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.


24. Chapter Twenty-Four

"Yes Mr.Styles"

The waiter bowed before making his way to the kitchen. I was sat in-between Harry and Zayn at the large, round table. Obviously I didn't choose to sit here.

"How are you Alex? You know, after what happened?"

My eyes darted too Louis who's eyes had widened. He nervously fiddled with the fork that was placed beside him.

"W-what do you mean?"

My eyes faced the small plate that was positioned to my left. My eyes flickered to face Liam, and then back at the plate waiting for his answer.

"Your head? You bumped your head"

Relief washed over me. A sigh could be heard over the other side of the table.

"Oh, yeah. It's fine"

I shot Liam a smile before gently tracing my finger tips over the lump on my head.

"How did it happen?"

Zayn slowly turned his head towards me, his tone a deep, dark, grimacing pitch.

"Uhh I-"

"She fell from the counter"

Harry butted in.

"Why was you on the counter?"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I was getting a- I don't have to explain myself to you"

My voice turned snarky.

"I suggest you speak to me properly"

His head moved centimetres from mine, our eyes fixed.

I gulped back fear. A hand roughly grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back.

"Zayn, stop it"

Harry's voice was rough.

Zayn shook his head crossing his arms on the table.


2 waiters and a waitress came bearing our food. The waitress shot me a huge smile as she placed my food in front of me. I returned it, unconvincingly.

We ate or food with pictures being taken left, right and centre. Why do they want to come out all of the time if they know it's going to be like this?

I was tucking into my chicken salad when a hand slowly started to creep towards my thighs. My head turned to Zayn who was carrying on eating with his left hand, like nothing was happening. They crept closer and closer, starting to make me tingle inside. My feet curled. I slowly placed my fork onto the plate, not wanting to attract attention. My hand covered the top of his, nonchalantly pushing it away towards my knee.

It gripped my knee, hurting me. I hissed at the pain, biting my lip to stop me from making a noise. My hand roughly grabbed his, trying to move it without making a scene, but unsuccessfully.

"Alex? Are you alright?"

Niall looked up from his food with a worried expression.

All I could manage was a nod, biting down on my lip harder, as he held it tighter.

"Are you sure? You don't look that good"



He stood up out of his chair to come over and see me. By now all eyes was on me, including Zayn.

"I said I'm fine!"

He stopped in his tracks and sat back down, with a sad expression etched onto his face.

"I-I think I've just come on"

Everyone's facial expressions dropped, not knowing what to do.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Harry put his cutlery on the table, pushing the chair back to stand up.

"No! I mean no, I don't need you to do everything with me"

He bit his top lip, nodding his head and surprisingly sitting down.

I dug my finger nails into Zayn's wrists, making him hiss and pull away. I quickly stood up, gripping onto the back of Harry's chair for support. All eyes were still on me. I walked as normally as I could, the pain still lingering.



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