Ditched (A Harry Styles FanFic)

"As long as you keep trying to make things better, you'll be on the right track.''
''What if I mess up?"
"Then you start again."
"Will you be with me if I mess up?"
"I'll always be here."
Elizabeth was an average 19-year old that was on a cross country trip through Europe with her best friend Carson. Until Carson ditched her with purely innocent motives. Now, as Elizabeth is on her own in the United Kingdom she meets five boys. Due to her lack of musical knowledge, she doesn't recognize them as One Direction, but is eager to welcome them as friends no matter who or what they are. Harry is awestruck by Elizabeth and her personality and soon begins to fancy her. Elizabeth isn't the type of girls he's used to however, and when he does something that might bring back bad memories, will they be able to pull through for the better?


14. Yeah, Friend

***Harry's P.O.V.***

I leaned over Elizabeth menacingly as she stared up at me with determined eyes. Why was she being so difficult?! Couldn't she just understand that I wanted to know where she was?! Okay, that sounded a bit creepy, but you know what I mean! "This is stupid," she admitted, dropping her hands to her sides, "nothing happened to me, I'm fine."

"What about the next time this happens?!" I shouted, refusing to drop the subject until she understood.

"What do you want me to do, stay inside all day?!" she yelled back. See what I mean?! She's being difficult! I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself, knowing that if I gripped the counter any harder, I might hurt my hands.

It seemed to work, because the next words out of my mouth were calm, "no, I just want you to tell me where you're going. Leave a note or something."

"Would that make you happy?" she questioned with a sigh.

"Yes, it would," I replied, all of the previous anger and frustration ebbing away. She seemed to finally notice our position, something I had surprisingly been aware of the whole time. Though seeing as I fancied her, it would make sense that I would notice how close we were at the moment. I wondered if she was uncomfortable then, or if she liked our near proximity. My eyes flickered to her lips, lingering there for a while. What would she do if I kissed her? Would she enjoy it? I mean I'm probably not the best kisser in the world but I'm not bad... And it'd just be one little kiss, right? Nothing big. I mentally scolded myself, I couldn't kiss her, it might ruin everything. If she thought it was too soon, if she thought I was rushing a friendship into something more (I wish), or worst of all; if she didn't like me back. I just couldn't risk it. Yet my gaze still focused on her lips and I couldn't shift it. They were red and plump from when she was biting them nervously during our fight, and they were so tempting. Ugh, stop it Harry! Don't ruin this like all your other relationships, take it slow.

She cleared her throat after what seemed like forever, but was probably only after a few moments. I looked away, averting my eyes from her face in general and walking towards the island of the kitchen.

"Then I'll leave a note next time," she whispered, but I still heard it.

"Thank you," I said before walking to the lounge and plopping down on the couch. I just stared at the blank TV with my arms crossed, listening as she rushed to unpack everything in the other room. I hope I hadn't made her upset; there was nothing worse than a girl crying. Especially one you like. I was surprised that she hadn't broken down on the spot when I started yelling at her, most sensitive and innocent girls do. I wasn't going to say sorry though if that's what she's expecting. Any decent guy would be concerned if the girl he liked was suddenly missing from his home. I sighed in frustration, leaning my head back to look at the wall. I heard the sound of paper being ripped, and a few moments later I heard Elizabeth's soft padding towards the door. It opened and closed quietly and I groaned. Where was she going now?

I stood up from my spot and headed to the kitchen. Almost immediately, I saw the scrap of paper on the counter with Elizabeth's elagent handwriting. I studied it for a moment and then pulled at my curls. She left an address... I just can't remember what's there. I typed it into my phone to see where it would lead me and was greeted by the old Catholic church. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would she go there? She said she was Baptist, not Catholic.

I huffed before going to my room and getting changed. My head still hurt a little from the hangover and the yelling didn't help it at all, but I still needed to talk to her. I headed towards Louis' room and knocked on the door. He groaned. "Louis, I'm going to the Catholic church down the road!" I called to him and I heard him groan louder.

"Stop yelling," he called back in a groggy voice. I facepalmed when I remembered that he had been drunk last night and obviously had a hangover now.

"Sorry, Lou," I called, softly this time.

"'s okay," he slurred sleepily.

I headed, for the front door, jumped into my Range Rover when I got to it, and drove to the church. To tell you the truth, what made me the most nervous wasn't that she had gone somewhere and not told me, it was that she had walked the streets of London. Alone. With nobody to help her if something went wrong. I didn't want anything to happen to her, not only because I fancy her, but also because her brother would probably kill me. And I quite like being alive.

I walked into the church and immediately spotted her light brown hair in the pews. She hadn't changed before she left so she was still wearing the pink, flowing dress that she had been wearing this morning. She was looking down, and I figured that she must be deep in thought. Quietly, I made my way over to her and sat down behind her, listening to the choir on the stage who seemed to be speaking gibberish. "Elizabeth," I whispered and her head shot up, turning to look at me.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" she asked quizzicaly, "I left the note so I did what you said."

"I know, I just came because I wanted to talk to you still," I answered.

She sighed and nodded, "we're in a church so if you think we might end up yelling again, maybe we should go home."

I shook my head and then started to prepare for my speech. "I'm sorry," I blurted out. What?! I hadn't meant to say that! I didn't want to apologize if I was right, I mean I yelled at her, but still.

Instead of smiling and nodding like I thought she would, she shook her head. She looked at the altar and sighed before looking back at me with a serious expression. Did she not believe me? I figured that most women would be delighted to hear 'I'm sorry' rather than being the one saying it. I went to say something else but she stopped me, "No, Harry, you were right I should have left a note. I'm sorry."

Did I seriously just hear her correctly? She was actually admitting it? My jaw dropped open in surprise but she didn't notice. She was looking down at her hands, fidgeting nervously and waiting for my reply. Suddenly, I wasn't as happy about hearing those words as I thought I would be.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you and questioning your judgment, but sometimes my temper gets the better of me," she continued, still fidgeting.

At that point I was so flabbergasted that I could barely tell what I was saying, "but I... you... you're what?"

She sighed, "I'm sorry for yelling at you and not listening, you were right."

Those words should have made me beam with joy, but instead my position seemed to flip. I didn't want her to say sorry anymore and it puzzled me. I stood and walked to her pew, sitting next to her this time. We both turned to face each other and I began my argument. "No, I'm pretty sure I yelled at you first," I began. She looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"But you were right, I should have told you where I was going in case something went wrong," she argued.

"Maybe, but I could have been gentler about it," I countered.

She shook her head. "No, you were worried and upset, it was completely understandable."

"Understandable, but that doesn't make it right," I protested. I was about to go on but then I realized what we were arguing about. "Are we really having an argument over whose fault this was?"

She nodded, a small grin spreading across her lips, "I guess we are."

"Seems a little silly doesn't it?" I asked with a smirk.

She nodded and I held my arms out for a hug which she gladly excepted. "Curly?" Elizabeth said as we hugged.

"Yeah?" I replied, smiling a bit.

"You're a great friend," she mumbled into my chest.

"Thanks," I answered, trying to sound sincere as my smile fell. Yeah, friend.


Okay, that's the chapter, I hope you enjoyed. :)

Q of today: Will HARRABETH happen before she has to leave????

Lots of love,


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