Everything's Changed (The Lost Kiss Sequel)

Niall Horan and Lily Hunter are known worldwide as the 'world's cutest couple.' They have a perfect relationship. They can trust each other even with a long distance relationship. That's all what Stacey Meyer wants when she starts dating Harry Styles. Unlike her best friend, Stacey isn't having such a good relationship. Harry is known for being his cheeky self, and the long distance relationship isn't helping him out. Not only that, Stacey is getting hate from the fans daily. Stacey is worried about her relationship with Harry, and feels weaker and weaker each day. Harry promises her that everything will work out, and tries his best to keep their long distance relationship. But like any other 18-year-old boy, Harry messes up not only his relationship, but Stacey too. *SEQUEL TO THE LOST KISS*

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5. It's Different

Stacey's POV

"Thank you!" I thanked the waitress at the café and grabbed my coffee off the counter. I picked up my backpack from the floor and walked to my second month of classes. I sat on the bench in the courtyard close to my next class, Calculus 2, and texted Lily.

Where are you?

I sipped my coffee and opened my calculus 2 book.

 

"So you're Harry Styles' girlfriend, am I right? Stacey Meyers?" A girl walked up to me and sat next to me, uninvited.

I looked up and nodded. "Yeah, why?"

She smiled an innocent smile. "Oh, I'm just wondering. You looked familiar, and I just wanted to make sure."

"Why do you even care?" I tried to not sound annoyed. I've only talked to this girl for less than two minutes and I could tell I wouldn't like her. She had that sass in her tone that made me think that she was just like Samantha Waters, a girl from my high school who wasn't one to be friends with. You could call Samantha the Regina George of Edge Woods High. 

The girl in front of me shrugged. "I don't know actually. But it's kind of cool to have a celebrity's girlfriend in your classes. I’m in your Calculus 2 class by the way."

And that’s where I've seen her before. It's not that my calc is filled with hundreds of students, it is pretty full, but I don't really pay attention to my classmates.

"I'm nothing special, there's nothing cool about me being in your class. I'm just a norma-"

"Honey, you're Harry Styles' girlfriend. The Harry Styles that everyone wants to have. You must feel popular and special."

"When you get to know him he's just a normal boy. And of course I feel special, but not in the way everyone thinks. I don't care if I'm dating the Harry Styles. I'm dating Harry, and I'm happy."

She scoffed. "You don't seem like you're excited."

I looked at her. "Why would I want to go brag about my relationship? I don't want to rub it in people's faces. I'm the happiest girl in the world for being Harry. I don't care if he's in One Direction or not. He makes me happy and that's why I love him."

With that I stood up and walked to the classroom with my stuff. I didn't look back, I didn't need to. There was no point in arguing with her over something that she has no idea about. Right? The door was unlocked and I made my way to my seat.

I took out my phone to burn the ten minutes before class started. People started filing in the seats one by one minutes later. I felt someone pass by me and muttered, "Never knew he was dating a bitch."

I looked up and saw the girl smirking at me. She sat down a few seats in front of me and looked back. I immediately looked away. I didn't sound that mean, did I?

"Never knew he was dating a bitch" kept replaying in my head over and over again throughout the class. I couldn't think properly. I couldn't follow the lesson. I couldn't hear the professor speak.

"Ms. Meyers?" Professor Edwards snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Could you give me the answer the problem on the board?"

I looked behind him to see the problem. He really had to call on me the day I wasn't in the mood for anything. "Uh.."

"Of course she wouldn't know she's stupid and a bitch," the girl snickered. A few people laughed along with her, and I felt embarrassed. Totally embarrassed and I could feel my face reddening to the max.

"She's not a bitch Vanessa, you're just jealous of her." a boy in the next row told her.

"Why would I be jealous?" she spat back.

I didn't bother to listen to her anymore. I made myself focus on the problem that was on the board.

"There are no real solutions because the answer is the square root of negative 2984 which would equal 2i times the square root of 746." I answered the professor ignoring the girl who know goes by Vanessa and the boy in the next row.

The professor looked up from his book and smiled. "That's correct Ms. Meyers. Good job."

Never judge my last minute math skills.

The rest of class felt like hours. Vanessa kept shooting daggers at me every few minutes. Even though I would do everything to ignore her, her words kept replaying in my head.

"Never knew he was dating a bitch."

"Never knew he was dating a bitch."

When Professor Edwards finally dismissed us, I was the first one out the door. I wanted to get away from there as fast as possible. I didn't want to deal with anyone right now.

"Stacey!" I heard my name being called behind me. I sighed and stopped in my tracks, and turned around. I was tired and I was sick. I was in no mood to talk to anybody. I sighed in relief knowing it was a boy calling me; Vanessa was off the list. It was the boy who had stood up for me.

"Hi." I said to him. "Thanks for defending me back there."

He smiled. "Anytime. Sorry about Vanessa, she can be a little out of hand sometimes. She's-"

"It's okay. No worries." I shook it off.

"No, it's my duty to apologize. She shouldn't have called you a bitch. Cause you sure don't look like one. And I'm pretty sure you don't act like one. She does this a lot to others, too, and she's m-"

"Girlfriend?" I finished for him.

He laughed. "Oh no, no. She's my step-sister."

"Oh. Sorry." I said awkwardly.

"No worries. I'm Mason by the way." He put his hand out, and I shook it.

"Nice to meet you Mason." I smiled.
"So you're the lovely girlfriend of the one and only Harry Styles? Vanessa comes home and won't stop talking about how you're in our class. It gets annoying, no offense."

I nodded. "Yeah, I am. And no offense taken."

"You must get that a lot, right?"

I nodded again. "People think it's a big deal, but it's really not. He's just a normal boy who happens to be living his dream. I guess you could say it that way." I shrugged.

"I get you."

My phone vibrated in my pocket. "Hey, I have to go. But it was nice meeting you, Mason. See you tomorrow." I said and turned around to head home.

"Stacey? Could I have your number by any chance? Don't worry, I won't give it to Vanessa," he blurted out.
I shrugged. "Sure."

 

"You look down." Lily walked in the living room and sat on the other side of the couch. I shrugged but kept silent. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I mumbled.
"Stacey." Lily warned me. "I will go drag Harry over here and you'll explain to both of us what's up. You came from the university with the down face and it hasn't disappeared."

"Seriously Lily, I'm fine."

"I'm calling Ha-" she stood up.
"No!" I stopped her. "Please don't."

"Then tell me, Stacey. I'm serious."

I debated it for a few seconds. Lily smirked. "See. Something's up. Tell me now before I call Harry."

"Fine." I groaned and sat back down. I told her the story, every single detail. Just as she wanted it. I told her about Vanessa, and I told her about Mason. I told her about the incident before class and the incident that happened in class. 

"He's not flirting with you, is he?"

I shook my head. "I don't have any interest with him. He asked for my number, but he knows I'm dating Harry so…"

"Oh. Well tell me if he tries to make a move on you."
"Will do."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"First off. Don't you dare listen to what others have to tell you. I told you this before and I'm saying it again. Don't listen. They're the jealous ones, as Mason told you about Vanessa. Second, you wanna know the reason why she thinks you have a bitchy attitude?"

"Well thanks." I mumbled.

"No, I'm serious."

"Then what?"

Lily looked at me. "She doesn’t know Stacey Meyers during her time of the month. She doesn't know Stacey Meyers during the other three weeks of the month. You should see yourself Stacey. You act like a grumpy old grandma. Probably even worse. That's why you probably sounded bitchy. But just so you know, you're not bitchy at all. I know the real you. You hear me?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." She smiled and stood up.

"Where are you headed?"

"Grocery shopping. We ran out of eggs and the basics."

"Don't forget the cereal! And milk!"

"Ay ay captain." she said sarcastically and grabbed the keys off the counter.

"And don't forget to make it the right cereal! Don't mess up the brands!" I told her right before she closed the door.

 

 

"Finished with the album?" I asked Harry. We were in a small coffee shop enjoying Friday afternoon together. This weekend Harry wouldn't be able to hang out, as he had to promote LWWY. Just two days after our four month anniversary, Lily and I went to see them at the iTunes festival. It was a blast for everyone, and that left the boys in a happy mood for the rest of the week.

Harry nodded. "Pretty much. We just have to finish up a few songs and then boom! We're done. I think this one is going to be better than Up All Night, don't you think so?"

I shrugged. "From the songs you showed me, they're really, really good. But nothing can beat Up All Night to be honest."

"But it's so poppy!"

"And your point? Take Me Home is kinda poppy."

"But it is more mature."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" I laughed sarcastically. "Chinny chin chins?"
Harry shot me a look. "Minus that."

"It's like the three pigs and the big bad wolf. What was the line again?" I thought about it for a minute. "Oh yeah! 'Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.'"

"Well we didn't write that song so I think we're fine."

"It's still your song." I smile and take the last bite off my cookie. "So it's your song and you gotta deal with it."

Harry shook his head and chuckled. "Just shut up."

I raised my hands in defense. "Stating the facts!"

We stayed in the coffee shop for a few more minutes until Harry finished his sandwich. We threw all our trash away and headed out. We walked out and were welcomed by the cool wind.

"The weather here is so much prettier than Houston. I'm pretty sure my parents are living in an oven still."

"Really? It's hot all year long?"

I shrugged. "Not all year. Just like, five months you would get the cool air. But it's usually warm."

Harry felt his pockets for the car keys. "Hey, I'll be right back. I think I forgot the car keys inside."

I nodded and he headed back in.
"You're Stacey Meyers!" Two girls who looked only a few years younger than me walked up. I nodded. "Yeah, I am."

"Where's Harry?" girl number two asked.

I looked at the coffee shop. "He's in there, he'll be out in a few to take some pictures if y'all want."

"It doesn't matter. I've met him so many times before." Girl number one answered.
"Really? That's nice," I said.

"Yeah. How's Louis?" she asked.

"He's good. He's not with us if you're wondering. It's just me and Harry."

"Me and Harry," girl number two scoffed. "How is it like being his beard? I'm sure Eleanor has enjoyed it the past year."

"Larry isn't real," I told them.
"Yeah, we'll believe the lies you'll tell us." Girl number one shot her friend a look. But girl number two wouldn't stop.
"You know management could've found a better looking girl to be Harry's beard. They could've found a prettier girl like Eleanor, but I guess that since your Lily's friend, you were an easy target."

"I-" I felt as if I were to start crying any minute.

"Omg you're Stacey Meyers! A few other girls walked up to us. They kept asking me stuff, bombarding me with questions, and hating on me. I pushed past them and walked away.
"See, she's too weak to handle us. What a loser." I heard someone say. I didn't care. I wanted to hide myself from the world, even Harry, at that very moment.

"Harry!" I could tell Harry had walked out when I heard the shrieks and screams of the girls. I kept walking faster, and I pulled out my phone so that I could text him I had left. But I couldn't see the screen. I had started crying. Woopee.

"Stacey!" I heard Harry yell and ran after me. I just kept on walking, and I could tell I had walked into a park. I past the playground and the parents with their young kids. Harry kept yelling after me and chasing up.

 

"Stacey!" Harry yelled and ran after me. "Stacey," he yelled again and caught up with me. "Stacey why did you run? You know it's not true! You know you're not ugly. You know you're not fat. You know you're not any of those that the girls said. You know that! And I know that, too! And whatever Victoria or Veronica or whoever that girl is, you know they're not that."
"Who told you about Vanessa?" Yeah, I haven't told him about Vanessa. I did tell him about Mason who was just a guy in my Calculus class.

"Lily. But it doesn't matter who told me, Stacey."

"It's different Harry! It's different when you read it and then when someone tells you the exact same thing in your face. It doesn't really hit you when you read it online, but when they say it to your face? It's like they're physically smacking me on my cheek!" I cried out. Harry's eyes softened and he hugged me without saying a word.

"It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

I shook my head in disagreement. "I can't do it Harry, I can't do it." I looked up at him. "I don't think I can do it."

Even in the dark I could see the color drain from his face. "What do you mean? What can't you do? Plea-"

"Harry, I'm sorry. I-I I can't do it anymore. I can't do us. It's gone too much, way overboard. And nothing is your fault. None of this. Don't blame yourself. It's all your fans, but don't blame them. It's not all of them, just the haters. I don't know."

"No Stacey." Harry chocked out. "Please. You know I love you, right?"

"Harry, please don’t make this harder than it is." I pleaded him and I could feel my heart hammering even faster than it was.
"Just listen to me, please."

I shrugged.

"You know I love you, right?" he continued.

I ignored the hammering heart in my chest ready to explode and shrugged again.

"I love you Stacey. I love you. Okay?" Harry made sure we never lost eye contact.

I nodded. "Okay." I whispered.

"And you love me, right?" I could hear the nervousness in his voice. Of course I love him. Isn't it obvious how much I was in love with him?

"I-I.." His face dropped when I stuttered. I looked away. I couldn't lie to Harry. I just couldn't. I looked at him and nodded slightly. "Of course I do, Harry. Of course."

"Then why are you breaking up with me?" Harry held my arms in his hands, not giving me the ability to walk away from him.

"Because- because of the people an-"

Harry bit his lip and took my right hand in his, squeezing it. "Who cares about them? They don't need to ruin us. They don't have to ruin our relationship. I love you and you love me and that's what really matters. They're just trying to ruin us because they're jealous. I don't want to lose you Stacey. I really don't want to lose you ever. I know we can do it Stacey. Just don't leave me." He was on the verge of crying.

"You make me happy Stacey. You're different. And I don't like seeing you cry or let alone you feeling down. I like seeing you happy. Your smile is the prettiest thing ever, did anyone tell you that? Your face could make anyone's day when you smile."

He smiled and sniffled. "You're different Stacey. Different than anyone I've met. Plea-"

 I didn't let him finish; I kissed him without letting him finish his thoughts. Harry kissed me back, and his hands moved to my waist, bringing me closer to him. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

"Don't leave me," he whispered.

I bit my lip and shook my head. "I won't. I'll stay."

Harry's face immediately gained his color, and he smiled. He kissed me hard and quick and hugged me tightly. I couldn't help but smile,

"I love you." I told him, and I meant it with my whole being.

Harry's arms tightened around me and I could hear him laugh. "It's cute when you say it. Say it again."
"I love you. I love you Harry."

He smiled and wiped the tears of my face. "I love you too Stacey. I love you so much."

He pulled back just enough to face me. "You know, it's different when we say it now."

"What?" I asked him with a confused look on my face.
He shook his head, laughing. "At the signing back in March or whatever that month was, when you came up to me. You told me you loved me. You were like 'I love you so much Harry!' And I remember saying it back to you, just like I would to any other fan. But now it feels different. You get what I'm saying? It's different where you actually know the person personally and mean it. You get it?"

I nodded. "Surprisingly I do."

"You were such a fan." Harry laughed. I punched his arm and I could feel my face getting red. "Harry shut up!" I groaned. "We must not talk about that time. I was embarrassing."

"You know that was just a few months ago, right?"

"Shut up!"

Harry laughed even louder. "Have I made you more mature? More ladylike?"

"Harry Styles shut up before I chop off your hair!" I warn him and punched him again.

"Hey! Don't mess with the hair! And dang you hit like a boy." He rubbed his arm.

I shrugged. "I grew up with two brothers. I'm pretty sure I can act like one."

"Does that mean I act like a girl because I grew up with a sister?"

I thought about it and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You're the strangest human being ever."

"I get that a lot. By the way, Jordyn's stranger."

"Really?"

"I'm not kidding, I swear! Ask my parents and my brothers and Emma. Jordyn's the strangest."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I punched him for the third time that night and shook my head watching him laugh.

 

 

"You're mad at me aren't you?" After we had calmed down, we decided to take a walk. The weather was nice and cool and not one of us felt like going home that soon. It was mostly silent, but the comfortable one.

I felt Harry's arms tighten around me. "No, I'm just upset. Not only at you, but at everyone who's sending you hate."

I stayed silent.

"Send me the tweets that send you hate, okay? Tell me everyone who called you anything mean, even if it's a joke."

"Like Lily?" I shrugged and said to lighten up the mood.

Harry chuckled. "Nah, I think Lily can pass on this one. But I'm serious Stacey, tell me, okay? And I'll kick their ass for you."

 I smiled. "I can kick ass, too."

Harry shrugged. "It's cuter when the boy does it, so let me handle those assholes. Okay?"

"Okay."

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