Someone Like You (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Rose and Harry used to be together. They were the couple who was inseparable... that is until they decided to go their separate ways.

"We'll find each other one day, and when we do, we'll go back to the way things were."

That was the promise Harry had made Rose before going on a world tour. That was five long years ago when they were both 18 years old. They're both 23 years old now and have gone on living their lives in their own ways.

Rose is still waiting for the day Harry will waltz back into her life, but she knows it won't happen, she's holding onto false hope. She works at a lousy job where she is forced to copy papers for a living and make coffee runs for the employees. She goes home after work to her cat, Crookshanks, and is by herself for 12 hours before repeating her day once more.

Harry, however, has long forgotten the promise he gave Rose. Harry has been married for a year to his wife, Mallory. Harry hasn't forgotten about Rose though. The rose flower running up his rig


17. Chapter 16

            Harry was stunned. He didn’t know how to respond to Rose’s words. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but that was the problem. He didn’t know what to say back to Rose. He felt bad that he was telling her that they had to take it easy when it was his idea to start their relationship back up in the first place. Harry wanted to be with Rose, he did, but he seems to find Mallory as that safe cushion.

            “Well?” Rose asked looking at him impatiently. He has never seen Rose this angry before and it scared him. He glanced down at the silver watch resting on his tattooed arm and his eyes widened.

            “I have to go,” he said quickly getting up and walking out of Rose’s flat.

            Harry was inwardly freaking out knowing that he was going to be late for his teacher meeting day. He was supposed to be there in twenty minutes, but Cheshire was almost an hour or so away from Manchester by car. He knew he was going to be close to an hour late and would end up explaining to every single colleague of his.

            He hated teacher days because he was forced to sit in meetings for hours and talk about breaks and curriculum things. He didn’t even see the point of him attending because the only thing they were talking about was the curriculum. He wasn’t sure how they could change the music program. The only way they would change it is to drop music from schools, but he knew that would never happen. The school he worked for loved the music department too much.

            “Come on, move,” Harry muttered honking the horn as someone drove slow in front of him.

            He run his fingers through his tousled brown hair and let out an impatient sigh. His fingertips thrummed against the steering wheel. As he sat behind the slow moving vehicle, his phone began to sing. He leaned over and picked it up pressing the answer call and holding it to his ear.

            “This is Harry Styles,” he greeted as he picked up the phone.

            “It’s Maria,” the soft voice of his co-worker said just as he reached over and flicked the right hand turn signal on. “I was just wondering how far away you are.”

            “I’m going to be late,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I’m driving out from Manchester and I am going to be about thirty minutes late. I am turning on the motorway right now.”

            “I’ll save you a seat. I’ll fill you in when you get here,” she said and took a pause. “See you in a bit, Harry.”

            “Yep, thanks Maria,” he said and ended the phone call setting his phone down on the console.

            The whole time, his mind would race back to Rose; his beautiful flower. He knew that he probably, no, he did hurt her feelings by walking out of the room the way he did that morning. He regretted it the moment he stepped through the door, but he wasn’t the person to not show up to his job, he needed to. It was his duty as a husband to do things to earn money for him and Mallory.

            Despite him wanting to part ways with Mallory, he still wanted to provide for her because he was a good person. Mallory did see Harry, but she didn’t see him the way Rose saw him. The way he and Rose saw each other, it was a completely different kind of seeing each other. It was a pair of lover’s eyes; they saw each other a certain way because they were madly in love.


            Rose was stunned.

            She stood there staring at the white door that Harry had walked through just moments previous. Her mind was racing as to why he would just walk out of the door and not give any sort of explanation as to why he left.

            “Was that Harry?” Eleanor’s voice piped from the bedroom doorway. Rose turned around looking at Eleanor giving her a soft nod before crossing her arms across her chest.

            “Yeah,” she breathed. “He says that we need to take things easy and not be with each other for a little while. How fucked up is that?”

            “So Harry is basically saying that wants to put his cheater ways on hold so he can live a happy life with his wife?” Eleanor asked walking over to Robbie and picking him up from his bouncer and cuddling him into her arms.

            “That is exactly what is happening,” Rose said sitting down at her kitchen table.

            Rose ran her hands over her hair. She pushed her bangs back clearing the brown curls from her eyes. A tired sigh escaped her lips as she sat at the table.

            “I don’t know what to do anymore, El, I just want him.”

            “I know, but love isn’t easy.”

            “My romantic life is non-existent. Sure, I’ve got romance, but Harry is cheating on his wife,” Rose spoke. She spoke so softly that Eleanor had barely heard her.

            “You’ve got someone who loves you.”

            “But he belongs to someone else,” Rose said quickly. “I don’t know why I ever let him take my heart again. I was absolutely broken over the break-up. It’s a matter of time before it happens again.”

            “He didn’t say that he wanted to end it, did he?”

            “No, he didn’t. He said that Mallory is beginning to notice his being gone a lot. He thinks he should spend some time at his house.”

            Eleanor chose not to respond to Rose’s statement. She wanted to let Rose know that she understood, but she didn’t and she knew that she never would. Eleanor had the world compared to Rose, and even Harry. Eleanor lived comfortably whereas her friends had to work hard to get the things they have. There was no doubt in the back of her mind that they wouldn’t not be together one day.

            Rose got off of her chair and walked over to the refrigerator prying the door open. She grabbed some sausages and eggs walking over to her stove. Rose bent over taking hold of the drawer below the stove and pulling it open with a strong jerk.

            It stuck.

            Rose repeated the action a few times before the drawer finally opened and she was able to get the frying pan from the drawer. She placed it on the stove top and turned the burner on.

            “What are you making?”

            “Some eggs, sausage, and toast if that’s alright with you?” Rose questioned turning to look at Eleanor.

            “I don’t like sunny side eggs. Could you scramble mine, please?”

            “I wasn’t planning on frying them at all,” she said with a chuckle.


            Harry was slightly jogging as he entered the school building. He was fixing his shirt and tie that hung from his neck. He stopped at the front door to look over his outfit to make sure there weren’t any wrinkles of any sort on it.

            “My fucking hair,” he said brushing his fingers through his hair making it lift upward in his own version of Zayn’s quiff.

            Harry pulled the door open and stepped inside walking to the library and media centre where the rest of the faculty was meeting. As soon as he walked in, their eyes were puncturing through Harry’s skin. He hadn’t felt like this since he was in the band, the eyes wandering over him.

            “Sorry I’m late, I was in Manchester last night,” he mumbled making a small like and taking a seat next to Maria who had kindly taken notes for him to review over. She also starred the overview sheet as to where they were.

            “Went to the football game, did ya'? Did that wife of yours go as well?” a year four teacher asked looking over at Harry.

            “I watched with some friends,” he lied looking at the teacher. “She didn’t come, it was more of a gentlemen’s night.”

            “If you will, Harry, review over the sheet and we will continue. We started late due to the projector not working,” the headmaster said standing up.

            Harry looked down at the sheet and reviewed over it and his eyes widened when he saw the words that he hadn’t been hoping to see.

            “Budget cuts? What are we cutting?”

            “We’re hoping to not cut any programmes, Harry, we’re just going to decrease the spending. Now, since Harry has read over his notes, we will continue,” the headmaster started. “The music department is very vital, but that is where we are going to be making some cuts. I’m afraid we’re going to be cutting back to just one teacher next year. Maria, you’re on the bottom of our list, so I would begin applying. I have taken the liberty of printing out some of the schools who are hiring.”

            “Sir, you can’t just do that!” Harry all but yelled. “You’re firing her in front of everyone?”

            “Harry, I understand you’re upset, but I’m sure you can buy—“

            “I can’t buy any sheet music, Richard; I have a job for that reason. You’re cutting my program so far back that there’s nothing left to it.”

            “I can’t change the plans, they’ve already been approved, Harry.”

            Harry dropped to the back of his chair and ran his hands over his face. Maria rested her hand on his back and rubbed it gently. He didn’t understand how she was so calm about the whole situation. Maybe she had been expecting it because of her level on the list.

            “We’re also making pay cuts to adjust as well.”

            “Sir, I can’t afford—“

            “I’m sorry, Harry, but it needs to be done.”

            A murmur seemed to buzz around the room as others objected to the pay cut. Harry felt a headache coming on and he wanted nothing more than to escape his reality and go back to Rose’s flat and forget the world once more.

            This was his reality.

            A wife, a job, and the things that make him worry about life the most. He knew that he couldn’t afford that budget cut because of the fact that if that happened, he would have to sell the house and everything in it. The material items.

            “Maria,” Harry whispered and she glanced at him. “Can you give me a copy of that list?”

            “Yeah, you probably want something with a better district, right?”

            “Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “I just don’t understand why this is happening. I can’t afford a cut in pay. Mallory and I barely can afford the house as it is.”

            “Sell the house.”

            “That’s what I suggested to her, but she wants to stay because it makes us seem better off than we really are. I hate living a lie. I’m not rich anymore, I’ve come to terms with it, but she clearly hasn’t.”

            “The school district in Yorkshire is looking pretty good,” she pointed out looking at the sheet. “They have a few open positions, why not try there? Isn’t that where your friends live?”

            “They all live in the Bradford area. Zayn’s still in the hospital,” he said looking at it. “I didn’t think I would have to pull my resume out this soon.”

            “You could always do something with music again, I’m sure—“

            “No, I’m not going into music again. I did my time in the band and I’m done with that life. I don’t miss it.”

            “Why did you do it?”

            “I was sixteen,” he said looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “Need I say more than that?”

            “I suppose not, but it did bring you to your brothers.”

            “True,” Harry said nodding. He looked down at the job list and let out a stress filled sigh.


            “I miss Louis,” Eleanor said with a soft sigh escaping her lips. She popped some food in her mouth as she looked down at the infant in her arms.

            “I know you do,” Rose said with a soft smile on her lips. “I miss Harry when he goes back to Holmes Chapel.”

            “Yeah, I just wish Zayn could get better and things would go back to normal.”

            “You know things will never go back to normal; Harry’s back now.”

            “That’s normal for me, though, having the boys all back together. I feel proud to be there with them.”

            “I know, you’ve been with them since they were still starting out,” Rose said and then scrunched up her face. “Kind of, but you know what I mean.”

            “I do, and I agree.”

            “What stage was Zayn at when you found out?”

            “Just before stage two. They noticed him getting sick, as you know. The only thing that sucks the most is that before he gets better, he has to get worse.”

            Rose couldn’t fathom how Zayn must feel all the time. He has been so sick and so frail that he must just want to give up some days. Being in a constant state of ill must take a lot out of one person and Zayn was most likely no exception to that rule.

            Rose glances over at Eliza thinking of how it is in her world. She’s only four and has gone through so much already. She couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her face if anything happens to her father.


            The thought broke her heart to pieces.

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