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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25. Chapter 25

Harry's POV

Maybe I should move on. The thing is, I can't. Even at the fashion show, I had no interest in any of those women. Though it was a bit embarrassing to be surrounded by people who were almost all naked. Nobody compares to Alexia. God, I've tried talking to everyone I saw. Talking to them just didn't feel the same as talking to Alexia. They were nice and all, but they weren't her. Hanging out with my friends was just a temporary distraction. 

What is actually wrong with me? Why couldn't I have been smarter? Now I could lose her forever.

I heard someone calling my name. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Alexia. I pretended everything was okay, like it used to be. I imagined us holding hands, walking on the beach and watching the sunset. The sand tickled my toes, and the wind blew through my hair. I pulled Alexia into my arms.

A person shook my body. "Harry. Harry!"

My eyelids flicked open and I was now back in my childhood room. The same room that me and Alexia first had you-know-what in. My mum was there.

"We haven't talked since you came with Alexia! How is she, by the way?"

"She's good."

"When are you going to bring her here again? She's a really beauty, isn't she? Inside and out. You really have a great girl as your girlfriend, Harry."

I really had a great girl as my girlfriend. "Thank you. I think so too."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Is something wrong?"

Everything's wrong. What could possibly be right? "No. I'm fine."

"You can talk to me, honey."

"I'm fine." I repeated.

"Would you like me to make you a sandwich?"

"No thanks. I'm not hungry. I uh, actually have to go Mum. I just remembered something I needed to do today."

"Okay. Call me sometime!"

"Always."

Maybe I should take a walk to clear my head. I didn't know what else to do, and I wanted to be alone at the moment. So that was what I did. The cold air made my cheeks turn red and the snow crunched below my boots. It's been so long since I've seen her. We broke up sometime in the middle of November, and now it was the first day of December.

While walking, I may have purposely took turns so I would come across the building Alexia's apartment was in. My goal was to go inside and talk to Alexia, and I had even prepared a whole speech in my head on the way, but now that I was so close to her, I wasn't sure if I should go in or not.

It took me a while to get my confidence together, but when I did, I marched in through the automatic doors and took the elevator to her flat. What if she's not here? What if she sees me and then slams the door because she hates me so much? Well, I was already this far, got nothing left to lose, and dying to see her again. I knocked on the door.

It seemed like years before Alexia answered it. I wonder why I never see Meghan here. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Meghan in a long time.

"What do you want, Harry?" Alexia raised an eyebrow. She was wearing a jumper (sweater) that reached just above her knees, and no pants. But I didn't look at her legs because first, I'm not a pervert, and second, I'm more interested in her eyes.

Everything left my mind but the knowledge that she was here, in front of me. The sheer presence of her this close to me left me speechless.

Finally, I said, "Hey."

My muscles ached to hug her, to hold her again.

"What do you want?" she repeated.

She looked worn out. She wore her hair in a messy bun, and her eyes looked dull. Still, she looked beautiful.

"Nothing."

She rolled her eyes and began to close the door.

No. I would not let her go so easily this time. I put my foot in between, opened the door, and stepped in.

Alexia crossed her arms. "Harry, seriously." 

"Please, Lex. Give me another chance," I begged.

"Tell me why you broke up with me."

I remembered the text I got from her sister that made me promise not to tell Alexia that her sister was the reason. I'm not a big fan of breaking promises. "I-I can't."

"Then I can't give you another chance! You can't just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you without telling me the reason!"

"But I can't let you go."

"I can't let you go either. But you got to tell me why you broke up with me. Do you know how hard it is to sit on your bed every night and wonder why your boyfriend broke up with you without telling you why?"

"I'm sorry-"

"Sorry won't cut it, Harry. I think you should go." She opened the door.

She was about to let me go. At this point, I didn't care if I promised not to tell. I just cared that I got to hang out with Alexia again without fighting.  

"Okay! I'll tell you why. Elizabeth came to my house and asked me to stay away from you. She told me that your mum was dying, and that dating celebrities never work out. And she said that when we broke up, that added to your mum's death would hurt you a lot. I love you too much to hurt you, Lex."

For a moment, I thought she was going to forgive me. I was wrong.

She looked bewildered. "So you ended it because you didn't want to hurt me? Were you even thinking?!"

"No, I wasn't. It was a terrible mistake and I never want to do it again."

"I can't believe you actually listened to her!" Alexia's voice softened. "Harry, she's my sister. She wants to protect me, but she doesn't know what we have. Well, had."

"We still have it! And we can keep it!"

"I need some time to think. You really should leave now." She gestured to the open door.

"But-"

"Goodbye, Harry."

I sighed and stepped out. I didn't even get a chance to say it back before she slammed the door in my face.

Alexia's POV

Now that I had the why, I didn't know what to do. Should I forgive him and give him another chance or should I leave him forever? All this rests in my hands. I have the power to make him happy again, or tear him apart even more. I also have the power to make me happy again, or tear myself apart even more too. Was that even possible by now?

Meghan hasn't been here for a long time. I wonder how her family issues are going. She won't pick up my calls, or answer my texts. I wish she would tell me about whatever's going on, I just want to help.

I had a sudden craving for ice cream. Luckily, I found a tub of cookie dough ice cream in the freezer. I was surprised that it wasn't opened yet, considering Meghan and I are big ice cream lovers. I grabbed a spoon, sat on my bed, opened my laptop, and replayed Stranger Things from the beginning. I hate the government in season 1, like, how dare they steal children to preform tests on? The demigorgons scare me to death. The mind flayer in season 2, from a distance, just looks like Ursula from The Little Mermaid with long limbs instead of 2 arms and a tail.

Watching a movie or show really does make you forget about your troubles. Of course, only for a while.

How was Brandon doing anyways? We never text, call, or meet each other anymore. Not that I really want to. After that last time, I'm not sure if I even want to be his friend. I'm not even sure if we are friends right now. 

Everything was so confusing.

A sleepless night passed. Harry was pounding on my door, but I refused to answer.

After a while, everything went silent. 

Then came a softer knock.

"LEAVE ME ALONE HARRY!" I yelled.

"It's just your neighbour!"

Oh.

I opened the door. There stood an man, around his 60s, holding a small box.

He gave me the box. "A young man told me to give this to you since you weren't answering the door. Let me guess, relationship problems? Been there before. You really should forgive him. Such a kind fellow, that one is."

"Oh, um, thank you."

A woman's voice came down the hall.

The man groaned. "My daughter. Always worrying about me. I'm not even that old!"

My laughter rang out and continued until he disappeared around the corner. I shut the door, then sat down on the couch in the living room.

The black box looked very expensive. Gold ribbons embroidered the edges. I slowly opened it. There was a necklace. Not the infinity one, but a way more complicated one. I realized how much I missed that necklace. I knew I should be thankful that Harry gave me this, but I didn't particularly like this one. Plus, he can't buy me back with jewelry. 

The next day, there was another box at my door. This time, it was a pair of earrings. Again, it was too complicated for my liking.

This continued for a few days. Harry would keep sending me gifts - sometimes fancy clothes, sometimes fancy (and expensive) jewelry - and everything would go in my jewelry box, never to be touched again. I would make no attempt to contact him. I probably should have just texted him a thank you. Oh well. Until finally, a package appeared in front of my door. At this point, I was already very annoyed. So I texted him.

Alexia: Look, thank you so much for all the stuff, but you can stop. I don't care for what your money can buy. Truthfully, I hate everything you gave me these past days. They always have these complicated designs on it and I'm not into that. I told you that once, but I guess you didn't care enough to remember. So please, don't waste your money.

Harry: I do remember. I think you'll like this one though.

I didn't have anything else to do, so I opened the cardboard packaging. This time, there were two boxes. One for a necklace, and one for a ring. Or earrings. I couldn't really tell. I opened the bigger one first. There it was. The infinity necklace Harry gave me in Paris lay there in all its glory. So the smaller box must contain... the promise ring. I was right. I looked at the two pieces of jewelry, still in their containers. I wanted to wear them both. I wanted to belong to Harry again. But no. He can't buy me back with jewelry. Even if he gave me these a long time ago, I will not give in. If he wants to make amends with me, he's got to see me in person. Still, I couldn't help but rub my thumb over the etched words, 'Forever' on the necklace. 

A thought occurred to me. At the end of the day, my heart still belongs to Harry, whether I like it or not. 

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A/N: Hey! Thank you so much for reading this far into the story! I think I'm going to change the title from 'Everything' to 'Stay', because I kind have an idea of what I want the ending to be and it doesn't really match with the title. Honestly, the story doesn't really match with the title anyways. This is why teachers always tell you to pick a title after you've written your story. Or maybe that's just me.

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