Last Chance At Forever

NON FAMOUS: Rhiannon. Torn between two guys. Her boyfriend of almost 5 years, Harry, & his best mate Zayn. Forced to choose. Who will she pick her childhood best friend, or her man on the side? Will Harry find out about Rhiannon's secrets?


9. Salt Water and Broken Kisses

We arrived just as the sun set. Oranges and pinks and soft violets burst across the horizon and the black waves of the ocean crashed upon the sand. I took Harry's hand and he brushed his thumb over my fingers.

"I thought I'd take you to the place we used to go, when things got bad, remember?"

And I did remember, even if I didn't want to.

Whenever my parents fought, I would call on Harry and we would run away to the beach and hide in the cave. I turned around and gasped when I saw the inside of the cave. As children we'd go in tattered jeans and trainers, scruffy and out of breath. But this time, me in a summer dress and Harry in a shirt and fitted jeans, we strolled towards the candle-lit dinner which waited for us inside the cave.

"Harry. . . " I trailed off, speechless.

He laughed and pulled out one of the chairs at the right side of the table.

"Ma'am, please take a seat." I couldn't help but smile like a child at his foolish but cute antics.

"Thanks." I said, taking a seat. 

A home cooked meal lay infront of me and I smiled, clapping my hands together.

"You made this!" I said, taking a sip from my glass of wine. I grimaced and resisted the temptation to spit it back into the glass.

Harry grinned, dimpling.

"Yeah, that wine has an aquired taste by the way. You have to be used to it before being able to do this." He took his glass of wine and shot it down in one. I blinked, half repulsed and half impressed.

"It's really gross, no offence." I said, picking up a fork and knife.

"I thought you'd say that. That's why I brought this." He whipped out a can of Coke from beneath the table and I smiled gratefully.

"Cheers, Harry." And he tipped the wine back and drank the lot of it before cracking open the can of Coke and tipping it into the glass.

"You're the host and the waiter tonight, aren't you?"

"Yep." Despite his charm around women, he became shy and bashful at once.

I watched as he set the can in the middle of the table and picked up his knife and fork. I honestly hoped I didn't get any food stuck in my teeth or I'd look like the biggest idiot in the world. Although I knew Harry wouldn't really mind that much. He'd seen me with worse and managed to hold back from gagging or throwing up.

But with Zayn, he wouldn't even have the urge to gag, he'd just point it out, plain and simple. Then he'd look away while I got rid of whatever was wedged between my teeth and kiss me afterwards. Thinking about it made my chest tighten.

With Harry the world would be sugarcoated, dipped in false fantasy, full of sugarplums and butterflies. Bursting with 'love'. With Zayn the world would be real. He'd drag me back into reality and kiss away any pain that came when I got there. Maybe Harry loved me, but not as much as Zayn.

I considered that while we ate silently, the candles warming up the cave a little.

"Thanks so much for this, Harry."

"Anything for you, princess."

I fought back a flinch and focused on thoughts of normal things, of the way the tap in the bathroom was broken, of the net curtains hung in the kitchen that needed washing. Little things like that which would keep my mind occupied for now.

But slowly, surely, thoughts of Zayn flooded my head and I began fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Rhiannon, what's wrong?"

Somehow, I didn't like the way my name sounded coming from his mouth. I prefered the way Zayn said it, seductively, seriously. However he liked. But each time it left me speachless.

I felt angry with myself, with Harry. With Zayn for being so damn irresistable.

"Stop! Just stop, okay?! Stop with the false little charade that you try to put on when I'm around. You act like everything's so good and happy - you keep things from me. Yes, I might've cheated on you but god knows how many times you've fucked me off for some slut! Five, six? Give or take a few? Come on, Harry! Grow up already! I know you, I've always known you, so don't act as if I'm just one of your crappy one-night stands that knows jackshit about you! Because I know you better than I know myself for fuck sake!" I was in a full-on rage, so I marched out the cave and into the whipping wind of the beach. Harry got up from his seat, dropping the cutlery in the proccess.

"Rhiannon! Wait!" He sped up when I started running. Then I tripped up on a rock and fell into the sand, wincing at the pain in my ankle. 

Harry's arms went under my knees and on my back to pick me up and carry me back to the cave. I was shivering, angry and upset at the same time. But not at Harry. Okay, a little at Harry. But mostly at myself. For being like this; for being so indesisive.

"You okay?" Harry picked up a blanket from beside the table and wrapped it round the both of us.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about what I said, I guess."

Harry chuckled, tucking a bit of my hair behind my ear.

"I guess? That's so like you, Rhi." He laughed and cuddled me gently.

"Can I have the food before it gets cold? I might just bring it to Niall if you don't. Waste of a good meal, that is."

Guilt-tripping me? He'd really stooped that low to cheer me up?

I stood up, shaking off the blanket and sat back down at the table. It was warmer near the candles.

"Is it good?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, it's fine thanks." I ate all of it before picking up the blanket from the cave floor and folding it up.

"We should go now." Harry said, guessing my thoughts from my expression.

I nodded and we walked out the cave without holding hands. I felt bad, inside. I wouldn't be human if I didn't. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to admit it outloud. To Harry. Or Zayn.


"Why not."

He took out his mobile and within minutes the car pulled up and we got in.

"Where ya going?" The taxi drivers gruff voice gave me the creeps.


That was all Harry needed to say, and the driver knew immediately. Of course he would, it was Harry Styles for goodness sake. We drove off into the night and I tried so hard to stop thinking about Zayn. But I couldn't.





C-A.N: So sorry this isn't that long, but my fingers seriously hurt from typing so much! :) Please like, fave, comment and fan - we really appreciate it. I'm another co-author for this story and I appreciate the oppertunity so much! Keep reading for an update! Thank you - Patch xoxo

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