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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14. Chapter 14

Alexia's POV

Atlanta

4 days passed. Harry was busy most of the time, just like before. This time, I doubt he was trying to avoid me. He was genuinely busy. Doing what? I don't know. We haven't spoke since that night, which so far was the best night of my life. I never got a chance to ask him about his day in the car because as soon as he sat down, he fell asleep. I would have been okay if he at least said a 'hi' to me, but nope. I tried calling Meghan, but she wouldn't answer her phone and her texts. That was unusual for her. Anyways, while Harry was out doing his stuff, I explored the place; checking the shops, buying stuff I liked, and speaking to strangers about random stuff. I would occasionally hang out with Mitch, Adam, Sarah, or Chloe. Or even all together. But Harry was never with us. Sarah and Clare became good friends of mine, and I learned to trust them. Not fully, but quite a lot.

"Alexia!" Sarah slung her arm over my shoulder. 

"Hey."

"Wanna drum with me?"

"Don't you have a show to put on in 2 hours?"

"That's a long time from now. Plus, we preform in more than 2 hours because of MUNA is opening for us."

"Okay then." 

Sarah sat down on the seat and showed me what to do. When I tried it, the drumstick fell out of my hand and flew across the stage. Sarah went to pick it up, laughing on the way there.

"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes.

She just laughed even more. I found myself laughing along with her.

"I have NEVER seen such a fail like that." Sarah snickered.

I went to attempt drumming again and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry leaning on the wall, watching us. A smile decorated his face. We met eyes. He looked like he was going to come over but just as he took a step towards me and Sarah, he turned his head as if someone was talking to him. Which someone probably was. He left after giving me an apologetic shrug. My heart stopped pounding in my chest and returned to its normal rate. Disappointment filled me. We had been closer to finally talking to each other than we've ever been before in these past 4 days. 

"He's just busy these days, I'm sure he's going to be free tomorrow." Sarah tried comforting me, seeing my pained expression.

"Maybe." But I highly doubted it. I just wish he would tell me what he was doing. So I wouldn't have to go crazy about what could possibly keep him busy for 4 days.

Showtime

I decided not to watch Harry this time. I wanted to, I really did. I was just too tired. I didn't sleep for 2 days. I couldn't. I laid on the couch in his dressing room. Falling asleep was easier then I thought.

***

I woke up to an empty room. Where was I? I felt groggy. I looked around and saw a note on the desk. I went over and picked it up. Harry's scribbled writing said:

Good morning Lex. You've been asleep for a long time. I had to go out, so sorry I couldn't be with you. There's some money beside this paper, feel free to buy yourself anything you want with it. I'll be back around noon. I promise. Lots of love, Harry. 

Sure enough, there was money beside it. I picked it up.

"Holy-" I gasped. 1000 dollars? How did he even get this much money? I mean, in Atlanta currency. I think it's Atlanta, right? Yeah, it is. I set the money aside. I'm not going to spend his money. 

I took a granola bar from my bag and slowly ate it. 

"What should I do today? Go out, take a walk like I usually do when Harry's not here? Nah, that's too boring. What about... never mind. Ugh, I'm so bored that I've taken on talking to myself." I racked my brain for any ideas I might have. Any GOOD ideas. 

I ended up opening Netflix, watching The Notebook for the thousandth time, then watching My Little Pony. It makes me laugh hearing all their 'friendship is the most powerful magic of all' and 'friendship is magic'. Stupid. Wow, I'm depressing. 

A day went by. Harry didn't keep his promise. He didn't come back around noon. He came 12 hours later at midnight. I couldn't sleep, and was reading Harry's note over and over again. I'm ashamed to say that I had cried when noon passed. I take big to keeping promises. If you promise something to something else, you should do it. I always had promises broken to me in high school. 

Harry's head poked through the door. I quickly dropped the note, closed my eyes and pretended. Thank god I had cried only after noon. Or my cheek would have been wet.

I felt Harry's presence beside me. The note he wrote disappeared from its place on the pillow beside me. Shit, I think I left a tear stain on that. Harry sighed. 

"I'm so sorry, Lex. I wish I had the time I spend with you. What am I saying? I'll make time for you. 4 days... I haven't talked with you for 4 days. I felt horrible. I feel even more horrible for making you cry. I'm such a bad person."

I wanted to tell him that he wasn't a bad person. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't mad at him. I wanted to tell him that we were together now and that's all that matters. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed this. I needed him to reassure me that I wasn't the only one feeling crappy about this. I wanted him beside me forever. 

Stop being selfish, I chided myself.

Some rustling of clothes, then the lights turned off and Harry climbed onto the bed beside me. His arm rested on my hip. I couldn't - I didn't stop myself from turning around until our stomachs were touching. I used my arm to wrap around his neck and snuggled closer to him, enjoying his warmth. He still thought I was sleeping. His arm tightened around me as he buried his face in my hair. 

Minutes passed. I could sense that he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but I was hesitant. 

Another few minutes passed before I finally gathered up my courage and spoke. "Harry." 

He tensed up, then relaxed. He waited long seconds before responding back. "Yes?"

"How was your day?"

"It was good."

"Anything interesting happen?"

"Nope. What about yours?" 

"It was fine. Nothing unusual."

"Cool."

"Harry."

"Yes?"

"Are we going to act like strangers?"

"I don't know."

That hurt me. He doesn't know? I wiggled myself out of his grip and went over to the other bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Strangers don't sleep in the same bed."

"Alexia, you know that's not what I meant."

"Is it not?"

"Lex, please. You're acting like a kid."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to rage. I wanted to stomp my foot on the floor and curse at him. Instead, the anger came out in the form of tears. They slid down my cheek, hitting the cold pillow where Harry should have been. I said no more.

Okay, seriously. What is this? A breakup?, I subconsciously thought.

Why do boys have to be so stupid all the time? Girls are so much smarter. I don't understand why the male is seen as the most important part of a family in many people's eyes. 

My angry thoughts lulled me to sleep.

***

Harry woke me up. Light flooded my eyes and I squinted. Morning already? 

"I'm sorry." He knelt on the bed I was on. I started crying all over again.

I let out a whimper.

"Y-you didn't speak to me for 4 d-days. Not even a 'hi'. You didn't come back at noon. Y-you said 'I don't know' when I asked you if we were going to act like strangers. Th-then you said I was being a child." I sniffled.

"I'm dumb."

"Dumber than a zombie." I piled on.

"Yes."

"More idiotic than tree stump."

"I wouldn't go that far-"

"It was a fact."

Harry grinned and laid on me horizontally, spreading his limbs until he looked like a starfish.

"Harry!" I squealed.

"I'm a tree stump and these are my roots."

"Get off!" I playfully slapped him.

"I don't know what that means."

I tried pushing him off me. He was too heavy.

"You can't push me away. My roots are secured to the ground. You're the dirt."

"Excuse me?! Did you just call me dirt?! I'll have you know I'm a clean and sophisticated women. I have a mansion, I have better clothes than you, I have more friends than you, I have a boyfriend-"

"You're cheating on me?" Harry got up from his 'tree stump' pose and pinned me down.

"No, you're a tree stump. I don't know you."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because I'm your boyfriend."

"I don't date trees. Sorry."

"I'm not a tree stump anymore," Harry pouted.

"Hmm? Then who are you?"

"I'm Harry."

"There are many Harry's in the world."

"I'm your Harry."

The way he said that made my heart race. I wasn't sure if he could feel it since we were practically touching.

"How would I know?"

Harry crashed his lips on mine. It was unexpected, but I'm not complaining. I realized how much I had been craving this. 

Harry pulled away too soon.

"Now do you believe me?"

All I could do was nod. Harry let go of my wrists and laid beside me.

"I missed you." He mumbled.

"Of course you did." I grinned.

"Say you missed me too."

"You missed me too."

"No, say I missed you too."

"You missed me too."

"Meanie."

"I missed you too." 

Harry kissed me. Unlike the last one, this one was soft and sweet. I liked this one too.

"Don't you have stuff to do right now?" I asked. I loved spending time with Harry, but he had his work to do. I couldn't - I shouldn't stop him from doing what he has to do.

"I canceled it all. So we have until the show. Together. Alone."

"As tempting as that sounds, you have other stuff to do."

"No. I'm done with that. I need to spend time with you."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yep." 

Only then did I see that he was only wearing boxers. 

"Do you always wear only those to bed?" I pointed to his black boxers.

"Sometimes I sleep naked. Or fully clothed, depending on if I want to take a nap or actually sleep for the night."

"You better not sleep naked around me," I warned.

"You'll change your mind one day."

I couldn't argue with that. I had a feeling that I would in fact one day let him sleep naked with me beside him. 

My mind somehow drifted back to Meghan.

I wondered how she was doing. She never answers my calls or texts anymore. 

"She's probably fine," Harry said.

"Did I say that out loud? Whoops."

"Do you want to use my phone to text her?"

"Yes, please."

He passed me his phone. 

"The password is 0903. The month is my mum's birth month, October, and the 03 is Gemma's birth date."

I raised an eyebrow. "You would trust me with your password?"

"Of course." 

"Well I guess I should give you my phone's password too. 2439. Nothing of which is related to my family." I tossed him my phone. 

We went on each other's phones for a while. I texted Meghan on Harry's phone and she immediately responded. I was a bit upset as to why she answered 'Harry's' text but not mine. 

Harry: Hi

Meghan: Hey! :)

So I didn't respond back. I turned his phone off and gave it back to him. 

He gave mine back to me. It was open on the Twitter page. I was about to close it but my changed status caught my eye.

'I WANT TO SMELL HARRY STYLES' UNDERWEAR AND LICK IT AND SUFFOCATE IN IT.' was what it said.

"I kinda like that. Yeah. I like it." I smiled and put aside my phone.

"You like everything I do."

"You wish," I snorted.

"No, I know."

Someone pounded on the door.

"FIRE!" The person shouted. 

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