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.


14. Chapter Fourteen

I jolted awake. I looked at the illuminated alarm clock that sat on the bedside table next to Harry on the other side of the bed.


This is my opportunity to get my phone and escape. I gently pulled the duvet from me, not taking my sight from Harry. My toes touched the soft carpet, followed by my heels. I pressed my weight onto them and slowly walked out of the door, still not taking my eyes from Harry. I wandered down the corridor and down the winding stairs that led to the front hall. I fumbled around for my phone in the kitchen and dining room but i couldn't find it anywhere. I mentally cursed, searching through the drawers and cupboards. An idea crossed my mind. I ran to the house phone and rang my number. I wandered around downstairs and came across faint vibrating in the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks and listened, judging where it was coming from. The medicine cupboard yes! Running to the counter I nimbly climbed up onto the counter top opening the door and grabbing my battered phone. I jumped down and quickly unlocked my dying phone to find 4 missed calls and 5 texts. I looked through the calls first. 1 was from Charlie and 3 from Poppy. 2 texts were from Charlie, 1 from Dan and 3 from Poppy. I looked at Charlie's text's first.

"Where are you? You're not at home"

"Alex, call me when you get this"


I sighed leaning against the worktop contemplating whether I had enough time to text her back. I decided against it, checking Poppy's.

"Al you tramp, where da fuq r u?x"

"Oi! Call me x"

"Srsly, call me"

And lastly checked the one from Dan.

"Hey babe! Me and Jack were wondering if you wanted to come for a drink? Tb babe xox"

Well I guess that drink won't be happening anytime soon. I typed Liam and Niall in as new contacts, judging my mind to choose the right number to replace the slightly smudged ones on my palm. I pressed dial.


He sounded weak and quiet.



His voice jumped and started to sound panicky.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, well yes, but no"

"Your hurt?"

Bangs and crashes came from the other side of the phone.


"Hang on Alex" I stood still, waiting "Im back, are you hurt?"


"What's wrong then?"

Tears started to fall.

"He...he had sex with me"

"Wait what? You called me to say that you had sex?"

I sniffed and wiped my eyes, still whispering.

"No, well-"

"Did you want to have sex?"


"So he raped you?!"

"No! It isn't rape"

"Alex, when you have sex but one person doesn't want to it's classed as rape. That's it im coming over"

My mouth dropped.

"N-no! You can't come over! He doesn't even know I found my phone"

"He hid your phone!"


He sighed.

"Can you wait until the morning?"

"It is the morning"

"You know what I mean"

"Yeah. Yeah I think so"

"Good. We have rehearsal tomorrow so your going to have to come with him. We'll sort something out then, okay?"

"Okay, thanks Liam"

"No problem, now get back into bed so he doesn't know and i'll see you tommorow"

"Okay, bye"


I hung the phone up and placed it in it's hiding place and tiptoed my way back to bed.

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