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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24. Chapter 24

Normal = Alexia's POV (unless otherwise stated)

Bold = Harry's POV

Italics = Meghan's POV

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My finger felt cold without Harry's ring on it.

My finger burned with guilt and regret. The ring was useless without Alexia wearing it as well. I'm reminded of my promise to her every time I'm reminded of the rings. I should probably take it off. But I don't. 

I want a cure for whatever this is. It's not pain. It's not anger. It's definitely not happiness. Perhaps emptiness? Even if he caused this, Harry's the only antidote.

Save me, Alexia. Save me from this never-ending hole of blackness. I fall deeper in every time I think of you, which is all the time. Yet only you can pull me up.

I thought about going to Harry's house again. Maybe we can fix it this time. 

I waited for her to come here again. I wanted to go to her, but I was too scared of rejection.

The wind softly brushed against my cheeks as my hand hesitated in a knocking position. I couldn't do it. I turned around and went back.

My thoughts lulled me into a light slumber.

I sat on the swings in the park. I was alone. No Meghan, no Brandon, no Louis, no Liam, no Niall, no Harry.

I hadn't realized just how much I missed her until I woke up thinking Alexia was beside me. All I got was a handful of my bedsheets.

I waited for him to call. I waited, and waited, and waited. This has turned into the waiting game. Not knowing what was going to happen, so all we could do is wait and see how it turns out. Wait and see who makes the first move.

Nothing was right anymore. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. She should be with me right now. She should be combing her fingers through my hair. She should be laughing with me. But she wasn't. She was no where to be seen in this lonely mansion. I couldn't help but blame her sister.

A kid came up to me and said, "You're very pretty. Why are you here alone? Don't you have a boyfriend?" Her mother rushed her away, mumbling an apology to me. The only answer I could think of was 'I don't know'.

My thumbs itched to dial her number; a number I knew all too well.

I trudged back home. No. Not home. Home was Harry. I trudged back to my apartment.

I needed to tell her why I broke up with her. Then it would only be fair for her to decide if she wants to keep me or not. I wanted to do it in person. Not over text or call.

The reason was still unclear. What did I do wrong? I reached down to fiddle with the ring, just to realize that it was no longer there.

To keep myself sane, I told myself that she misses me just as much as I do her. 

I want ice cream.

I can't stay like this forever. I need company. I'll go hang out with my friends. Yeah, that'll help.

I looked on Twitter. Apparently Harry's in Shanghai. He sure looks like he's having fun. I wish I could move on just as fast as he did.

Fake smiles, fake laughs. I'm way too good at those.

I miss Canada. Where everything was okay.

Jeff had to go all too soon.

"Mark, please stay with me. Tell me this is a dream." I sobbed.

"Honey," my mother touched my shoulder. "Your brother is dead."

My mum hugged me, my dad soon joining in. As we stood in the hospital room, with tears sliding down our cheeks, I finally understood what dead meant. Mark was never coming back. He was gone. Forever.

Third Person POV

Harry, Alexia, and Meghan. Mourning, whether it was about a death or end of a relationship. All separated, all confused, all alone. And all they could think was, 'Everything is wrong.'

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A/N: Sorry this was a short chapter. I might make it up to you on the next chapter. Like, a 0.01% chance. Anyways, thanks for reading! 

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