Luck & Love {A Harry Syles Fan Fiction}

Courtney is dragged to a concert by her younger sister and by fate meets Harry. She doesn't know him and doesn't listen to his music but he enjoys her company and witty remarks. When she goes to visit her mum in London, he can't help but want to go home every chance he gets. Harry charms her in every way but she can't help thinking of her old flame, Elijah, and the broken heart that came along with it.


12. Flashbacks & Nightmares

“Babe? Babe, are you alright?”

I looked up at Elijah. He was wearing his, now, signature frown and was looking down at me. The basketball had hit me quite hard in the head, but as I looked around no one paid us any attention, not even the gym teacher.

I took Elijah’s offered hand said a quick thanks. He didn’t reply, just gave me a quick look before walking back into the game, passing the ball to someone else on his team and watching the ball swish into the net.

My head hurt for the rest of the day but I didn’t say anything to Elijah. I knew he would just look at me with that frown and shrug off my pain. It was how it had been the past couple weeks.

It was like something inside of him had shifted. Whenever I asked him about it he seemed indifferent about it but I knew something was off about us.

I was afraid of what might happen to us and where it would lead. I received my answer that day after school.

Elijah drove me home in silence, as per usual. We didn’t talk, just listened to the slight noise of the radio in the background. When Elijah did speak, it was almost like he was yelling. The silence had been deafening.

“Court, we need to talk.”

I flinched at his tone. “Talk about what, babe?”

He took a deep breath. “I think it’s time we both took a step back and re-evaluated what we want from this.”

“What do you mean?” Elijah pulled the car to a stop in front of my loft.

“This isn’t going to work.”

“How can it when your not even trying?” I complained. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes.

“God, Courtney, stop dragging this out. Can’t you see this isn’t working?”

“Why did you stop trying?”

Elijah’s face was a stone mask “I just lost-“


“No. I lost sight of what matters. I need to focus on school and my family, not have a distraction that’s there when I need it.”

“That’s all I am? A distraction? What happened to your feelings towards me?” I tried to take his hand but he pulled it away.

“There were no feelings.”

“Bullshit! There were no feelings!?” My voice was gradually getting louder; tears were streaming down my face. “What about all the ‘I love you’s? All the dates, the cuddling, the gifts, our moments together? What about those Elijah?”

“Mistakes. They were mistakes Courtney.”

“God, Elijah, I gave you two years! What about all the talks about our future?”

“That’s all they were: talks.”

I lost it. “How can you do this now? After everything?”

“I got tired of us, Courtney. Is that what you want me to say? That I’m tired of being with you? That there are absolutely no feelings between us anymore? Because that’s all true. There’s nothing left for us. If I told you otherwise I would be lying. I tried to do this gently but fuck, Courtney, I’m done with this and I’m done with you. So get the hell out of my car.”

“I want my stuff back,” I said.

“Get out, Courtney.”

“I want my fucking stuff back!” I screamed.



I woke with a start, Kam standing over me looking furious. Her hands were on both her hips and there was a glint in her eye. The slim light from my lamp was shining over her, but I could tell it was dark out and late.

“Was it bad?” I asked.

Kam softened, sitting on the side of my bed with a sigh. “You were screaming things. His name, something about bullshit and that you wanted your ‘fucking stuff back’.”

“I was reliving our breakup.”

“Why do you put yourself through this Court?”

I sighed. “I don’t mean to do it. I just-“

“Your nervous about tomorrow with Harry?”

“I guess so.”

Kameron patted my knee before standing. “Well you better get some more sleep if you don’t want to look like an owl tomorrow.”

I fell back against my pillows. “Thank you so much Kameron for your words of wisdom.”


I walked into the school, my head down. I didn’t feel like looking at anyone’s face. I knew the word was going around about Elijah and I, but I didn’t want anyone’s pity. I wanted to look strong and show him that I could survive without him.

But fuck was this hard.

I spotted the corner where my locker was, the one I shared with my best friend Amy, and let out a sigh. I was almost there and then I could just go to class, never worrying about him again.

After last night I phoned Amy to tell her about what had happened and she came with ice cream and frosting. She held me as I cried and said soothing words. She was the greatest friend and knew exactly what to say.

As I looked up to my locker I almost vomited on the floor.

Standing up against the locker was Elijah, with Amy’s arms around his head and her lips locked to his.

Scratch that; she used to be the greatest. 

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