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

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10. Chapter 9

That night, Harry decided to venture off by himself while Rose slept in their bed. He decided to go pay Zayn a visit by himself to just talk with him. He knew that the whole reason they had even came to Bradford was to support Zayn and aid him in getting better. 

 Getting into his car, Harry buckled his seatbelt, turned the car on, and backed out of the driveway. He rested his elbow against the window and drove along the busy Bradford roads. He thought about life in general and how he had taken it for granted for much of his life. He worried about his own life because of everything that has been happening because of his decisions. Sure, he loved Rose so much, but he knew in the back of his mind that being with her in this way was not right in the least bit.

 Harry pulled into the hospital parking lot and parked his car in one of the yellow painted stalls. He sat in his seat leaving the car run letting the warm air engulf his body. He saw his mobile sitting on the tray by his calves. He reached down and grabbed it dialling a familiar number and holding it up to his ear.

 “Hey babe,” the voice said into his ear making him feel even more guilty.

 “Hello, love, how was your day?” Harry asked Mallory as he leaned against the back of the seat in the car.

 “It was okay, I cleaned the house. I also went and did a bit of shopping. I got you a new shirt, it will look very handsome on you,” Mallory said and Harry smiled lightly, “When are you coming home? I miss you.”

 “Soon,” he whispered, “I’ll be home as soon as I can. It’s important I be here right now, the boys need me.”

 “I know, and I understand that, but what about me? Why couldn’t I have come with you? I’m your wife,” Mallory said with a hurt voice into the phone. Harry could see her pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes shut tightly as she refrained from letting tears escape her eyes.

 “I know, I did this because they wanted me there and I needed to be here without distractions,” he lied his mind going to Rose’s beautiful eyes, “If you were here, I would spend a vast majority of my time worrying about you and making sure you were alright.”

 “Harry, that wouldn’t happen,” Mallory whispered, “If anything, I would make sure it was you who is alright. Are you okay?” she asked with worry evident in her voice.

 “Yes, I’m fine,” He responded rather quickly.

 “Harry,” she warned into the phone, “I’m worried about you lately. You’ve been so distant from everything lately. You’re off in your own world and frankly, it’s frightening me. I’m supposed to know what is going on inside your head. You’re supposed to want to tell me things,” Mallory all but yelled into the phone. 

 Harry knew she was right and he couldn’t help but want to be home and tell her that he will tell her things, when the time is right. He wanted to also let her know that he wasn’t in love with her; he was in love with Rose Arthur. Harry knew he would never be forgiven if he told her those things. He knew she would be heartbroken and everyone would hate him.

 “I’ll be home as soon as I can, love,” Harry said into the phone, “I just need to be here right now. I’ll try and be home in a few days,” he said and heard Mallory’s frustrated sigh.

 “I want you here, though. Do you know how lonely it is without you here in the house?” she asked and Harry sighed knowing what she meant. He remembers when she was out of town for work and he was left alone. He had to have music playing to keep his thoughts occupied and not go crazy. He liked the company he received from her, even if it was a friendly company for him.

 “I love you, Mal,” Harry said and she let out a soft sigh.

 “I love you too, Harry,” she said into the phone, “Just come home soon, babe. Be careful.”

 “I will, I’ll call you in the morning,” he said and she bid him one final goodbye before hanging up the phone.

 Harry sat in the car in silence before slipping the phone into his pocket and unbuckling his seatbelt. He opened the door and climbed out of the car and locked it. He walked into the entrance of the hospital only to be greeted by nurses running frantically all wearing yellow scrubs covering their standard blue. Harry figured some sort of trauma had happened causing the frenzy. Harry walked over to the lifts and pressed the up button hoping to avoid the chaos. 

 Harry got onto the lift and pressed Zayn’s floor number. He waited with his hands folded in front of him and rocked on his heels as he watched the floor numbers pass by on the digital screen at the top of the lift. The doors opened and Harry was greeted by a less chaotic place. 

 Harry walked out and towards Zayn’s room. He knocked on the wooden door and stepped inside to find Zayn by himself on his laptop. Zayn had his laptop sitting on the oddly shaped hospital table which rolled to sit across his lap. Zayn looked up and smiled when he saw Harry standing in the doorway.

 “Hey Harry,” Zayn said gently closing the silver laptop and pushing the table away gently.

 “Hey mate,” Harry said closing the door behind him. He walked over and took a seat on one of the pink coloured chairs, “How are you feeling?” he asked sliding his arms out of his black jacket.

 “Like hell, mate,” Zayn said with a sigh and then attempted to adjust the pillows behind him. Harry saw him struggling so he got up to help Zayn, “Thanks. I had a set of chemo this morning and I woke up about an hour ago. I didn’t fall asleep until noon. I was sick all morning. I can’t wait until I get better,” he said with a soft smile on his face, “I can see it’s hard on Perrie and Eliza, but I don’t know what else to do about it. I’m here to get better for my family.”

 “I respect that, mate, it’s something that is by far a miracle that you are getting better to be with your family,” he said and Zayn stared at him with surprise, “What?”

 “When I say family, I do mean you as well, mate,” Zayn said and Harry’s cheeks blushed, “You’re my brother, I do need my brother. How was Lou’s house?” he asked with a grin on his face.

 “You all knew he had a newborn in his house and never bothered to mention it?” Harry asked throwing his hands up in the air and leaning back against the chair, “I can’t believe it. I felt so bad, though, Zayn. He slept on the couch so he didn’t wake me or Rose.”

 “Yes we knew. It was Niall’s idea not to tell you and her,” Zayn said with a chuckle, “What are you doing, mate? Your life seems far more messed up than mine and I’m the one in the hospital?”

 “I don’t even know, to be honest,” Harry said looking into Zayn’s hazel eyes, “I know that I love Rose with all my heart, but yet I can’t bring myself to leave Mallory because of our vows and what I promised to her.”

 “What exactly did you promise to her?” Zayn asked and Harry stared at him with a look that asked Zayn if he was stupid.

 “To love her for all of eternity? In the vows, mate,” Harry said and Zayn rolled his eyes, “I can’t bear to break her heart. Mallory, I love her, but it’s not the same love I share for Rose. The love I share for her is only friendly, brotherly sisterly love, not romantic. With Rose, it’s full of fire and we have so many memories. I just can’t break either of their hearts. I love them too much to lose them,” Harry said and Zayn let out a soft sigh.

 “I know you’ve probably been told this a thousand times by now, but just follow your heart. What is your heart telling you?” Zayn asked and Harry sighed.

 “That’s the thing, I’m not sure,” Harry said and Zayn nodded. 

 Harry sat there for a few moments sitting in Zayn’s presence. Zayn began to make a gagging noise and Harry jumped up grabbing the pan from Zayn’s feet and held it under his chin. The acid contents of Zayn’s stomach came out of his mouth and into the dish. Harry rubbed Zayn’s back gently rubbing circles into it. 

 “Just let it out, mate, let it all out,” Harry said softly as he sat down on the bed holding the pan. He handed Zayn a blue towel so he could wipe off his mouth. Zayn didn’t take the towel, instead his body began to shake with soft cries. 

 Harry stood up and placed the filled pan on the table and immediately engulfed Zayn in a hug. Zayn’s body shook with sobs as Harry held him close to his body. Harry knew Zayn was never one to let his guard down, but this was one of those few times where he has seen Zayn break down. Harry knew Zayn must be in pain from being sick and he must feel so alone all the time.

 “I feel so lost, Harry,” Zayn said through sobs, “No one understands.”

 “None of us can understand what you’re going through, mate, we’ll get through it,” Harry said rubbing Zayn’s back, “We’ll always be here. I may not have been here before, but I’m here now. Whatever you need, I’m here Zayn,” Harry said and he felt Zayn nod into his shirt.

 “Thanks Harry,” Zayn murmured and sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

 Harry sat in silence and watched as Zayn leaned against his pillows and took in deep breaths with his eyes closed. Harry didn’t know what to do about this whole situation. Harry had his biting down on the inside of the cheek to refrain from tears coming to his own eyes. Seeing Zayn this upset made Harry upset. It made him sick to his stomach knowing Zayn was in this much pain and there was nothing he could do about it.

 “Do you want me-”

 “No,” Zayn said almost instantly sitting up slightly and opened his eyes to look at Harry, “Please, just stay. Stay until Perrie or one of the other lads get’s here. I don’t want to be alone,” he said and Harry noticed his quivering lip. 

 Harry walked over to the pink chair by Zayn’s bed and slid it up next to the bed and turned it so he could talk with Zayn at the same time. He looked over Zayn, who was already a rather skinny person the last time he had seen him years ago, and noticed that he looked so sick. His eyes had dark purple bags underneath his eyes and his eyes themselves held a tired look. His skin seemed to stick tight to his bones having very little meat to his body. Harry felt so bad for his brother and knew that if it were him, he would trade places in an instant.

 Rose awoke later that evening in an empty bed not finding any trace of Harry near her. She glanced around and found a small note sitting on top of her phone and picked it up. Curious, Rose rolled over on the bed and grabbed the note off of her phone and looked at it.

 My Flower,
I wanted to let you have some sleep. I wanted to go and visit Zayn so that is where I am. Don’t worry about me, I will be back later tonight, so don’t bother staying up. I will be back soon.
I love you,
Harry .xx

 Rose smiled at Harry’s words and rolled out of the bed sitting up and stretching her arms attempting to crack her back. She stood up and threw on a pink robe that was strewn across her luggage. She tied it around her waist and decided to go downstairs to see if anyone was down there.

 Rose peered around the house and saw Louis and Eleanor sitting at the kitchen table with tea cups and were talking quietly. Rose took a soft step, but cringed when the floor creaked beneath her feet. Eleanor turned around to see who was downstairs. She smiled upon seeing Rose standing there.

 “Sorry, I was just down here to see if you were still awake or Harry was back,” Rose said and Eleanor got up and walked over to the stove.

 “Harry’s out?” Louis asked pushing the chair next to him out for Rose to sit on.

 “He’s with Zayn,” Rose answered softly. Eleanor walked back over placing a steaming cup of tea in front Rose. Rose took the spoon and played with the tea bag stirring the warm tea.

 Rose felt a hand be placed on top of her wrist. She glanced down and saw Louis had placed his hand there. She glanced up at him and saw that he had a look on his face that he knew something was going on. Rose looked down and felt a few tears spring to her eyes.

 “Rose,” Eleanor said placing a hand on her shoulder, “Love, talk to us.”

 “I don’t know,” Rose said leaning back on the chair, “I love him so much, I can’t even… I can’t even call him mine.”

 There were no words exchanged after that. Louis and Eleanor had no idea what to say to Rose. There was nothing they could do to make things better because they themselves had never been in that situation. They heard the back door open and they all turned around and saw Harry walking back through the door. Rose got up and walked over to Harry wrapping him in a hug greeting him.

 “Why are you crying?” Harry asked almost immediately, “Did something happen?” he asked meeting Louis and Eleanor’s eyes. They shook their heads and he let out a sigh of relief and looked at Rose and wiped away the tears in her eyes.

 “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” Rose lied and looked at Harry with a soft smile, “What happened?” Rose asked looking at Harry, “Did something happen with Zayn?”

 “Zayn, he was incredibly sick today,” Harry said with a sigh, “He had another round of his medicine and he was so sick. He threw up and was crying. I had to stay until Niall got there. It broke my heart to see him that way,” Harry said with his voice breaking.

 Rose held him tight to her body and rested her head against his chest. He immediately rubbed her back gently and rested his cheek against the top of her head. He held her tight never wanting to let her go. He knew he would have to face the true reality of his life one day, but for now, he was going to hold onto her and love her. 


 

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