Ultimate [Harry Styles]

Seventeen year old Rachel goes to London with her Uncle on a business trip for a month. Mainly because she's always wanted to go to the beautiful city. Also for experience in the business world since she'll be graduating. But maybe also to meet a guy. She gets to stay in a massive hotel suite with her Uncle, what if she runs down to a small grocery store by the hotel to get some goodies for her Uncle and herself when she runs into someone.
Harry Styles is one of the five boys in the biggest boy band in the world. The boys haven't had a summer off in three years, due to touring. So management decided to give the boys three months off to relax. How is he going to enjoy that time off? Read this love story to find out! .xx


27. Chapter 27

Songs for this Chapter!

Autumn Leaves - Ed Sheeran

Say Something - A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera


Harry's POV

"So, a day before I flew out here, the band had a meeting.  Since we released our third album, we obviously are going to have a tour for it..." I trail off.

She's silent for a minute, taking in my words.  

"You're going on tour?"  She asks quietly.


"For how long?" Worry is clear in her eyes.

"The European tour is a good two months, as well as the American tour.  But I'll see you for a week during that, because we have a week off in LA.  Then we have the Australian and Japan tour, which is only about one month." I answer.

"You're going to be gone for five months, Harry." 

"Yeah, but we can still be together.  I'll make time to see you whenever I can, and maybe you can come on tour with us for a week.  And I'll text and call you everyday, and we can FaceTime and Skype every night if you want.  Baby, our love is strong enough to make it through this," I explain.

"Harry, I don't know," I tear escapes her eye, running down her cheek, I quickly wipe it with the pad of my thumb, "there's only so much I can take without you.  You've become a permanent person in my life."

"I know, I know Sweetie," I tell her, pressing kisses to her face.

"I don't know if I can take seeing you and hearing you but not feeling you.  Our entire relationship, even before we started dating, has been very touchy.  Harry, I don't know if I can do this.  When does the tour start?" She asks.

That's when my stomach drops, "That's the worst part, we've been planing it for months now.  Tickets have been on sale for a  while.  The tour starts in two weeks, in London."

Her entire face drops, surprise and disbelief washes over her beautiful face.  

"And didn't you tell me this sooner?  So then I would have some time to actually get over the fact that you're leaving.  I can't believe you didn't tell me!" She yells hitting me in the arm.  Damn that kinda hurt.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner!  I was scared.  I wanted to tell you about the tour so many times, but honestly I was afraid you would break it off with me if I told you.  That you wouldn't want me when I tell you that I'll be gone for a while, and I can't hold you when you need me hold you. That I can't watch the High School Musical trilogy with you every weekend.  That I can't kiss you when you need my kisses. That I can't take you out to dinner when you're hungry.  I can't rub your back to confort you when you're stressed and sad.  I was and still am very scared, Rachel," 

"I don't know, Harry.  I can't believe you didn't tell me, or that I didn't notice.  Why wouldn't you just tell me?" She asks, more tears in her eyes.

"I- I was scared," 

"I think I need some time-" She begins to say, throwing clothes on and grabbing her bag.  I immediately get up and grab her arm.  I grab her face in my hands.

"We'll have enough time apart when I'm gone.  Please, I'm begging you.  Don't leave now.  I need you right now.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and I'm sorry I'm not normal.  I thought going to your homecoming would help you think of me as a normal guy, instead of this famous guy in a boyband.  I'm sorry I can't wave to you in the hallway, and take you out without being bombarded with paps.  I wish, more than anything in the world, that I could be normal for a while, for you.  I need you, like I need oxygen.  And I know I'll have to hold my breath for 5 months, but don't make me start now.  Please just stay with me." I plead, tears brimming at my eyes.

She looks away from my eyes, knowing that if she even got a glace, she would give in to my words.  I can see the internal battle she's having with herself on her face.  Hurt, anger, and worry thread through her eyes.

"Say something, please," I beg, a single tear falling out of my eye.

She looks down at her bag, the Aztec bag I got her in London at a Forever 21.  She wouldn't stay away from it so I just bought it for her.  Her eyes train on my shirt that's on the floor, just a plain black tshirt.  She hastily picks it up and shoves it into the bag,  She grabs her dress from the floor and her glittery heels.  She goes over to my suitcase and grabs the sweatshirt I packed and pulls it over her head.  She shoves her feet into her flip flops before actually looking into my eyes.  The entire time she's been doing this, tears have been running down my face.

"I-," Her voice cracks and she clears her throat, "I just can't believe you didn't tell me.  I thought we had a very open, and communicative relationship.  I just need tonight to clear my head, okay.  I'll text you in the morning." She inches towards the door.

"No, Rach.  Please, I'm so sorry.  Please stay," I rush over to her and kneel down in front of her.  I grab her hands in mine and bury my face into hers, tears still leaking out.  

"Look at me," I say, looking up at her, "I'm a wreck even thinking about being without you tonight," I plead, looking into her hurt eyes.  I damaged the girl I love, and leaving on tour will damage her even more.

"I have to go," she says, wiping tears onto the sleeves of my sweatshirt that she's wearing.  She turns and walks through the hotel door, leaving me on my knees alone.


It's been three hours.  She hasn't came back, or texted, or called.  I don't even know if she made it home okay.  Jesus, why did I let her leave.  It was nearly midnight when she left, how did she get home.  She could be hurt, why didn't I offer to at least drive her?  I'm so fucking stupid.

I can't take it anymore, I have to know that she's safe.  I grab my iPhone 5s off the hotel night stand and go into the messaging app.

To: Rach<3

I know you don't want to speak to me right now, but I can't sleep unless I know that you at least made it home safe.  Please answer me. x

I send the message and stare at my phone until I get a message from her.

From: Rach<3

I'm safe.

I can't help but think that message is much more than it actually is.  Does that mean she's safe from me?  If she's safe, is she home?  

No, I shouldn't worry anymore.  I should be happy I got a reply from of her.  She was so hurt when she found out I kept something as big as touring away from her for so long.  I really didn't mean to, I mean she would interrupt me when I had the courage to actually tell her.  And other times, right before I'd tell her, I'd think of what her reaction could be.  Her saying it's too much for her and ending this.  Or saying she doesn't want to do long distance and ending this.  But waiting only made it worse, and made her reaction worse.  I'm so fucking stupid.

"God dammit!" I yell, hurling a pillow at the wall.  An expensive looking painting that was hanging on the wall falls to the floor with the pillow.  I'm pretty sure the people in the room below me are awake.  Not like I care.  All I care about is that Rachel is probably laying in her bed, sobbing because of me.  And I can't do anything to comfort her right now.

There's no way I can sleep.  No without her in my arms, keeping me warm.  It's about three in the morning and I'm wide awake. 

What a perfect time for a little drive.



Sorry this is really short!  I probably won't be updating until after Christmas, so I hope everyone has a great Christmas!

Also,  Happy Birthday to the one and the only, Louis Tomlinson. One Direction could never be the band they are today without him.  He is the unofficial leader of the band.  He is the glue that holds the band together.  He's the one that never fails to put a smile on our faces.  He looks 19, acts 5 and is actually 22.  It's literally crazy how much these boys have grown, but I don't want ot talk about it because I will start crying.

I'm going to bed now, because its 1:00 AM here in Illinois.

Vote and Comment and Harry Styles will marry you ok.

Ok I'm out. 

You guys are more than beautiful<3 I love you.


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