My Happy Ending

Alyssa Dane had everything she could ever wish for--a successful job and a supportive boyfriend. But things take a turn for the worse when dark secrets are revealed and Alyssa loses everything. From childhood to adulthood, she learned to follow her dreams and never give up.

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Louis' POV

One Year Ago...

Alyssa was now working for a different company, Niall's. I can't say I like the guy. I don't. I'm always thinking he has different intentions. Alyssa knew him all to well and that bothered me. 

She would always come home with a smile on her face. She would wear her hair differently, act differently, and her makeup would be different as well. She probably thought I didn't notice. I did. I always notice.

Yet at night I keep thinking that maybe it's not Alyssa that's changed. It's me. Before meeting her, I was a different person. I remember wanting her only for my physical need, but then I started to fall for her.

Everything about her made me want her more, made me want her in a way that I haven't wanted anyone else in such a long time. I didn't know what to do or how to approach a situation like this.

There was only one person I can go to for him. Eleanor Calder.

Now...

I watched Alyssa back out out of the driveway and head on down the street. I thought about what Jade had told her. I couldn't exactly deny it. A part of me was still in love with Eleanor.

I had known Eleanor a few years before meeting Jade in college. It was during our high school days. I remember how beautiful she was. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She had this gorgeous smile.

Honestly, I couldn't have wanted a girl more. Of course, I was a teenager then and was going through the motions of how to approach the first time of being in love with a girl. I had always thought Eleanor was the one.

When we went off to different colleges, I thought there was no hope. I met Jade during my freshman year of college. We dated until breaking up after graduation. Sophia and Zayn were also friends of Jade. Sophia was the one who had heard about me cheating on Jade with Eleanor.

Secretly, Eleanor and I have been seeing each other throughout my relationship with Jade. I haven't stop seeing her since then. Matters only became worse when about a year ago, I thought I was going to lose Alyssa.

I kept her around long enough, only for her to hear from Jade herself that I still had a love for Eleanor. A part of me couldn't fully open up to Alyssa. Guess it was just the way she looked at me with those brown eyes.

I couldn't bring myself to hurt her. Either way, she would leave. I took out my phone and called Eleanor. About fifteen minutes later, she arrived. "Finally made your decision?"

Now Eleanor had been having trouble with her relationship that ended long before I started mine with Alyssa. I reached up and touched her cheek. I caressed it softly, but I couldn't bring myself to answer her. I was lost.

"I'm asking you to stay here for a few days, juts in case Alyssa comes back." I said.

"Does she know about us?"

"She saw Jade earlier when I went to a friend's birthday party. Jade told her, sort of."

"You have to tell Alyssa how you feel about me." That was the problem. I was hanging on to a past love that I was letting it stop me from moving on to be with a future love. I nodded and told her that in time I'll explain everything to her. Right now, I needed a distraction.

Alyssa's POV

Guess I've always wanted to know what it would be like to live in New York. I changed my phone number. I had to throw my old life away. Los Angeles is not my home anymore.

One day, I'll save up enough money travel and see the world. Maybe I'll start with Europe. It was always my dream to go to France, Italy, Spain, etc. I wanted to go everywhere with no limits. Of course, there has to be some limitations.

I stopped calling my parents, friends and especially Louis. I'm sure he's happy with Eleanor. Honestly, I don't know how long I'm going to live here. I didn't want to live a life of luxury.

I found a place in Brooklyn. I've decided to work as a journalist for the New York Times. I might as well put my major to good use. I would spend countless hours of the night typing away on my computer.

On the side, I would write in my journal abut my daily life here in New York. I was living the fun carefree life. What could go wrong? Well, everything did go wrong.

I changed my phone number after spending countless of phone calls with my friends and Louis. I was getting all different kinds of emotions: anger, jealous, sadness, and confusion. No one was happy for me.

I wasn't happy either for a time. I was angry and upset that Louis could still be in love with Eleanor. It's funny how he never mentioned her name to me, not once in our relationship.

I remember having a conversation with my parents before I decided to stop contacting them. They were constantly telling me 'I told you so, I told you so...'. It was annoying. Yes, my parents were right about Louis.

Though, they only knew what I told them. My conversation with Louis didn't end so hot either. As it turns out, I was furious that he never told me about Eleanor. I told him that I never wanted to see his face or hear from him ever again.

Before he could say an apology, I hung up on him. For the six months that I've been living here, I have a lot of dead ends with jobs. I worked at a restaurant, a retail store, and even another business company.

Somehow, I didn't stay too long. I had decided to go the journalist route. It's been great working for the New York Times. The editor really appreciates all of the hard work that I've been spending.

I take pride in my work. My place in Brooklyn isn't too shabby either. Thankfully, I earn enough money to pay rent and buy me food for the week. I have an extra guest bedroom that I use as an office space.

If I ever get a roommate, I might as well have to move all of my stuff into the living room. I'm not going to complain about the view. It's no California sunset, but it'll do. I'm definitely enjoying the normal life.

It's different when I'm not some rich guy's girlfriend. At this point, I don't know where Louis and I stand. Would I still consider him my boyfriend? We haven't exactly broken up, in my mind. If I'm not seen with him, I guess we are.

I decided to head out to Central Park. It's the one place where I do most of my writing. It's one of the places where I'm allowed to think clearly without any noise whatsoever. It's ironic considering the fact that I live in New York.

When I arrive, I sit down on the bench and opened my journal to write. As I begin, I heard someone calling out my name. It sounded far away. I continued to focus on what I was about to write on.

I heard my name being called again. This time I looked up and saw that it was Harry. It was a surprise to me that he was here. I stuffed my journal into my bag to greet him. I stood up and hugged Harry. "Where are you doing here?" I asked him.

He pulled away and smiled, "I was going to ask you the same thing. I'm visiting some relatives for the holidays. You?"

"I... I live here. Well, in Brooklyn."

“I was wondering why you’ve been avoiding my phone calls. I was trying to get a hold of you these last few weeks. I wanted to ask if you’d join me on a trip to New York. Guess I didn’t have to.” It was good to see a familiar face. I asked if he would like to grab a bite to eat. He agreed.

We walked to a local restaurant to eat lunch. We caught up on what the two of us have been up to. He told me how work’s been since I left. “It’s not the same without you Aly. We need you back home.”

“I wish I could go back. I just feel like right now isn’t a good time. I’m actually liking my job here. I’m finally putting my journalism major to good use. I’ve been writing all these different articles and interviewing people. I don’t have any reason to go back to LA.”

“You have me.” In some way, Harry was right. I did have him. After six months of not communicating with one another, it’s good to know that it seemed as if Harry and I haven’t lost contact. I nodded. We finished our meals and headed back to my place.

I showed him around the apartment. “Is this an upgrade or a downgrade from your apartment in LA?” asked he. Harry was making himself comfortable on the couch. I rolled my eyes and joined him. I told him that it was about the same, but the view was different.

I asked him if he was currently seeing anyone. He said that he’s finally decided to give up. His family has been asking him about wedding plans. His answer has always been the same. He needs to find a girl first before those plans start. He asked me about my wedding plans. “Clearly I’m not getting married any time soon. I’m just taking a break for a while.” I told him.

“What are you going to do with all that time?” Harry looked at me with those green eyes. I could feel my heart beating against my chest. Just like it had been doing six months ago on his birthday. I leaned in and kissed his lips.

He kissed me back before pulling away and asked if what we were doing was alright. “Who cares.” I smiled. He smiled and kissed me again. This time the kiss was much more passionate. I started unbuttoning his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt.

He proceeded to take off my shirt and unbutton my pants. He pulled them down. I climbed on top of him as he sat on the couch. He wanted this as much as I did. I’m sure he had been waiting for this for so long. He said he had a condom in his pocket. I got off of him and reached out to take it out of his pocket. I sat on top of him again. I tore open the plastic wrapping and put the condom on for him.

I slid him inside of me. I gasped slightly. He chuckled, “Has it been that long?”

“Shut up.” The pain went away when I started to ride him. I kept my hands on his shoulders to keep me stable. His hands were on my hips. He moved with me. I closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure. I arched my back because I was enjoying the sensation so much.

Harry wrapped his arms around me. He held me and stood up. He carried me down the hallway to my bedroom and shut the door behind us. He sat down on the bed and laid back. The feeling of our hips grinding against each other felt so good. When we finished, we cuddled together on the bed. “I wish you could come back with me to LA.” said he.

“Me too Harry.”

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