Perfect Harmony

Sydney was born and raised in Cheshire. She was bestfriends with Harry Styles. When he tries out for XFactor, Sydney feels like he forgot about her. She moves away and encounters him again. What will happen to the couple that was meant to be?

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9. London

Harry's POV
Sydney slowly walked to the door. "Where were you?" She asked. Tears were forming in her eyes. She was going to push him away. Him leaving, practically killed her. "Well, I was living in New York, and when I heard you were here, I just had to come see you." She was mad. "You couldn't have seen me after you left?! Do you know how much pain you caused me?!" She was yelling at him and she was starting to run towards him, but I held her back. "You left us! We didn't know what happened! And now mom is knocked up with another man's baby! So, thanks for making my life just so wonderful!" He lifted a fist and came towards her. Before I could even think, he hit her upside the head. She didn't react. "Matt, I think it's time for you to leave." My mum spoke up. He lifted his hand up again, to try to hit her, but I ran in front and grabbed his hand before he could. My mom ran to take care of Sydney, and I pushed Matt out the door. "Mum! Call Heidi! I'll take care of Sydney!" I ran to Sydney, and my mum ran to the phone. "What have I done to him?" Sydney sobbed. "I don't know babe. I'm so sorry." I was icing her face. I took the ice off to see a red mark across her face, that was slowly bruising. My mum had called the cops. They were there within minutes. The doorbell rang and my mum rushed to the door. They came in, interviewed us, and left. They said they would call when they found him. Sydney was relieved.

Sydney's POV
That night, we were laying in bed. "Harry?" His eyes were closed. "Yes?" He responded. "I ha a question for you." He nodded to tell me to go on. "If we ever got married, would you leave me?" I asked. "Not even if you told me to." He responded, smiling. I smiled and fell asleep on his chest. I woke up the next morning and Harry wasn't there. I started to walk down to the kitchen. I could hear Harry and Anne talking. "Mum, we can't go back until Sydney's face heals." Harry spoke. She asked why and Harry replied. "People are going to think it's me." She nodded as I walked in. "Harry, we know its not you, so why does it matter?" I asked. "Because there's always those nasty people who spread rumours, and it just doesn't turn out well." I nodded to tell him I understood. "Well, what're we supposed to do for the next few weeks?" I asked. Anne spoke up. "You guys might be able to leave before the bruise heals." She responded. She came back an hour later, with a supermarket bag in her hand. She walked into the kitchen and set the bag down. "I didn't know what colour you were, so I grabbed a few of each." I nodded and looked in the bag. Inside were different coloured foundations. After about ten minutes, we decided which was mine. Anne went back to the store to return the rest, and get more. She came back. "How much do I owe you?" I asked. "Nothing." She firmly stated. "Can I please pay you back for it?" She shook her head. "It was partially my fault for that happening, so I'm paying." "Can I partially pay for it then?" She shook her head and I growled.


Days went by, and the bruise started to clear up, but was still there. I still hadn't talked to my mum, and we were getting ready to pack up for London. "Thank you so much. For everything." I whispered, hugging Anne. "You're welcome. It's like doing things for my own daughter." We broke the hug and I stood and waited for Harry to say goodbye to her. "Be good. Take good care of her." He nodded. "Of course I will." "Sydney, if you ever need me, I'm here." I nodded and smiled. Harry pulled the door open for me and I got in the car. I fell asleep when we left the familiar town, and woke up in London. "Hey! How'd you sleep?" Harry asked. I smiled, mid-stretch. "Good!" I said. We got inside and unpacked. "Hey, so everyone wanted to know if we wanted to go out clubbing tonight?" Harry asked. "That sounds fun!" I said excited. I walked in the bathroom, and got in the shower. After my shower, I blow dried my hair, curled it, and put makeup on. I walked into the closet. I slowly looked through all my clothes. I picked out, a strapless, mid-thigh, black dress, and grabbed my zebra heels to go with it. I was walking out into the kitchen, putting my heels on. I stood up, and I was only a few inches shorter than Harry now. "Damn." I giggled. "You would never know that anything happened to your face." I playfully hit him. "Oh! Shut up!" He laughed. We got in the car and got to the club. We walked right in, and found the group. We ordered drinks, and I went to the bathroom. The girls came with, and they saw me touching up my foundation. "What happened?!" They asked. Tears started forming, but I wiped them away before they could spill out. "I found out my dad was in New York and wanted to visit me. I yelled at him, and he punched me." Their jaws dropped. "It's fine guys!" They nodded and we walked back out. I looked for Harry. There he was, on the dance floor, lips locked with another girl, right in front of me.
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