It All Started With A Brownie

Actually, it starts with two.
Susie gets up one morning and makes a load of brownies. 250, in fact. She and her friends don't know what to do with them so they decide to sell them - outside their apartment. A guy comes along, hood up, blue eyes and soft blonde hair. He keeps his face hidden, but when Susie sees him properly, it's Niall Horan, her celebrity crush. Can Susie keep her secret hidden from her friends, or will the truth come out?


15. Panini's and Coffee


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As I said in the last chapter, sorry I was late updating, I was in Malham!

Here is the chapter for you:

Panini's and Coffee

Liv's POV

They kissed. Susie and Niall kissed.

I guess I'm happy for her, although it gets kind of annoying when its all she can ever talk about. But I was like that with Harry. When we had our first kiss, I really wanted to tell somebody, just like Susie. But I couldn't, because the girls were abroad.

And when they came back, my life with Harry was over.

All this time, ever since I properly met One Direction, I have never tried to go near Styles, and mostly avoided him every time we met up with them.

And that is why I am wondering what the hell I'm doing agreeing to meet up for a coffee with him to 'have a chat'.

Liam has been the main influence. He seems really keen for us to make up and not be worst enemies, because it's hard for him when he is really close to both of us. His solution to the drama is clear: talk to Harry, figure things out and become friends.

Labelled by his band mates and fans, or Directioners as they like to call themselves, Daddy Direction suits Liam perfectly. He never wants a fight and seems to be on hand every time a problem arises, finding a solution straight away.

Unfortunately, I don't think meeting up with Harry for coffee is going to solve anything. I mean, what is he going to say? I'm sorry for ditching you after I got you pregnant? Yeah, I don't think so.

After the Westfield incident, Liam and I have become incredibly close. We are really good friends, and as soppy as it sounds, I'd probably say best friends. Whenever he is free, we go out for a meal, or some sort of attraction, and learn new things about each other all the time.

For example, when Susie and Niall were on their date, Liam and I decided to go into Henley-on-Thames with Danielle, as there are great tea-shops there, and the Regatta was going on all that week. As I used to live in Henley, I decided to take Danielle and Liam to Maison Blanc, a beautiful restaurant/café which sells delicious patisseries and sandwiches. When we got there and the waiter handed Liam a spoon and fork for his gateaux, Liam hurriedly gave the spoon back and made the waiter take it away. Danielle saw that I was confused and she laughed, rubbing the paralysed-in-his-seat Liam and explaining that Liam had a fear of spoons.

A few times after that, Danielle, Liam and I had gone out, but usually Danielle had to go to a dance class or rehearsal, so I got used to just Liam being there. He is a really nice guy, with a very defined and toned body, but a cute face that could melt anybody's heart and make you trust him immediately. However, as I said before, we were just really good friends, nothing more than that, and although we seemed to get closer with each day that passed, Liam always took care of his girlfriend too.

Pulling out an oversized t-shirt, shorts and black heels, I changed quickly and brushed my teeth in the main bathroom. I hadn't told the girls that I was meeting Harry, so I decided not to make any breakfast in case they woke and came to see what I was doing up so early, as usually I would lie in.

Brushing my hair and letting it fall loosely around my face, I dabbed on the minimum amount of makeup I could get away with (mascara and eyeliner) and hopped out the door. Harry said to meet him in Starbucks at eleven, so I could have some breakfast when I got there, as my stomach was starting to rumble.

The first thing I saw when I walked in was his stupid, floppy hair. How his curls managed to stay at the side of his head and not droop down from the weight was pretty astonishing, considering the amount of gel his hair artists must have poured on it today to make it look 'glossy and shiny'.

God, I sounded like a L'Oreal advert.

Harry's back was slumped and his head was in his hands, but when I sat down in the seat opposite him, he straightened up quickly and beamed at me. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and waited for him to start talking. Which he didn't. Instead, he was looking at my chest. I had forgotten that this t-shirt was quite see-through and I was wearing a neon pink bra. Great.

"My eyes are up here, you moron." I hissed and he blushed immediately.

"Sorry. I was just admiring your, uh, your- necklace." Harry stuttered.

"I'm not wearing a necklace, idiot. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Straight to the point. Right, well, first things first, can I get you a drink or something?"

I stared at the crazy guy in front of me. Was he out of his mind? Ditching me at the first sign of trouble and then offering me a drink when the drama's over?

"I can get it myself." Leaving the table to grab some breakfast and a coffee, I was soon pulled back by Harry, who grabbed my wrists tightly. Looking into his eyes, I could see he was slightly hurt by not accepting his offer.

"Please, Liv. Just give me a chance."

I shook my head and deepened my frown, but eventually gave in, going back to the table and waiting.

Whilst he was in the queue, Harry was mobbed by several girls, who were obviously fans, and turning to sign phones and iPods, he got in conversation with them, laughing and joking, giving them lots of attention, just like he used to with me. But those memories were too painful to bring back up, so I buried them deeper in my brain and carried on glaring at the fans.

They were extremely pretty and slim, and looked about seventeen. I could tell that one girl in particular was flirting with Harry, by the way she kept stroking his arm, and by the looks of things, Harry was enjoying it. When I saw this, my blood turned to ice, and in a tiny, remote corner of my heart, a little pang of jealousy exploded. Why couldn't he give me attention like that, flirt with me?

Shocked at what I was feeling and thinking, I turned away from the sight and didn't notice Harry coming to sit back down.

"Hey." He mumbled and I grunted a reply, glancing down at what he had bought.

Surprisingly, it was my favourite: a cheese and ham Panini, blueberry muffin and a large mug of coffee.

Widening my eyes, I looked at him suspiciously. "How did you know?"

Realising what I meant, Harry cocked his head and raised his eyebrow at me. "I was your boyfriend, remember?"

There was nothing I could do but nod. Of course I remembered. How could I forget?

"And that's what I wanted to talk about today, Liv. What happened to us?"

All the good memories disappeared instantly and I stared at him, shocked. "Excuse me? Are you seriously asking me that question? You left me alone with a baby!"

"How could I have known you were pregnant?" Harry launched into an attack on me, but I held my hand up to silence him.

"How could I have told you when you left the very next day and deleted your number from my phone?"

At the mention of this, Harry looked down, suddenly seeming less like the angry man a minute ago, but more of a timid, shy, boy. "I was scared."

My heart fell at his words. All this time, I had hoped, prayed that he hadn't known, that it was all a mistake and that he was forced to leave me by his family. But no, he knew all along.

"You knew."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, but then Harry spoke again. "Yes. I had my suspicions and I can't express how sorry I am-"

I interrupted his lame pleadings. "Sorry won't cut it; what you did to me, what you put me through."

"Please, just hear me out, okay?" Harry paused before beginning. "I sort of knew the very next morning, after we, well, you know, made love, and I was scared. Scared that I wouldn't be enough. Scared that I would have to commit to being a father and being only seventeen. Scared that maybe I actually wasn't in love with you, and that I had got it wrong. Scared of what others would think of me, what my family would think. I was so fucking scared, Liv, and there was nothing I could do but take my stuff, delete my number from your phone and pray that actually I hadn't got you pregnant. Obviously I didn't pray hard enough because you did, and that was my fault. It was all my fault. Leaving you, messing up your relationship with your family. I made a big mistake, Liv, but you need to give me another chance."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because after I left you, I told myself every day that I didn't miss you, that I didn't love you, that I never loved you, and after a while, I started believing it and I moved on. But when I saw you at Susie's party, I realised that I was completely and utterly wrong. Because the fact is, I never stopped loving you, and I don't think I ever will."

Harry stopped and looked at me, hope and pleading shining bright in his eyes. I wanted him to smile at me like he did back then, I wanted him to hold me, to embrace me, to kiss me like he did. But that was the past, and that piece of my past was broken, shattered into millions of pieces.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but whilst you say you never stopped loving me, I'm telling you this now: I fell out of love with you a long, long time ago."

Harry's eyes darkened and I could see that I had dashed all hopes of us getting back together.

"Could you at least offer me your friendship?" He asked and I sighed.

"All I can offer someone is my friendship and my trust, and the point of the matter is, you broke both of those."

Standing up from the table, I walked out of Starbucks and Harry let me go this time. I decided to head back to the apartment, really needing to talk to the girls or Liam.

"Liv! Liv!"

I turned at the sound of my name being called and found Harry running towards me.

"What do you want now, Styles?"

Out of breath and a little red in the face, he replied, "You forgot your purse."

I took the purse from his outstretched arm and put it in my handbag. When I looked up again, I found that Harry was still there, standing too close for my liking.

"Liv, um, I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get your trust and friendship back. I promise." And with that, he started heading off in the opposite direction, fixing the beanie hat on the top of his head in the reflection of an empty shop window.

And they say that Zayn's the vain one.


Hmmm, what will Harry do to regain Liv's trust??

Hope you liked it, still wondering what you guys think of the cover and who you think it may be...

Have a nice weekend!

Love from Liv xxx

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