Stay - HS

Alexia Roberts was just a normal British girl. 22 years old, working at a Starbucks in London. She had a perfectly boring future planned out before Harry Styles showed up and made it flawed, but also fun. When the end finally comes, it all depends on Alexia. Will she choose to stay or go?

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13. Chapter 13

Alexia's POV

A day later

Waking up with Harry Styles' legs and arms around you might be a dream. Luckily for me, it was real. Now, if only he wasn't posing like he was a vampire waiting to suck my blood. His mouth was wide open, his teeth millimetres away from my neck. I eased myself out of his grip and checked my phone. The time was about 7 am. Harry's mouth still hung wide open, so I did him a favour and closed it.

We were in Toronto, Canada. I had a best friend named Hazel in Richmond Hill, and we had arranged to meet each other at a Starbucks. I took a shower, got dressed in a strapless white shirt and jeans, and left a note for Harry saying:

Good morning sweetheart! I'm going out to meet with my friend. Can't wait to see you! Love you, Alexia.

I don't know why I added the 'sweetheart' part... oh well. It was my turn to leave Harry alone in a hotel room. I felt bad, but Harry wasn't preforming until tomorrow so he was free to do whatever he wanted today. Plus, I think Harry needed to spend more time with everyone else.

I grabbed my purse, slung the long strap over my shoulder, and left. I decided I should leave him some coffee, so I went to the nearest Tim Hortons, got him an iced capp, and went back. I placed it on the table beside on the note, to which I added:

Btw, I went out, bought this, and came back just for you. You should be honoured. 

I left once again, feeling giddy about meeting Hazel. I once traveled to Canada and got stuck here for a month. Laura helped me settle in this country and made it feel like home. She was my only friend here, and soon became my best friend. I almost thought about not leaving Canada, but I had my family and at that time, my boyfriend. We still sometimes texted, but not often. 

In Starbucks

I immediately spotted Hazel. She was just like the last time I saw her - 2 years ago. Well, her face was. She dyed the bottom of her dark brown hair light brown, she was more slim (not that she was fat before), and her fashion sense had change tremendously (before - baggy sweaters, now - crop tops). But her smile was the same. Her dimples stayed where they were, and her sparkling blue eyes never spotted sparkling.

She hugged me. "Alexia! I have missed you SO much!"

"I missed you too!"

"I especially missed your British accent. It's just wonderful!"

I laughed. "Thanks. I love your Canadian accent too."

"There's such a thing as that?"

"I don't know. Is there?"

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Order a drink. I already have mine."

"Of course, my lord." I bowed, then went to the cashier. Looking at the menu, I noticed that they didn't have a lot of stuff that Starbucks in Britain had. 

I ordered a passion tea lemonade. While I was waiting for my drink, I got a call. 

"Hello?" I picked up without checking caller ID. 

"Alexia." Harry sounded like a baby.

"What's up?"

"You left me."

"I'm with my friend."

"I'm lonely," Harry whined.

"You have Mitch and them lot."

"But they're not you," he whined again.

If Harry continued this, there was a strong chance I would actually abandon Hazel and hurry back to him. I'm such a bad friend.

"But they're your friends," I said.

"Come back soon, okay? Or I'll be very worried."

"I'd never leave you for too long."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I slid my phone back in my pocket.

The girl handed me my drink. 

"Thank you," I said as I walked back to Rachel. 

Hazel and I chatted about life, how things were these past 2 years, and I told her I was dating Harry. Apparently she was dating a guy named Brandon. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was 9 o'clock (in the night). I don't even understand how two people could talk for more than 4 hours at once, let alone more than 9 hours.

I stood up, aware of the people filming me. "I have to go, Rachel. Bye!" 

"Okay, call me when you get back to London though. You HAVE to tell me all about life there."

Just wait a year or so, I almost said. Then I left.

Back at the hotel

Harry was on the bed, waiting for me. "You were gone too long."

"Whoops." I shrugged and plopped down beside him.

"Now you must face the consequences." 

Harry's hands began to tickle me. I yelped. I was EXTREMELY ticklish, so this was bad for me.

"Say sorry." Harry tried to get close to me but I almost kicked him so he stayed back.

"N-never!" I stubbornly said.

Harry's fingers made their way up and down my stomach. Sometimes his hand would fly up to my neck, tickle me for a few seconds there, then go back to my stomach.

"Stop!" I screamed.

"Say sorry," Harry demanded. 

"Fine! S-sorry!"

"Say you'll never be away for that long again."

"I-I promise I-I'll n-never be a-a-away for that long a-again!" But I was crossing my fingers, because I wasn't sure if I could keep that promise.

Harry stopped. His large hands still rested on my stomach, except that they now lay flat.

"We should go to sleep." I told him as I went to the bathroom to change into my pyjamas.

By the time I got out, he was already changed. In only wearing boxers.

"Don't you ever put a shirt on?" I rolled my eyes.

"Why? Then you won't be able to see this glory." He gestured to his body.

"Goodnight, Harry." I turned off the lights, too exhausted to talk. Who knew that talking to someone could wear you out so much that you'd feel tired of talking? Did that make sense? I don't know. Climbing onto the bed, Harry's arm slid around my hip. 

I found myself falling asleep faster then I thought I would have.

***

I was awoken by a thud. I opened my eyes, only to realize that I've been blindfolded with a shirt. A person picked me up and threw me over their shoulder. After a moment of paralysis, my self defence classes (my mom is over-protective and insisted that I take those classes in case someone kidnaps me or something) kicked in. By the feel of their strangely familiar hands and body, I could tell it was a male. I didn't dwell on if I knew this person or not though. The man was stupid enough to not tie my limbs, so I kicked him in the stomach. He let go of me, groaning. That voice was so familiar but I didn't have the time to find out who it was. I ripped off my blindfold and kneed him with all my might in the crotch. He doubled over, moaning with pain.

"Ow!" Harry's voice filled the silent room. 

"Harry?" I peered closely at the man and realized that it in fact was Harry. How could I not recognize my own boyfriend's voice?

He groaned again in response. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Sorry!" I apologized. "You really shouldn't have done that."

"Lesson learned." His voice was raspy, making it sound sexier than usual. 

"Do you need an ice pack?"

"No, no. I'm fine." Harry stood up and winced. 

"Why did you try and kidnap me anyways?"

"I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Do you still want to take me there?"

Harry nodded, took my hand, and led me on the hotel roof. He seemed to be healed of his pain already. 

My gaze swept through the sky, taking in the view of the stars. "Beautiful." I took a deep breath.

"Not as beautiful as you."

"So unoriginal." 

We sat down on the edge. Harry's arm went around my waist, tugging me closer to him.

 I was surprised that there were stars by now, stars usually only appear in summer. My eyes stopped at one star that stood out to me. Well, two. They were close by each other, almost touching. "I'm going to name those two Harry and Alexia." I told Harry.

"Which one's Alexia?"

"The one on the right. Because I'm always right."

Harry chuckled. "Not gonna argue."

"Sing one of your songs." 

"Which one?"

"Doesn't matter. They're all good." 

"Aw, thanks." Harry pinched my cheeks.

His fabulous voice flowed through the air, Ever Since New York rang in my ears.

Tell me something, tell me something

You don't know nothing, just pretend you do

I need something, tell me something new

Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote

For this curse 

Oh, what's it waiting for?

Must this hurt you just before you go?

My favourite part of the song was: 

I've been praying, I never did before

Understand I'm talking to the walls

I've been praying ever since New York

When he sang it, I joined in without realizing I had. I only realized when the song finished and Harry was intensely looking at me.

"Your voice is beautiful," he stated.

"Thank you." I ducked my head down, hiding the blush that crept onto my cheeks.

Harry lifted it back up with his hand, and slowly kissed me. 

I wrapped my arms around him. The chilly winds finally got to me, raising goosebumps on my skin. I shivered. I had gone up here with nothing but a t-shirt and shorts (my usual pjs. Now I highly regret it.

"Cold?" Harry asked.

"A little." I scooted even more closer to him.

Harry took off his hoodie and brought it over my shoulders, which I was thankful for. He assured me that he wasn't cold. 

A plane flew over us. I watched it until it was out of sight, silently wishing the passengers a safe flight. It was a thing I did ever since I was little. I heard about plane crashes, so every time I see a plane, I would wish everyone aboard a safe and nice flight.

Harry and I stayed up all night, gazing at the stars, talking, laughing, and just simply having a good time. It was like nothing else existed in this world when I heard Harry's laugh, echoing down in the streets below. A shooting star passed by. 

"Make a wish!" I urged as I made my own.

"Done." 

"What did you wish for?" 

"I can't tell you that, silly. That would ruin it!" Harry jokingly pushed me slightly away, only to pull me back against his side again.

I wished that we could do this more often. That we could just stay up in the dark, be able to laugh as loud as we wished without worrying about anyone shouting at us or someone finding us and dragging us back to wherever. 

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