey' written in cursive writing. “Harry wanted me to give you this. He made it for you a few weeks ago and was going to give it to you when you headed back home.”

I hugged Zayn and thanked him for being there for me. He helped take my suitcases down to his car, where he then drove me to the airport. We walked in together, no words. I checked my luggage and slipped the CD into my carry on, feeling Zayn grab my hand.

I stopped and looked up into those beautiful chocolate eyes. “I love you,” he said. “I want you to know that.”

“I already did,” I said almost silently. “And I love you too. Not in the way that you want me to, but I know you understand.”

He bent down and gave me a small peck on the lips. “I'll miss you,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. His kiss sent chills up my spine, but it didn't feel like Harry's. I'd miss Zayn, but I'd miss Harry's kiss. The touch of his hand, and the whispers in the dark.

My flight was announced and we said our goodbyes. Right before I exited down the terminal, I looked back at him, sending him a small wave. Instantly I was reminded about every concert I went to and Harry waving at me from the stage.

I'd miss that too.

I'd miss everything about the entire vacation but I had to shut it out of my mind, out of my life. Out of everything I ever knew.

I took my seat in first class, sliding the CD into my portable DVD player. The screen pulled up, revealing only one song on the entire disk. I pressed play and Harry's voice came in through my headphones.

Hey, love. I wanted to sing you a song that's gonna be on our new album, because you're the love of my summer. Actually, no, scratch that. You're the love of my life, and I love you so much. Whenever you listen to it I hope it makes you think of me. I hope you like it. Seen you soon.


Music began to play and I heard his beautiful voice singing a song that was supposed to be special, but now it just seemed unbearable.


Can't believe you're packing your bags

Trying so hard not to cry

Had the best time, and now it's the worst time

But we have to say goodbye

Don't promise that you're gonna write, though promise that you'll call

Just promise that you won't forget we have it all

Cause you were mine for the summer, now we know it's nearly over

Feels like snow in September, but I always will remember

You are my summer love

You always will be my summer love

Wish that we could be....


I couldn't take the words, the lyrics. I couldn't take his voice.

I pressed stop and took out the CD. Before even really thinking, I snapped it in half. Because I wasn't his summer love anymore, and always was far out of reach. I placed my hand on my stomach and whispered to my unborn child, “It's just you and me now, peanut.”




Looking back on the girl I was on that plane ride home, I realize now how much stronger I've become. I could never replace Harry in my heart. Even to this day he's still there somehow, luckily. But I never did really move on. It's time to pull out the last keepsake, and I don't know if my heart can take it. Technically, it didn't happen during the summer, but I have to do this or I can't marry him today. If I don't gain closure, I'll never be able to fully love my future husband the way I should.



Author's Note: I know I wrote you are my summer love instead of you were my summer love in the lyrics. Just letting you guys know that it was on purpose :) But anyway, we're nearing the end of the story, and there should be one or two more chapters. The last chapter will be extremely long though, just a fair warning. But, as you might know, the last tragedy is about to come. Have any guesses to what it is? I swear you will NOT see it coming. And, do you think it's Harry she's marrying 'today?' Leave your comments below, I love you guys<3

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