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.


2. Chapter Two

"Shit" I cursed rolling over onto the concrete, holding my back.

I picked myself off of the floor and waddled over to Poppy's maroon Renault Clio.

"What the hell happened to you?" she sniggered turning down the radio.

"Jumped out the window"

My head hit the back of the seat, my hand rubbing the sore bit on my lower back where i landed on something sharp. I felt warm liquid on my fingers, I pulled them away to see that I was bleeding.

"Uuuuggghh" I groaned

"What's up?"

"I'm bleeding"

Poppy leant over to me and twisted my back, pulling my pyjama top up.

"You got a nasty cut"

She traced just underneath the cut with her thumb.

"Thanks Dr poppy, I needed that confirmed" I replied sarcastically.

"Here too help"

She smiled at me before starting the car and driving off.


"Grab the spoons Al!"

Poppy shouted at me from the living room. I opened the drawers and pulled out two large spoons and strolled into the living room to find Poppy sitting on the floor, looking on my phone.


I snatched the phone from her hands to find that she posted a status on my Facebook.

"I love Poppy Davies loads! She is my spfl!"

My brows knitted together confused.

"What the hell is an spfl?"

"Sexual partner for life" a grin spread across her face.

A little smile crossed my lips.

"You do know you sort of called us both lesbians?"

She nodded and shrugged her shoulders at the same time.

"Come on! lets have some ice cream!"

I handed her a spoon and we both tucked into the big tub of un-branded chocolate ice cream with some soppy rubbish on in the background.

"So, What actually did happen? You never told me the deets"

She looked at me with curiosity burning in her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders taking another big spoonful of ice cream and jamming it into my mouth.

"Come on! You can tell me anything" She frowned.

I waited until I swallowed the ice cream before I spoke.

"Well, he ummm.." My breath hitched "It was just getting too much, you know with all of the attention"

Tears tried to escape my eyes but I kept them in.

"Well they should learn too leave you alone!" Poppy looked furious

"Calm down Pop" I put my hand on top of hers.

She pulled her hand away standing up and pulling out her phone from her back jean pocket.

"Poppy! What are you doing?!"

I tackled her too the floor trying to prise her blackberry out of her right hand.

"Poppy! Stop!" I pleaded

She rolled to her left scrolling through her contacts, still with me on top of her. She pressed the green phone to call Harry and put it on loudspeaker.

"Poppy! I'm warning you! Turn it off now!" she was still wriggling underneath me with her arm stretched as far as it would go.

"No! You need too talk through your problems!"

I tried to grab the phone off her again.


He answered on one ring, like he was waiting for someone to call. We both froze not knowing what to do, looking at each other wide eyed. Poppy opened her mouth but no words come out.

"Hello?" he repeated. There was a hit of anger lingering in his voice.

"Uhhhh-i-ummm" Poppy was stuck.

"If this is a joke you can piss off"

Harry put the phone down on her. We sat there looking at each other with the faint long beep coming from the phone.

"Don't act all hard next time Pop?" I laughed at her.

She raised her eye brows with a little smirk on her lips. We rested our backs against the front of the sofa with the ice cream in the middle of us, taking big scoops and jamming them into our mouths.


I leaned forward and gently touched the cut on my back.

"Pop? You got any plasters I could put on this?"

"Uhh yeah'. There should be some in the cupboard on the first shelf" she didn't take her eyes from the screen.


I walked out to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, moving stuff to the side to try and find them. I found the box behind the teabags and pulled out a pink plaster with hello kitty on the front and walked out to the living room.

"Pop, can you chuck this on for me please?" I asked turning my back to her and holding the plaster behind me.


She pulled my top up and stuck it straight on.

"Thanks pop"

"No problamo" She said sitting back down and taking another spoonful of ice cream.

"What are you doing tonight?" she said turning her head towards me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well are you staying or going home?" she raised her eyebrows when speaking.

"I've got work in the morning"

"I could take you if you stayed?"

"No, that wouldn't be fair. I'll go home"

"You don't have to mind" she shoved another spoonful into her mouth.

"I will" My facial expression dropped.

"Why don't you find another job if you don't like it"

I looked at her confused.

"I mean your always complaining how horrible the people who you work with are. And you get all of those perverts in there"

"Well I've been trying to get one that I enjoy but I haven't really got many GCSE's up my belt have i?"

"Like what?"

"Well you know I've been wanting to go into radio since comp"

Poppy nodded slowly, waiting for me to carry on.

"I've been trying to get the job to make the teas and coffee's for everyone" I took a seat on the sofa next to her.

"But isn't it like the job you have already? You'll still be a waitress"

"Yeah, but that's how you start off isn't it? And then you work your way up" I started using hand gestures.

"I suppose"

"Im gonna' go now then. I have to get up for seven" I frowned.

"Alright then chick, but be careful" She pointed at me with the spoon.

"Yes mum" I laughed pulling my uggs on my cold feet.

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