Someone Like You (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Rose and Harry used to be together. They were the couple who was inseparable... that is until they decided to go their separate ways.

"We'll find each other one day, and when we do, we'll go back to the way things were."

That was the promise Harry had made Rose before going on a world tour. That was five long years ago when they were both 18 years old. They're both 23 years old now and have gone on living their lives in their own ways.

Rose is still waiting for the day Harry will waltz back into her life, but she knows it won't happen, she's holding onto false hope. She works at a lousy job where she is forced to copy papers for a living and make coffee runs for the employees. She goes home after work to her cat, Crookshanks, and is by herself for 12 hours before repeating her day once more.

Harry, however, has long forgotten the promise he gave Rose. Harry has been married for a year to his wife, Mallory. Harry hasn't forgotten about Rose though. The rose flower running up his rig


3. Chapter 2

Letting out a sigh, Rose glanced at the clock and was displeased to see she still had fifteen minutes left before she could leave. She hated getting out at four because she had to battle with the endless amount of school traffic. Rose looked at the table which was now filled with thick packets of yellow envelopes filled with manuscripts labelled with what department they're supposed to go to.

"These are so heavy," Maggie complained as she lifted a stack of six manuscripts. Rose shrugged and picked her share up and piled them into the cart. She stacked them upright so they could fit more in the cart.

"Hello ladies," an overly cheery voice said as the person it belonged to took long strides into the room.

The person was Richard Ellison the company's owner and no one really liked him. Rose felt put off by him because he was a bit of a pervert and often flirted with the young employees. He was also a cheap bastard who paid his employees as little as possible. He is the entire reason why Rose struggles to pay for her bills, but no one else is looking for a new employee so she is stuck with her current job much to her dismay.

"Mr. Ellison," Maggie said with a flirtatious smile on her face, "May I go, please? I've finished with my work and I really need to go, I have to go help the poor tonight," she said and Richard smiled and took a few steps towards her. 


"Of course, Rose here can handle this, right?" he asked looking at Rose with a smile on his face. Rose crossed her arms and realized she had no way of getting out of this one so she just gave a slight nod of her head. Maggie grinned and grabbed her things and left the room.

Richard turned towards Rose and she busied herself with her work picking up all the packets of paper and bringing them to the cart. Richard went over to her, but she was busy trying to ignore the grey haired man standing before her. She pushed the cart forward and made her rounds plopping the envelopes on certain people's desks.

Rose glanced up to the black and white circular clock and a grin appeared on her face almost immediately. Four o'clock could not have come fast enough. Rose finished delivering the manuscripts and raced towards the break room and punched out and gathered her things and sprinted out to her car. She climbed into the drivers seat of the car and buckled her seat belt.

"It's an old song, but for most of you, I think you'll enjoy this. This is One Direction's What Makes You Beautiful," the radio host said before the opening Grease-like chords reminding Rose of the summer she first heard the song.

Rose leaned over and turned it off just as Harry's verse began. She put the car in drive and sped out of the parking lot. She was at the driveway of her work for at least ten minutes as the car zipped past her battered vehicle. Rose sighed and rested her elbow against the window and drummed her fingers against the black steering wheel. Rose absolutely hated school traffic and found it impossible to get through.

"Finally!" she exasperated and went to press the gas peddle, but slammed on the breaks when someone turned the corner and zipped past her, "Fucking hell!" she groaned and played the waiting game once more.

Her phone blasted from the seat next to her in her purse. She leaned over and grabbed it and answered the call holding the square phone up to her ear.

"This is Rose."

"Hey Rose," Isaac, Rose's brother, said into the phone with a smile on his face, "Where are you? I'm at your flat, but you're not home, it's fifteen past four."

"I'm still in the bloody driveway at work. Fucking school traffic, it's horrible!" Rose exclaimed throwing up her hands. She made her turn quickly before getting hit by the oncoming vehicle.

"Finally," she said and relaxed into the back of her seat in the car.

"You sound frustrated, Rose, what's on your mind?" Isaac asked his sister curiously as he took a seat on the ground outside his sister's flat.

Isaac was someone who was constantly worried about his younger sister and felt like he had to protect her from all the hurtful things on this earth. He was constantly over at his sister's small flat keeping her company and away from thinking about Harry, the boy who broke his sister to millions of little, shattered pieces.

"Fucking work, fucking Maggie, fucking Harry," Rose muttered slamming on the breaks after realizing she was approaching a red light.

"What's going on at work? What does Harry have to do with you?"

"He's the reason I have the life I do, isn't it? If he were here and we were together everything would be perfect. I wouldn't be stuck," Rose said and turned the phone on speaker. She ran her fingers through her thick brown hair.

"Rose, it'd be kind of hard considering-"

"What? That he's married? I know," Rose said and felt tears well in her eyes, "I'm just pulling into the parking lot, I'll be there in a bit," she said and hung up the phone and pulled into a parking stall.

After Rose had turned the ignition off, she grasped the steering wheel and leaned forward feeling tears threaten to spill over the rim of her eyes. She rested her cheek on her arm and opened her eyes and stared out the window towards the park across the street. Tears were spilling uncontrollably out of her brown eyes.

Staring off in the distance at the park, she could only picture the countless times her and Harry had went on dates to the park in Holmes Chapel. Harry's eyes were burned into her brain. His eyes changed colours every once in a while. Sometimes, they would be such a vibrant green and then sometimes, which was most days, they would be of a greyish-green colour and around the rim of his iris, would be a dark rim. When he smiled, it would create a sparkle in his eyes that made anyone in the room stop and stare at him. Rose remembers when Harry would smile, she would sometimes poke the small indent in his cheek to make him laugh. She misses that beautiful laugh that sounded like a sweet melody in her ears.

She could also picture his brown hair that had faint streaks of blonde in it. The blonde only was visible when either the sun would hit it or he was under many lights. His curls went in all different directions, but her favourite was always when she could see his beautiful eyes. She could only ever see his eyes when he had the grey beanie on his head pushing his curls back. However, Rose remembered spending countless hours running her fingers through his curls and he would watch her in admiration with a smile dancing on his lips.

Rose sat up and ran her hands down the circular steering wheel and placed her hands in her lap and let out a few deep, shaky breaths and wiped away the tears with the pads of her thumbs. She leaned back and sniffled lightly and exhaled once more.


Harry was always on Rose's mind. He's been captivating her thoughts since she was a young girl in primary school. It wasn't until she ran into him when she was seventeen years old that he was all she could think about.

She remembers that day quite vividly. Rose was wearing skinny jeans with green converse with a dark green t-shirt and a black cardigan. She was walking home from the public library and was looking through her notebook when she ran into a tall person knocking her onto the ground. The items in her bag had spilled all over and she was frantically gathering them when a hand stopped her.

That next moment is what determined the next five years of her life. She looked up at his face and remembers being stunned that Harry had actually taken notice to her. In all the years she had known him, he had not once noticed her. He was always occupied with his popular friends while she was in the back of the classroom reading her books or writing in her notebook.

"You can do this, Rose, you can do this," she said to herself and grabbed her black purse and put her phone in the purse and got out of the car.

Rose walked to the lifts and pressed the up button and waited for the silver doors to open. She stepped aside letting the family of four out of the lift when the doors opened. After the lift was empty, she stepped inside and pressed 6. She waited in silence and stared at the ring on her thumb. It was Harry's, he had given the ring to her as a reminder of him before he left to New York to perform at Madison Square Garden.

"Rose," someone said snapping Rose out of her thoughts.

She looked up and saw Isaac standing there and she lifted herself off the wall and walked past her brother and to the ugly green coloured door that had the number 102 A and stuck her key in the slot and turned it opening the door. She walked into the kitchen and threw her things on the counter.

"He's on your mind again isn't he?" Isaac asked leaning against the doorframe into the kitchen. Rose looked at her twenty-five year old brother and nodded. Her lip began to quiver and Isaac went over to his little sister and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug.

She began to sob into his chest as her feelings overwhelmed her and took control of her. Isaac stood there holding his sister and running his fingers through her hair trying to calm her down, but he knew this would take longer than ten minutes.

Isaac truly felt bad for his sister because he knew that she was deeply in love with Harry and he couldn't ever see her recovering from this. He knew the only way for her to move on would be to speak with Harry, but he knew that would be difficult for the both of them. Isaac has spent a lot of time looking at the paparazzo's photos of Harry and his wife. Isaac has noticed Harry's happiness is nowhere near to how he was when he was dating Rose.


"Harry! You didn't call me," Mallory whined as Harry stepped through the front door of his house. He nodded rolling his lips inward over his teeth and pressing down on them.

Despite a good day at work, Harry wasn't in the mood to deal with Mallory at the moment. Harry wanted to spend time alone and forget his problems for once. There was only one place that Harry knew he could disappear to and that was his office he set aside for himself.

Mallory had even noticed his off mood when he stepped into the house. He didn't look to be the happiest man on the earth and after she whined to Harry, she immediately regretted doing so. She stopped and folded her hands in front of her torso and watched Harry's actions. He was bent forward with his curls hanging in front of his eyes as he slid his white trainers off of his long feet.

"Are you going to your office?" Mallory asked Harry as soon as his shoes were off of his feet.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "You don't have to make dinner tonight, just order in or something. Your choice," he said and kissed her lips gently. Mallory sighed once he disappeared up the stairs. She brought her fingers up to her lips and frowned lightly. There was no love in the kiss, it was almost as if he were obligated to kiss her every time he saw her.

Harry walked inside his office and shut the door and locking it. He turned the lights on and glanced around the room. He walked over to the opposite side of the room and saw a large photo of his brothers and him hanging on the wall. He picked it up off the wall and sat down on the couch and stared at it.

The photo was of him and the boys during the Up All Night tour. They were all smiling widely and had their arms around each other. Harry traced his finger over the photo and looked at each of their faces wondering what they looked like now. He could feel the tears building inside of him and he couldn't help but let them leak through.

His eyes wandered to Louis, his old best friend, and he instantly missed all the good times he had with him. He wondered if Louis had married Eleanor and they had children. He wondered if Niall had began to date anyone.

"I miss you lads," he whispered bringing the photo up and hugged it to his chest and kissed the red frame of the photo. He shut his eyes tightly and felt the warm, salty tears roll down his cheeks.

Harry missed the boys so much that he couldn't bear to do anything some days. His whole life was ripped from him in a matter of a few months and it was all his fault. Harry had wanted to call one of the boys just to hear their voices once again, but he couldn't bring himself to do it because of everything he had done.

The day the band broke up, he remembers his heart shattering in many small pieces realizing he had no one to lean on anymore. He cried himself to sleep that night wanting to hold on to the pieces of his life that seemed normal. Anne, his mother, had caught word of the break up of One Direction and she drove to London just to hold her son and comfort him in his darkest time.

He reached down and pulled the lever on the chair extending the footrest. He propped his feet up bringing his feet close to his body. He rested the photo on his lap and pulled the white sleeve of his right arm up. His eyes wandered over the details of the simple, yet so beautiful tattoo of a red rose.

Harry's tattoo is a rose that is in the process of opening and the moment he saw the design drawn by his tattoo artist, he knew that it was the most perfect tattoo. In his handwriting, on one of the open petals, was written My Flower, which is what he used to call Rose.

Harry often wondered what Rose looked like right now and what she was doing with her life. He also wondered if she was married and had a family. He often wished it was him that shared his life with her, but he knew he no longer was able to share his life with her because he made the bitter mistake of marrying Mallory.

His fingers trailed along the rose which trailed up his right forearm. His mother had reprimanded him when he got it because it was such a large tattoo, but she soon realized why he got it. In a way, this rose was a symbolic element for his life. Rose had made such a huge impact on his life which is why he wanted it to be a big rose. He also got the rose to represent her because of her name and the words scribbled on the petal, it represented how beautiful Rose was to him. No matter how she looked, she was always going to be beautiful to him.

Harry heard a key turn in the lock of his office and he turned around and saw Mallory standing in the doorway with a tray of food. She looked at her husband and her face softened. She walked over to him and sat on the arm of the recliner and wrapped her arms around him and hugged her back with his left arm.

"I know you miss them," she said into Harry's hair. She brushed her fingers through his hair and looked at him, "Maybe you should reach out to them."

"I can't," he said and wiping his tears away with his fingers, "They could never forgive me for what I did."

"You never did tell me what you did, Harry," Mallory said softly and he sighed.

"I don't want to talk about it," he whispered and kissed her cheek, "What did you get for tea?" he asked and she reached over and grabbed the tray of food and placed it on Harry's lap.

"Chinese, your favourite," she said with a smile on her face. Harry smiled at her and picked up the fork and picked out a piece of chicken and popped it in his mouth. "I love you, Harry," Mallory whispered playing with the curls that hung by his neck, "Don't you ever forget that," she said and he turned to look at her with his grey coloured eyes.

"I love you too," he said softly. He didn't believe the words he was saying. He was saying these words because he knew they were what she wanted to hear, "I know you don't like Crab Rangoon's, but for me, can you try them? They're sweet," Harry said picking up the fried piece of food.

"For you because I love you," she said and he grinned at her. He reached up and she took a bite tugging the piece of food from Harry's hands.

"So?" he asked and she shrugged, "Come on! It's good!"

"It's not bad, but I don't particularly care for it," she said putting her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed. Harry handed her a napkin and she wiped the white and red creamy mixture off her lips and finished swallowing the food. She took Harry's water and took a sip from the clear glass.

Harry looked up at Mallory and looked at her wondering why she was such a nice girl yet she didn't even notice he was in love with someone he hasn't seen for five years. He wanted to so badly hate her for not noticing, but maybe he was better at the acting game than he thought he was. He sometimes wanted to stand at the top of the house and just scream that he was in love with Rose Arthur, but he couldn't bear to see Mallory hurt.

Sure, he did love Mallory, but the love he felt for her is what he felt towards Lou or Gemma... a brother's love. He didn't know how she didn't notice, but he did after a month being married. It was awkward pretending to be in love with a woman he didn't have a romantic love for. He only had eyes for one girl and that one girl probably didn't love him anymore...

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