My Wish...

Lola Rain makes a simple wish on a star to wake up the next morning in Harry Styles bed. Her wish to become his girlfriend came true. But what happens when Harry isn't the guy she thought he would be? And what if a romance is brewing between her and another one of his band mates, a guy she never thought she would end up with.


12. The Real You

Lola's P.O.V


I walked out of the shop then headed down the street. I didn't know where I was going or what I wanted to do. I just knew I didn't want to go back to the house. Liam was blowing up my phone asking me where I was but I never texted him back or answered his calls. As I was walking up the street, I heard my name being called out. I turned to see a very bruised Harry.


"Lola!" He yelled catching up to me.


I stopped in my place. I could feel tears forming into my eyes. His face was covered in dark bruises. His lip was cut open like Liam's but slightly worse. His knuckles were also cut open from where he punched Liam so hard. It made my body hurt just thinking about the beating the both of them took. All because of me.


"Lola!" He said again but this time he was right next to me. He could see the tears falling from my eyes. I turned away from him. He rested a hand on my shoulder. "Lola. Are you crying?" His tone was different from anything I've heard come out of his mouth. It was so soft and light, it was like he was singing. This is how I thought Harry would really be. Soft and like his music. Not a drunk ass, punching cheating freak.


"I'm fine Harry." I shrugged away from his touch still trying not to look at him.


He sighed and was about to say something when people started to surround us with cameras. They were snapping shots again but this time Liam wasn't with me. I wonder what they will say now. I started to cry harder when I felt Harry's warm hand wrap around mine. He pulled me out of the crowd and we both took off down the street still hand in hand. He pulled me along with the crowd closely behind us.


"Harry!" I screamed.


He looked at me and gave me one of his devilish smiles. I loved seeing those dimples. He pulled them off way better than I ever could. We ran faster into the strip where all the shops were. He ducked into a book store with me on his hills. We ran to the back of the store where a pretty blonde sat. She gave Harry a look then put a hat and glasses on him. She then put glasses and a jacket. I could see the camera people looking for us outside the windows. I looked at Harry in a panic. He smiled at me again.


I was about to say something when our lips crashed together. I tried pulling away but then I realized what the whole point of this was. He sat down where the blonde was sitting but he kiss me. I got onto his lap. We kissed and kissed for what seemed forever. It felt really good though. He knew what he was doing. But I knew I couldn't fall for this. This wasn't the real him. This was him just trying not to get a bad picture in a stupid magazine.


"Excuse me." The blonde girl coughed.


I looked up her breaking the kiss. She was really pretty. She was very short and skinny with long blonde ringlet curls. Her eyes were hazel and her lips were to the fullest. She rolled her eyes at us and said, "They are gone. Get out of here."


Harry and I both laughed then took off our stuff and gave it back to her. We walked out of the book store with drinks in our hands and laughing.


"Do you want to take a walk in the park? I think we need to talk." He sighed.


I nodded and followed him into a small park. We walked along a path drinking our drinks in silence for a longtime.


"Lola. I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. Liam was right when he said I cheated on you. I have been for a longtime. I wanted to get at Liam. He has always gotten everything so easy. The best voice, the best parts of the songs, the best girls, and everyone likes him so much but then you came. You guys became friends but in the end you chose to be with me and not him. I can't believe that I screwed all of this up. I should have known what you meant to me. When I saw those pictures, I just lost it. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to hurt him. I'm so sorry Lola..."


I looked up at him. The sun was hitting his blue eyes and hair perfectly. His skin was so pale under the light. His long body was tense from the words that just left his lips. He looked almost fragile. Maybe. Just maybe this was the real Harry Styles. Fragile...

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