His Other Side

Haley has been bullied since 6th grade. So as she enters the 12th grade, she is just ready to end it all. But then a handsome, geeky plot twist named Marcel Styles totally changes her life forever. But she soon starts to notice some odd behavior in her new friend. Does Marcel have a dark secret? Will Haley discover something in him that she never imagined?


30. Old Friends and An Argument

"Hey guys!" I cheered, giving all the boys a big hug. "So, what do you think of Ireland?" Niall asked smiling like an idiot. I giggled. "It's great." We just arrived in Westmeath, Ireland; Niall's hometown. The boys were starting up their tour again. Starting here, in Ireland.

We just arrived at a photo shoot that the boys had to do for some Irish magazine. Louis was up first. He took smiling ones, then serious ones, then silly ones. He made one face that made me crack up. I couldn't stop laughing. Then all of the boys joined in. We were all in a laughing fit. The photographer was still taking pictures. "Perfect. Niall, your up next." she said.

Niall walked up to the white sheet that was the background. They took pictures of him. I was talking to Liam when I saw him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye. I looked over at him. His head shot the other way. I could tell he was blushing. I felt myself turn a little red.

Harry wrapped his arm around me protectively. He glared at Niall. "Babe." I whispered. He looked down at me and sighed. "Sorry." He pecked my lips.

A few minutes later it was Harry's turn. The photographer kept talking to him. "Harry smile...no bigger...smaller...come on, Harry...think of your most favorite thing in the world." Harry smiled and looked over at me. I blushed and looked at the ground. I was his favorite thing. "Perfect! Now hold that pose." the photographer said, repeatedly snapping photos. Once he was done, Harry walked over to me and gave me a kiss. He pulled away and smiled. "Yep. You are definitely my favorite thing." he said. "And you are mine." I told him.

The photo shoot was taking a lot longer than expected. I get bored and decided to take a walk. Just around the city. After I told Harry where I was going, I walked out of the building and started to walk. There was a lot of little shops. I went into one of them and looked around.

"Hello, Miss. Is there anything I can help you with?" a girl asked me. "No, thank you." I told her. She looked oddly familiar, like I had seen her somewhere before. She had brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, brown eyes, pale skin, and she looked to be about my age. 

"Umm is by any chance your name Haley?" she asked. "Yes it is." I told her, suspecting she was a fan of Harry. "Do you remember ever knowing a girl named Sarah? Because I went to an orphanage when I was little and you look a lot like a girl who I was friends with." she said. I smiled.

That's where I knew her from. Sarah Peck. The little girl from the orphanage. She had been my friend when I was there with my brother. "Sarah! Yes, I'm that Haley." I said excitedly. She looked a lot different than from when she was seven.

She hugged me. "It's so great to see you! How have you been?" "I'm great. How about you?" I asked. "I'm great, too." We talked for a while, just about random things. She asked me where I lived. "I live with my boyfriend in Cheshire, England. His name is..." I started. She interrupted me. "Harry Styles. I know. I see you two in magazines all the time. You are so cute together!" "Thanks." I said smiling. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Yeah. His name is Dawson. He's really sweet." she said blushing. I felt my butt vibrate.

From: Haz<3: We're done now. x

To: Haz<3: Okay. I'll be there in a few. xx

"I got to go." I told Sarah. She took my phone and put her number in it. "Call me sometime. We should hang out." I nodded. "Definitely." She was so nice. Just like she used to be. She was the only one who would ever talk to me. I think it was because she and I had a similar past. Our mothers both died and we both were abused. And we arrived at the orphanage at the same time. I was the first one to leave. She left about a month after me.

I get up and left the store. I walked a few blocks back to the building. The boys were waiting in the parking lot. They were taking pictures with a few fans. Harry saw me and ran up to me. He picked me up and spun me around. Then he kissed my lips. "Well, someone's in a good mood." I said giggling.

We walked back over to where the boys were. A couple girls asked for pictures with me. "Do you want a picture?" I asked one girl. She glared at me and shook her head. "No way." she snapped. "Hey. Be nice to my girlfriend. What'd she ever do to you, you little..." Harry started. I stopped him. "Harry, she's like 12. It's fine." Harry looked at me and his expression softened.

He took my hand and dragged me over to the tour bus. We went in, followed by the rest of the boys. Harry slumped down on the couch, clearly annoyed. I sat down next to him and kissed his cheek. "Babe, it's fine." I said again. He just shook his head. "They can be so mean." he mumbled. I rested my head on his shoulder. My phone beeped.

From: Sarah: Hey, girl. You busy later?

To: Sarah: The boys have a concert tonight.

From: Sarah: Oh, yeah. I'm actually going. My little sis has tickets and I'm taking her.

To: Sarah: Cool! Maybe we could meet up? 

From: Sarah: Sounds great! I'll text you when we get there.

To: Sarah: Okay. Bye

"Who's that?" Harry asked. "An old friend I ran into today. She went to my orphanage. She is going to the concert tonight and is wondering if we could meet up." I told him. "That'd be cool." he said.

We drove to the arena. The boys rehearsed while I just sat in the front row. They started singing one of there songs that hasn't some out let. Part of it got leaked the other day so pretty much everyone knows it. It's called 'Just Can't Let Her Go'. It's really catchy. 



She's so mean but I gotta love it,

And I just can't let her go

I'm so whipped on her tiny little

She's a sexy animal

Spends to much and I never tell her no

Drives me nuts and she got me by the throat

She's so mean but I gotta love it

And I just can't let her go


My phone beeped.

From: Sarah: We're outside

To: Sarah: It's noon. The concert doesn't start until 7:30

From: Sarah: I know. My sister insisted. And there's like a hundred people out here.

To: Sarah: Lol. You guys wanna come inside now?

From: Sarah: Seriously?! Yes! 

To: Sarah: Okay. I'll come and get you in a sec.

From: Sarah: Thanks! You better hurry, though. I think my sis is gonna have a heart attack.

I walked over to Harry. "Umm, would it be okay if my friend came in and watched you guys rehearse?" I asked him. He looked over at a man. The man nodded. "Yeah. That'd be fine." Harry said.

A man followed me outside, making sure I wasn't mobbed by fans. A few just stared. Some started freaking out. Nobody came up to me. I guess they figured they couldn't talk to me with the big man protecting me.

I spotted Sarah. I went up to her. "Hey!" I cheered, giving her a hug. "Haley, this is my little sister, Stephanie. And her friends Avery and Suzy." Sarah said, introducing me to the girls. They all gave me hugs. They looked to be about 11 or 12.

They were all wearing One Direction shirts. Stephanie had a Zayn shirt, Avery had a Louis shirt, Suzy had a Liam shirt, and Sarah had a Niall shirt. "Nice shirt." I said to Sarah. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "My sister made me wear it. I called him cute and she insisted on me wearing this thing. Here, I brought you this." she said, handing me a folded up t-shirt. I looked at it. It said 'I <3 Harry Styles' on it with a picture of Harry's face. I chuckled. "Thanks." I said.

I took of the sweatshirt I was wearing, revealing the white tank top I wore underneath. I slipped the shirt on over it. "Ready to go meet One Direction?" I asked the girls. "Yes!" the all said in unison. I walked back into the arena, the girls closely behind. When we caught sight of the boys, they started freaking out.

I walked over to Harry and kissed his cheek. "I like your shirt. You have good taste." he said cheekily. "I know. This shirt is quite sexy." I said smirking. He pecked my lips and went to meet the girls.


Niall's P.O.V.

Haley walked in followed by four girls. 3 young ones and an older one. She was wearing a t-shirt with me on it. I chuckled. She was really pretty. Like, really pretty. She smiled at me. I smiled back. Wow. This girl was gorgeous.

The 3 little girls were squealing with excitement as the boys and I walked down to them. We greeted them, taking pictures, signing t-shirts and notebooks. I went over to Haley's friend. "Hi, I'm Niall." I said, giving her a hug. "I'm Sarah." she said smiling. She had beautiful, white teeth. And sparkling brown eyes. She was just so cute. We just kind of stood there in silence, looking into each other's eyes.

"Niall...Niall!" Louis yelled, trying to get my attention. "Wha? Oh, yeah. Coming." I said, walking on stage. We started rehearsing, well sort of. We never really 'rehearse'. We just like goof off. Playing around, randomly singing, laughing and having fun. I kept looking over at Sarah. She was staring at me and smiling. I smiled back. Man, she made me weak in the knees.


Haley's P.O.V.

*After The Concert*

Sarah had to leave right after the concert was over. We said our goodbyes and she and her 'group' left. 

The boys did a really good job tonight. I loved every minute of it because Harry always sings to me. Like nobody else is around. Just me and him. I think it makes him sing more from the heart.

I couldn't find Harry so I went over to Liam and asked him where he was. "I believe he's still in the dressing room." he told me. I went over to the dressing room. The door was open just a crack. I heard Louis and Harry talking.

"Harry, I still can't believe you wrote the chorus to Just Can't Let Her Go. It's so good, mate!"

I didn't know Harry wrote the chorus to that song. 

"Yeah. Well I wrote it about...her."

Who's her? Is it...me?

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Are you kidding? She'd never talk to me again!"

"Isn't that what you want, though?"

"Yeah. She is a bitch, but I don't want to seem like a bad guy. Cause I'm not."

"I know. Just she can be so mean!"

"Yeah. And she wrote a song about me so I figured I'd write a song about her."

The song I wrote about him was nice! This song was just insulting me! I mean yeah, being called a "sexy animal" isn't exactly insulting, but the rest sure is!

"Harry, she's such a waste of time. Stop talking to her and get her out of your life completely."

"I will, Lou. That's my plan. I have more important things to focus on, anyway."

I felt the tears come to my eyes. Harry wanted to break up with me? I couldn't believe this! I stormed out of the arena and went to the tour bus. I climbed into my bunk and cried. I couldn't believe he wrote that about me! It was so mean!

I heard someone board the bus. I tried to quiet my sniffling but it didn't work very well. "Haley? Are you alright, love?" I heard Zayn ask. "I'm fine. I'm just tired. And I just need to be alone for a bit." I told him. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "I'm sure." I said. He sighed and walked away.

I heard the other boys board the bus. Harry was laughing about something. That ignorant bastard. "Where's Haley?" Harry asked. "Umm. She's in her bunk." Zayn said. "Why?" Harry asked him. Oh Zayn, please don't say anything about me being upset. "She...said she was...tired. Yeah, and she wanted to take a nap." he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you, Zayn. "Oh. Okay." Harry said.

The boys just sat around and talked for a bit. A little while later, Harry came over to me and climbed into the bunk. I scooted away from him. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked. "I heard you and Louis talking in the dressing room. And how you wrote the chorus to that song. And how you wrote it about some girl." I snapped, the tears coming to my eyes again.

He stayed silent for a while. "Hal, I wrote it about..." he started. I interrupted him. "Me. I know." "What? I didn't write it about you!" he told me. "Save it Harry! I know you did. And you were talking bad about me. Calling me a bitch. Well, I'm not the bitch. You are." And with that I got out of the bed and locked myself in the bathroom. Harry followed. I closed the door before he could get in.

"Haley! Please, let me explain." he said. "No, Harry. I don't need an explanation. And once we get to wherever the next stop is, I want off this bus. I'm just going to go back to New York." The tears were streaming down my face now. "No, Haley, please no! Haley, you know I love you. Please, don't leave me." he cried. "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm done with you."

I wasn't just leaving him because of the song, but also because the other day when he was out, I saw on the news him totally lip-locked with Taylor Swift at some bar.

"And what about when you went to the bar the other day. You said you were meeting up with some friends. Not making out with your ex-girlfriend!" I could hear him sniffling. "Haley...I can explain." he said quietly. "No. Just leave me alone. Please. I'm done. We're done." I told him. I heard him walk away from the door. I could hear his loud sobs coming from the living room. And the boys trying to comfort him. I was crying pretty hard myself.

I went to a cabinet and found a razor. I couldn't take it anymore. I gently placed it on my wrist. Before I made a deep cut, I looked down at my legs. They has scars on them from when I used to cut myself years ago, after my brother left. Those scars never healed. And they were just a brutal reminder of how horrible my life was. When I met Marcel, I mean Harry, I promised myself I'd never do that again.

I looked at my wrist. The sharp object just leaving a small cut in my flesh. I sighed and pulled it away. My wrist was only bleeding a little bit. Nothing bad enough to leave a scar. I washed the blade off and put it back where I found it.

There was a light knock on the door. "Go away." I groaned. "Haley, it's Niall. Can I please come in?" I sighed and looked back down at the cut in my skin. "Okay." I sighed. I unlocked the door and he came in and sat down on the floor next to me. "Haley, Harry didn't write that song about you. And he didn't cheat, either. Please, you really need to listen to him. He's broken." Niall told me. I looked back down at my wrist again. "Well, I'm broken, too." I said.

He followed my eyes down to my wrist. His face went white. "Hal...n-no...you...why?" he stuttered. "I didn't do deep. I was going to until I looked at these." I said, pulling up my shorts. He gasped and looked at me, his eyes watering. "When did this happen?" he asked. "A few years ago." I sighed.

I told him my story. "But when I met Harry, I promised myself I'd never do it again. And I never did. Well, up until now. But this is nothing compared to the ones on my legs." I finished. He looked really upset. I laid down on my back, my head in his lap. He was gently playing with my hair.

We both heard a loud sob from Harry. "Hal, you really need to talk to him. You don't understand how much you mean to him. You're his world. Don't leave him. He needs you like he needs oxygen." he told me. I smiled slightly at the last part. "Please, do it for me?" he begged. I just nodded. He smiled at me and gave me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. "And please believe him. Trust me, he would never lie to you, Haley." he told me before walking out the door.

I sat there in silence for a minute. Then there was a light knock on the door. "Come in." I said quietly. A broken Harry walked in and closed the door behind him. His eyes were red and really puffy. His face was streaked from tears. He just looked at me.

"Just explain, Harry." I said. "I didn't write that song about you. I wrote it about Taylor. Since we used to date, I wrote a song about how I felt about our relationship at the time. And she just keeps popping in and out of my life. And I didn't cheat. I was hanging with my friends when she showed up. She was all over me, begging me to take her back. I kept telling her that I already moved on and I didn't love her anymore. I was at the bar when she approached me and just slammed her lips onto mine. I tried to push her away. I did eventually get her off of me and when I did I went straight home. The paparazzi only get what they want to get. Which is us kissing. Not me pushing her away and calling her a bitch." he told me.

I looked down at my wrist again. It had stopped bleeding, but the cut was still visible. I hid it from Harry. I didn't need him stressed out any more than he already was.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you, Haley." he said softly. I smiled. "I love you, too." His eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face. I stood up and hugged him. I looked into his mesmerizing, green eyes. He gently pressed his soft lips against mine. We stayed like that for a good five minutes, just kissing each other softly. I pulled away.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." I told him. He pecked my lips again. "Okay. I'll be there soon." he said. He kissed me once more and we walked out of the bathroom. I climbed into the bunk and he went to talk to the boys.

"You really love her, don't you?" I heard Zayn's voice ask. "I do. I could never let her slip away. She is my everything." Harry answered. I smiled. I was his everything. And he was mine, too. 

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