Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.


41. Chapter Forty-One

"What the fuck?"

The phone started ringing which frightened us both awake.

Niall clambered out of bed in a hurry to grab it.

I collapsed back to the bed, pulling the covers around me and snuggling back to sleep.



I snapped, still grouchy from being woken up.

I turned my head to face him.

"Uhh, Harry want's you back" He rubbed the back of his neck.

Somehow through the night, he had slipped out of his clothes, leaving him in only a pair of Calvin Klein boxers that held his rather large bulge.


My head dropped to the pillow, my eyes shutting ready to go back to sleep.

"No, im not having my head bit off because you're too lazy to get out of bed"

He clambered onto the bed, unravelling me from the covers, leaving me exposed to the frostiness.

I rolled onto my stomach, tucking my arms underneath me for warmth.

"Come on"

He rolled me back over and dragged my arms, making me crash to the floor.

I let my head roll back, my eyes closed as he dragged me to the bathroom.

My bare skin stuck to the tiles as he dragged me through the wooden door, starting to burn.

"Ow Niall"

I giggled as he dragged me around the bathroom by my wrists.

He let me drop to the floor, my head hitting the soft bath mat. I smiled up at him and flung my arm over my eyes.

"He wants you there by 11"

I blew through my lips until I had to take another gulp of air.

"Come on. Get up"

His legs were placed either side of my stomach, I could sense his eyes staring at my face.

"I won't ask you again"

"Oh really?"

I snapped.

"Yes really!"

Niall picked me up setting me on the toilet.

"Right, come here"

He smiled wiping sleep from my eyes with a wet wipe as I started to swing my legs back and forth aimlessly.

"Stop it"

Niall dodged my fast moving legs.

"I don't want to go back"

I rolled my eyes, sighing.

"Can't you just adopt me or something?"

He let out a throaty laugh.

"Doesn't work like that sorry"

He smiled, carrying on cleaning my face.

I stared into his eyes as he wiped my face, thinking about what had happened last night and how we were acting now. It like it never happened.

His tongue popped out of his mouth, gliding over his soft lips, wetting them in concentration.


He threw the wipe in the small bin that was placed next to the toilet.

He bit his lower lip, staring at me.


I bit the inside of my cheek waiting for his reply.

"I haven't got a toothbrush for you"


I bit my upper lip, staring at his feet.

"I'll just use my finger"

His face screwed up.

"Your finger?"

I nodded my head.

I jumped up, walking over to the sink and squirting some toothpaste onto my index finger and placing it in my mouth.

I looked into the stained mirror that hung in front of me as I 'cleaned' my teeth.

My hair looked like a lion's mane. It was coming out of all angles.

I brushed it through with my fingers from my forehead, clearing my sight from tendrils.

I spat out the watery toothpaste in the sink and rinsed it down with water.

"See. Minty fresh"

I smiled at him, nearly showing my gums.

He shook his head at me, arms crossed.

I wandered back to the bedroom where my clothes lay strewn across the floor.

I frowned at the sight of them. I seriously have to wear them for 3 days in a row.


I waited for a response.


"Can I borrow some of your clothes?!"

He took a minute to reply.

"If you want!"

With his permission I plodded through to his bedroom and rummaged through his drawers.

I pulled out a red polo shirt and some black jogging bottoms.

The shirt was about two times too big, I always preferred my clothes baggy and the bottoms kept slipping down my waist. I pulled them as high as I could before walking off.

I peered into the long mirror that hung next to the door, pushing my hair back with my palms.

I decided to take my hair out of the bobble and brush it through with my fingertips. It felt so greasy.

I hissed in disgust at the feel.

I yanked it back, and threw it into my speciality, a high, messy bun and rubbed my eyes with my fingers.

"Alex! Come on. Have breakfast before you leave"

He summoned me from the kitchen.

I complied and walked in to find him half way through a bowl of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes.

"Toast is in the toaster, or you can have cereals. I was going to make a Full English, but thanks to Harry those plans are ruined"

He looked quite angered that his plans had been snatched away from him. I giggled at this.

"I'll have some toast"

I grabbed a bit of toast and bit into it, taking a seat next to Niall at the small table.

He paused half way from eating another spoonful and looked at me with disgust/confusion drawn onto his face.

I took another bite of toast.


I shrugged my shoulders, still with food in my mouth.

He placed the spoon back in the bowl.

"You're eating it without anything on it?"

He pointed at me.


I again took another bite.


"By putting it in your mouth and biting it?"

"That's disgusting"

"I don't like butter"

He shook his head and resumed eating his bowl of cereal.

I shrugged my shoulders, shoving the last bit of toast in my mouth and wiping the leftover crumbs that stuck to my lips with the back of my hand.

He placed the spoon in the bowl and carried it over to the dishwasher.

"Let's go then"

I sighed, slamming my head into my arms that were crossed on the table.


His voice was serious.

I stood up, my head as far back as it could be while walking towards the car.

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