It's been a week that Harry and I have spent it in the cabin. Lots of sex and cooking for one another. Honestly, sometimes I feel he enjoys it more here than at his house. We're spending the day in London. Harry's got some secret meeting, that he didn't want to tell me about. So, here I am in a thrift shop looking at some clothes that I might buy. The shop was quite lonely which I liked. It also brought memories of when Jade and I will always shop at thrift shops in Portland. I was minding my own business, putting in sweaters and shirts in the basket. Maybe, I'll buy something for Harry.
"Mara?" A voiced called from behind me.
I turned to see who it was. "Zayn?"
We both run to each other and go in for a hug. "Oh Zayn, it's so goo to see you."
"As to you," he says smiling. "What are you doing here?"
"Visiting Harry's family."
He clicks his tongue. "You two are together again." He sounded a bit disappointed.
"Yeah. I'm so happy to see you." I hug him again. "Lets catch up shall we?"
We walked across the street, to the café. We took a seat by the window and ordered out drinks.
"You're hair … it's silver." I comment.
"Wanted to try something new. Where's Harry?"
"Some meeting," I waved my hand in the air.
"For the fashion show?" He says.
I arch a brow and look at Zayn in confusion. "Fashion show?" I scoff.
"He didn't tell you? It's all over the magazines."
Zayn reaches into his satchel and my heart begins to race. And it's not fluttery or excitement. It's chest clenching heart race. Zayn flips through the magazine and finds the page. He places it flat on the table and slides it across to me. I look away. My hands shaking under the table. What did he hide from me? Was he some pop star? Someone important? I grabbed the magazine and read the front cover. Harry Styles: London's Eligible Young Bachelor Back Home for the Holidays. "A bachelor?" I asked myself.
London's Harry Styles is back home for t
he holidays! He's getting ready for his
debut fashion show that's in two weeks.
But he's not alone. Sources say he's
been seen with someone who's out of
his league. We still don't know who she is.
I stopped and flipped the page.
Evelyn Matthews, Harry's ex-girlfriend continues
to wow the crowd in runways. After Harry's
decision of quitting modeling and moving to the
States to teach. Breaking up with Evelyn was also
part of the surprise. "He's still a great friend,"
Matthews told us as we talked about his
return and probably new girlfriend. "I'm happy
for him." Although we do miss them both
being together, Harry's reputation with
the ladies continues to grow.
Photos of him and that Evelyn model. Photos of him on the runway, attending fashion shows, and attending award shows. Photos of him and his countless affairs. Photos of him and her smiling, vacationing somewhere expensive, kissing, hugging, etc. I didn't realize that I was crying. The magazine laid open on the table and my tears staining the pages. How can he do this to me? Lie to me? Bringing me here and not telling me any of this. How could he? Then I felt someone hug me from the side. I looked up to Zayn, who gives me an apologetical face. I held up the magazine up to him. "He's a model?" I asked him. "Mara," Zayn says and takes away the magazine.
My hands start to shake and I'm breathing as quicken. I haven't had an anxiety attack for quite some time. I get up quickly and I feel dizzy. "I have to go," I tell Zayn. Tears are streaming down my face. When I'm outside, a sudden light flashes before me. Then a dozen. Photographers are asking me questions, demanding answers. They're touching me and pulling me. I tell them to stop, but my throat it dry. They surround me, and I have no exist. I'm whispering Zayn's name over and over—but these photographers are too loud. I sudden flash disturbs my eyes and I stumble back. My butt hitting the concrete—hitting my head hard on the sidewalk. Zayn pushing throw crowd and coming to my rescue. "Mara, hang on there." He's cursing at the photographers and takes out his phone. I can't keep my eyes open. I can't.
I wake up to the familiar sound. The machines that are keeping me alive. Rating my heart beats and the IV injecting medicine into my veins. I hear voices. I hear sniffles. Someone's hand is intertwined tightly around mine. I move it. Flick a finger, and there's a gasp. "Mara?" His voice dry and raspy. Slowly, my eyes flutter opened. First it's a blur, then shapes, and finally I see the figures. How many people are in the room? "She's waking up?" A feminine voice speaks up. I lick my mouth. "Where's Z-Zayn?" Were the first words that leave my mouth. I turn to see who's holding my hand, and it's Harry. His eyes look like he's been crying, and looks like he hasn't showered for days.
"He's in the cafeteria. I'll go get him." Gemma says as she walks out. "And we'll get the nurse." Anne and Rob walk out as well.
I sit up and a strong headache starts. With my free hand, I touch my head and it's bandaged. "What happened?"
"You fell baby girl. You fainted and had another anxiety attack."
"You lied to me," I say to him. Harry lets go of my hand and stands up. Running his hands though his hair. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shouted.
"I wanted to protect you."
"Protect me? Look what happened! I had to find out by Zayn. You lied to me about everything!"
"We're not discussing this now," Harry shouts back.
"But we are. I read all about you. A model, an eligible bachelor—Evelyn Matthews. Aren't you going to tell me about her? Or your other affairs? The whole fucking UK knows who I am. They know I'm no model. They know about us!"
"I was planning to tell you!" He shouts at me.
"When? After your debut fashion show? That's why you traveled, because of your show."
Harry stays quiet.
"Answer me!" I shout at him.
The heart monitor begins to make a loud beeping noise. I'm loosing my breath. Harry runs out the room and calls out for a nurse. Two nurses run in with the doctor—Dr. Hugo that is. Anne, Rob, Gemma, and Zayn walk in with wide eyes. Dr. Hugo asks all of them to leave including Harry. He protests, but the doctor scowls at him. The nurse injects a calming medicine into my arm. She pushes me back against the pillows and Dr. Hugo checks for my pulse.
"Miss Mara," he says sternly. "You gave everyone quite a scare. Especially Harry."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "How long have I been out?" I ask him.
He checks his phone. "About twelve hours," he casually says. As if it was normal of me to be out for more than twelve hours.
"I don't want to see him or anyone." I tell him. "May I be alone?"
"All in order Miss Mara. You'll be out tomorrow. Just a minor head injury. And of course, you'll need the rest. Good to see you again."
Dr. Hugo and the nurses leave, closing the door behind them. I shut my eyes preventing tears to fall out, but they escape. Like a waterfall cascading down my face. I take a pillow and scream into it, and the flowers besides me—I throw them at the door. Why is my life miserable? Why do I have to go through this sort of situations? I sob loudly. The door creeks open, and a head with silver hair pops in. I sighed in relief.
"Did he s-sent y-you?" I hiccuped between sobs.
Zayn's takes a seat on the bed and intertwines our hands together. Like old times. "I came on my own. Mara, I'm sorry I put you through this."
I shushed him. "No, you did the right thing. Harry wasn't going to tell me any sooner—I'm glad you're here and not him."
"You can't stay mad at him forever, baby doll."
"I can, if I must." I start to cry again. "I trusted him, Zayn. I trusted he was telling me the truth. That he wasn't hiding anything from me."
"He wanted to protect you. You saw how the photographers acted."
Zayn wiped my dry tears with his thumb. "Don't leave me," I mumbled. I made him room for him to lay beside me. My back against his chest, his lips kissing my shoulders. "How's Perrie?" I asked him. Zayn was quiet for a moment—our hands still intertwined. "I broke up with her," he whispers. "That's to bad," I said before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
The next day I woke up to someone kissing my hand. I smiled. When I opened my eyes and see Harry sitting on the bed instead of Zayn. I frowned and pulled my hand away from his. I looked around to see if he left some note. A piece of paper sticked out from under the blanket. I picked it up and read: Had to leave early for my summer classes. Come visit anytime. You've got my number, call me. Love you, xxxx. I smiled a little. Dr. Hugo and the two same nurses walked in. He says I need to take another cat scan before leaving and to check in after a month. I lost a lot of blood apparently, and I got stitches. After the scan, and signing release papers—Alfred drove me and Harry back to the cabin. It was an awful quiet ride. I didn't want to speak or see Harry.
In the cabin, I'm in the bathroom taking a bath. Bubbles filling the tub. The lights are off because the bright light bothers my eyes. Candles lit instead. The door was open, letting a small glimpse of moon light into the bathroom. The door creeks open and I turn to see Harry in sweats and a t-shirt. He walks in barefooted and takes a seat on the floor besides the tub. He dips his hand into the water and makes small ripples. His fingers brush softly on my skin, till he finds my hand. Intertwining our fingers together like a puzzle. He takes my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. The memory of him and I in his car the first time he drove me back home. I had a panic attack because I thought he was going to kidnap me. I smile at the thought.
"I'm sorry, baby girl." His voice hush in the darkness. "I'm sorry I let this happened to you."
"And I'm sorry for getting upset with you. I know you wanted me safe, but you could have at least told me."
"I know, I know. I was sixteen when I started. I was the face of Burberry and other famous brands for three years. Evelyn, I met her at a party, and we started dating. She was great, funny, and very pretty. But after a year, I felt like I was dating her for the press. When I decided to quick, I went to Cambridge for three and a half years. Got my BA and Masters all together and flew away to Portland. I was tired of everything. My career, Evelyn, and the press. I wanted to start again—start a new normal life. No one knew where I was going. But at the same time I missed being part of the fashion industry. I didn't want to be a model though—more like fashion designer. I began designing my own line. I kept it from you because I wanted you out of the papers."
He kisses my hand. "So, now what?" I ask him.
"I keep you away from cameras. I don't want to hurt you again. That's all I do. When we're together, I end up hurting you."
"It's true!" He shouts standing up. Running his fingers through his hair and pacing the floor. "I've sent you about three times to the hospital. Thirds a charm because you've got stitches."
I get out the tub and put on my bathrobe. I stop Harry from his pace and hold him. "Babe, my Harry. Look at me." My hands hold his face and lift it up to look at me. His eyes are gray and dark. I wipe my thumb against his cheeks. I smile softly at him. The candlelight flicked in his eyes. "Harry, Harry, Harry," I whispered his name out. "You have been one of the greatest person that has ever walked into my life. And I am grateful to have met you. To tell you the truth," I say. Harry looks up wondering what I was going to say it. "Those times at the hospital it only brought me closer to you." Harry lets out a laugh. Bringing our heads together, and our lips brushing. He inhales and exhales. His hands wrapping around my waist. So tight, he was scared I'd turn into dust. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and inhales the scent of lavender. "Oh my Mara," he whispered against my skin. "I promise I won't hurt you again. I promise you."
Here ya' go, three chapters!
I hope you enjoy them.
Please comment, like, and favorite.