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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31. Chapter 31

Alexia's POV

"Alexia." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and pulled me into a tight hug. "You didn't call or text back, and you weren't here, and it was past midnight! Do you realize how worried I was?"

I guess I understood why he was worried. I mean, I would be too if he was gone past midnight and didn't return any of my calls or texts.

"Sorry."

Harry just kept on holding me, as if he was afraid I'd never come back if I went away again. Should I tell him about Niall and how he was crying? I don't think I should. I wasn't even supposed to see that tear anyways. Harry's arms tightening around me brought me out of my thoughts and to the fact that I could barely breath.

"Harry-" I wheezed.

Harry didn't hear me. Ow. My bones hurt.

"Harry," I tried again. This time, a little louder.

"Hm?"

"Can you-" I gently pushed against his chest. 

He understood the message and let go. "Sorry. I just - don't ever do that to me again, okay?"

A faint smile grew on my lips. This guy was too cute. Nodding, I led him inside.

"I'm thirsty. Let's talk at Starbucks."

Grabbing my purse and jacket, I pulled him back outside. We took my car.

Harry played with the fingers on my hand that wasn't gripping the wheel. "Wow. First time I've been in your car."

"Like it?"

"Very. It's cozy."

"Thank you."

"If you had to choose one movie to watch for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

"Um," I stopped to think. Well, I would have said The Notebook, but now that I think about it, I kind of prefer Twilight. Just because there's more action. "Twilight."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It has romance, action, and is quite awkward at times."

Harry chuckled. "Come to my house. I'm hosting a party later. Everyone's going to be there."

I raised an eyebrow, but my eyes were still on the road. "Who's everyone?"

My jaw dropped when he stated the names.

"Niall, Louis, Liam, Mitch, Adam, Clare, Sarah, Ed, Adele, and a bunch of other friends. Oh, and Zayn's coming." 

There was a hint of pure joy in his voice when he said the last part.

"Why are you inviting me? So many cool people are going to be there."

"So it's decided. You're coming!"

"What if they don't like me? I mean, I don't exactly want Adele to hate me."

"They'll love you! Don't worry." Harry assured.

I tried to relax, telling myself that they were just normal people like Harry.

At Starbucks, Harry and I both ordered hot chocolate. My hands curved around the cup, getting every bit of warmth they could. 

"Do you ever wonder why cups are called cups? Like, couldn't it be called anything else but that?"

Harry gave me a weird look. "No, why would you wonder that?"

I giggled. "I don't know. It's fascinating how everything's called whatever they're called. Could you imagine a world where snow was called music and music was called snow?"

"That'd be... quite weird."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, it would."

I took a sip of my hot cocoa. The drink fizzled down my throat, leaving a giddy feeling behind.

Harry and I talked a bit more, and then it was time for his party. I wasn't dressed in anything fancy, but Harry refused to let me go change. I understood why when everyone showed up in a t-shirt and jeans. Immediately, I spotted Zayn. Excusing myself from Harry, who was chatting away with Adele, I took long strides until I was in front of Zayn.

I stuck out my hand. "Hi! Zayn, right?"

He shook it. "Yeah! And you are...?"

"Alexia."

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what's your relationship with Harry?"

I realized he didn't know anything about me. I assumed Harry hadn't been talking with him a lot. "I'm his girlfriend."

"Ah. The one on the news."

"I scored a spot on the news? Didn't know I was capable of that."

"Yeah, you did. Harry sure scored himself an awesome woman."

I blushed. "Thanks. What's your relationship with Harry?"

Zayn paused to think. "I'm not exactly sure. Friends? Acquaintances? Ex-friends? Ex-band member?"

Each one got worse than the previous one. "Do you want to be his friend?"

He shrugged. "Sure. Just not sure if he wants to be mine."

I was going to make them friends again. That's my goal for today.

Hanging out with Zayn more, I learned his interests, likes, dislikes, and just stuff like that. I saw Harry looking around. Once he saw me, he grinned and started making his way to me. Zayn was blocked from his line of sight by someone, and Harry was blocked from Zayn's line of sight by the same person. Maybe it was for the best that they didn't see each other right away. 

"Uh, I'm going to go get a drink." I told Zayn. 

He nodded. Slipping into the crowd, I heard Harry awkwardly say, "Hey, do you know where Alexia is- Zayn? Oh! Uh, hey.."

I smiled a bit.

"HEY ALEXIA! HOW ARE YOU?" 

I jumped. "Louis, you scared the shit out of me."

"How else would you hear me?"

"It isn't that loud. We're speaking at a normal volume now and we can still hear each other."

Louis shrugged. "I guess. But shouting is just so much fun. So, cool party, eh?"

"Drinks, snacks, music, dancing, talking... it's just a normal party."

"Speaking of dancing and music, this is a good tune. Care to dance?"

He held out his hand, which I took after a moment of hesitation. We made our way to the dance floor. 

"Wow, you're hella good at this." Louis commented.

"Thanks! You too."

A slow song came on. Louis smirked and took me into his arms.

"Let's see if you're good at this too."

Apparently, my slow dancing skills were pretty good. But Louis' slow dancing skills, not so much. He stepped on my toes a bunch of times, almost tripped, and messed up on the twirls. I was passed onto another person, and another, and another. Some were actually really good. 

"You're Alexia, right?" said the guy who I was dancing with now.

I took a good look at his face. "OH MY GOD YOU'RE JAMES CORDEN FROM THE LATE LATE SHOW! I'm a HUGE fan!"

James laughed. "Thank you!"

"I'm surprised you know my name."

"Harry talks about you all the time."

"Really?"

"Yeah. His 'angelic girlfriend'."

"I didn't know he used words like angelic."

"He's quite a mysterious person," James agreed. "Sometimes, I think Harry's the mysterious member of 1D, not Zayn."

I remembered my goal. I wondered how they were doing. "Do you think he and Zayn get along well?"

"Oh, they got along great. Never really heard about Zayn from Harry after he left the band though. Harry was reluctant to talk about it."

My eyes wandered to look at the grass on the ground.

"You know, Harry isn't 100% yours." 

My eyes snapped up to meet his. Harry wasn't cheating on me, right? Better not jump to conclusions. 

"What do you mean?"

I could tell James was trying to hold in a laugh. "He's kissed me twice."

I rolled my eyes. "And for a moment there, I actually thought it was something important."

It was time to move on to the next person. This one was familiar.

Harry first twirled me around, then pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "So you're playing matchmaker tonight."

My eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure. "Just for friends."

His teeth grazed my earlobe as he dipped me. "It isn't very nice to put someone in an awkward situation."

"Sorry," I said, out of breath.

I opened my eyes to find Harry's smirk.

"Perhaps you need to be punished."

I blushed. "Perhaps I do."

Harry nipped at my neck. It took everything in me not to let out an obnoxious sound. Suddenly, he pulled away. I let out a frustrated groan. 

"Harry!" I whined.

He chuckled, making me want to punch him. "Not today, love."

"So... are you and Zayn friends?"

Harry nodded. "Thanks, by the way."

The song turned into a fast one. By now, I was exhausted. My head pounded from the alcohol, and my legs felt like they were going to give out at any minute. I kind of just wanted to crash on the couch. Instead, I left Harry and went to drink more champagne.

***

My head hurt so much. Too much. I didn't want to open my eyes. I tried moving my arm into a more comfortable position. A jarring pain shot through it. I opened my eyes to see what the problem was. The first thing I noticed was that this wasn't my bedroom. The white sheets, the heart monitor... why was I in a hospital? The second thing I noticed was that my arm was broken and I had stitches covering my arm. Ack. It hurt to move. I laid there, staring at the ceiling until a nurse finally came in. Her name was Ruby, according to the pin on her uniform.

She smiled. "You're awake."

"Yeah-" I coughed.

My throat was sore. She understood, because she later came back with a cup of water. I gulped it down.

"What happened?" I asked.

Memories came back in flashes. Stairs. Glass. Blood. I couldn't recall anything else. Piecing those little bits of memories together, I came to the assumption that being stupid, I drank too much, and somehow fell down the stairs and into the table full of glass bottles.

Ruby confirmed it. "You fell down a flight of stairs and crashed into a table full of glass. You were lucky a young man came looking for you, or else the situation could have been much worse."

What young man? Oh, Harry. "How long will I be here?"

"At least a few days. Depends on how fast you heal."

Without saying anything else, she left the room. I was back alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. I hated the hospital. What am I supposed to do now? I couldn't get up, I couldn't move my right arm, and I could barely keep my head up because of this horrible hangover. Now I was quite thankful for the pillow and bed. Feeling someone come into the room, I turned my head slightly to see who it was. Harry stared back at me with worried eyes, but a hint of relief shone in them. Everything felt better already.

"Harry," I croaked. 

My hand (the one that could move) reached out for him. He immediately took it.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm better now that you're here."

"I'm so sorry. If only I didn't make you come to the party." Harry's voice was laced with guilt.

I cupped his cheek. "No, no! I wanted to come. It was my choice to get drunk."

Harry leaned into my hand. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Just... stay."

He nodded and sat down in a chair beside the bed. After minutes of talking to him, the pain went from barely tolerable to nothing.

A/N: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 2017 was a great year, wasn't it? I can't wait to see what 2018 brings.

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