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?


18. Chapter 18

Alexia's POV

October 28

I was peacefully reading on my couch. I still haven't finished that book about the sirens. I got a call from my sister, Elizabeth. Over the days I've been back home, I've been calling my parents a lot more. I tried calling Elizabeth, but she was always too 'busy'. 

"Alexia! How are you?" I could tell she wanted something.


"So... how's life?"

"It's been fine."

"Is everything cool? Okay? Good? Perfect?"

"Just get to the point, Lizzie."

"Fine. I need you to give me money."

"How much?"



"I have a high school reunion and need to get really good dress."

"Why do you need 1000?"

"I also need a wedding dress."

"What? Why? Does Mum know?"

"No, I'm not actually getting married," Elizabeth said, exasperated. "We're putting on a play where I'm supposed to be the bride."

"There's going to be a play in your high school reunion?" 

"We're original."

"I'll transfer some into your bank account."

"Thank you!"

Then she was gone. I didn't get much time to dwell on her rudeness because Meghan called me.


"Alexia, you have to search up #RespectHarry on Twitter." 

Then Meghan was also gone. I followed her instructions. 

Stuff like 'it's not okay to touch Harry inappropriately. He's a human, not an object' and stuff like that came up. These all happened before Harry preformed in Paris. That would make sense since I wasn't on social media for a while. I picked a video. It was in slow-mo. I saw Harry get on his knees and someone touching his crotch. He automatically pushed them away and stood up. 


"I figured it wasn't important."

"So you count someone touching you inappropriately against your consent 'not important?'"

"You touched my dick too."

"That was when you had a boner. I couldn't resist. It's not everyday you see someone having an erection."

"Stop teasing me about that," Harry whined.

"I can't believe you were sexually harassed. As much as I want to hurt that girl because that's so disgusting and rude, it's kind of hilarious." 

Harry laughed.

"I miss you," I said.

"Open the door."

I obeyed. Harry stood there with a pink carnation and white rose in his hand, woven together by their stems.

"Hello, love." 

"Harry!" I wrapped him in a hug.

He stepped in. I almost forgot to close the door in the excitement of seeing him. We flopped down on the couch.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"So welcoming," Harry sarcastically said. "I'm preforming here. Well, not exactly here. But in London. I uh, got you this rose. You said it was your favourite flower and I wanted to show you that you were my favourite person. The carnation is my favourite flower (A/N: I don't actually know if that's true)."

Wow, so Meghan got us tickets in Paris instead of a place closer to home.

"Thank you. They're beautiful. Oh, and I have something for you too."

I gestured for him to stay here while I quickly went to my room and grabbed the locket I bought for him. I had also stuck a picture of me in it. I had a matching one with a picture of him in it instead.

"I got this for you. It took me forever to get the picture in it because I'm way too clumsy for an average human being. I have a matching one." I showed him the necklace around my neck. I snuggled close to him and he rested his hand on my stomach, his arm curling around my hip.

Harry opened his locket and grinned. "Thank you! You're the best."

"I'm sorry I didn't get you a diamond necklace or something like that, I just figured you didn't really need one. Not that you needed a locket, but you know, I um..." I looked up to see Harry fondly gazing at me. "What?"

"Have I ever told you I love you?"

"Yes, but you could say it again."

"I love you. I don't want a diamond necklace or whatever, I have no use for it. This is perfect. Now whenever I'm sad I'll look at it and I'll be cured."

"Aw, don't be sad."

"I'll try."

"How much would you give up for love? To truly love someone and that person to truly love you back." It was something I had been thinking of for a couple of days.

"I already have it." Harry kissed my forehead.

"But say you didn't have me."

Harry paused to think. "Everything."


"Wouldn't you?"

I thought about it for a bit. Would I? I mean, when I was little I would always dream of finding love. That dream lasted until I found Evan, who I thought was my first love. Then after we broke up, I just kind of gave up. It felt empty. Like a part of me was missing, like there was a hole somewhere in my heart. Even Evan couldn't fix up that hole. He might have filled it up a little, but not fully. And once he left, that hole just got bigger. Only when Harry came along did I know what I needed to be okay again, to have my eyes shine and my laughter real. "Yeah."

"What do you want for lunch?"

I didn't get a chance to respond because someone knocked on the door.

When I opened it, 3 excited faces greeted me.

"Hey!" I smiled.

Mitch, Sarah, and Clare waved simultaneously. Mitch was the one who talked first. "We followed Harry here. Hope we aren't interrupting anything."

"You followed me?!" Harry shook his head in bewilderment.

"We had nothing better to do," Sarah shrugged.

Clare rolled her eyes. "They dragged me along."

"Come in!" I opened the door wider and they all piled in. "Where's Adam?" 

Mitch shrugged. "He's out with some girl. Wouldn't tell us who."

Mitch and Harry went to talk about something.

The girls got all serious. "You left us with a depressed Harry."

"What do you mean?"

Clare explained. "When you left Harry that day, he got all depressed. I was quite scared. He wasn't eating anything - at least, I don't think so. All he did was sit on that bed and stare at an empty wall."

Sarah said, "We're so glad your back together again though. You never come see us!"

"I'm usually always with Harry." 

"We should do something with just us girls."

"Where would we go?"

"What about the mall?" Clare suggested.

"Let's go then. Now!" Sarah giddy jumped up and down.

"You act like a child."

I quickly grabbed my purse from my bedroom, overhearing a part of the boy's conversation. They spoke in hushed voices. It went something like:

"When are you going to tell her?" Mitch said.

"I can't tell her about Melanie!" Harry hissed.

"It'll only make it worse if you don't. She'll be really hurt if she finds out from someone else, or something else."

"Nobody was there, I'm sure of it. Plus, she'd still be hurt if I told her."

"She'd probably be less mad at you!"

That's all I heard. I decided to forget about it for now.


After we got back, I had at least 15 bags. Mitch, Sarah, and Clare left. I told Mitch and Harry that if they wanted they could stay here, but I never thought they'd actually be here for this long. It was about 11 am when we left, and it was 3 pm when we came back.

Harry's eyes widened a little. "Wow, how much clothes do you have there?"

"Hey, the other girls had about 25."

"How did you carry them all for that long?"

"No idea."

Harry's phone rang. "Hello?... Melanie, why are you calling me?... I got to go, bye." 

Melanie... that person he was talking about earlier with Mitch. "Who's Melanie?" I asked.

"Uh, just a girl." Harry's eyes wouldn't meet mine.

I raised an eyebrow and scooched closer to him on the couch. "I heard a bit of your conversation, you know."

"You did?"

"Who's 'she'?" I desperately hoped that the answer wouldn't be what I was thinking.

Harry sighed. "You."

Damn it. 

"So what do you not want to tell me?"

Harry hesitated. Then with his head hung low, he said, "I kissed her and almost had sex with her. We got up to the bedroom before I realized what was happening."

"What?" My voice was eerily calm.

"It was a one time thing! I was upset and alone so Mitch and Adam took me to the bar. I got a bit drunk and her face looked so much like yours under the dim lights."


"After that show in Paris."

"Did you like it?"

"No, not at all. It was nothing compared to your kisses."

He cheated on me. Even though this was so much less worse than what Evan did, it hurt so much more.

"Alexia?" Harry's fingers gently touched my arm. I didn't jerk away.

Usually in cases like these, the girl would kick the boy out, but I needed him here. Ironic, isn't it? I needed the comfort of the presence of the same man who willingly kissed another girl.

Harry wrapped me in his arms and held me tightly as I curled up into a ball on his lap. Warm, salty tears slid down my cheeks. They didn't get too far down because Harry would wipe them away. 

"Was I not good enough?" 

"No! No, you're more than enough-"

"Men suck." Sobs escaped my lips.

Eventually I finished crying and wiped my nose. "You should go and get ready for your show."

Harry nodded, understanding that I wanted to be alone. He gave me a heartbreaking look before walking out the door. 

I groaned in frustration. Why is my life so hard? All I wanted was a peaceful and nice relationship. I guess relationships aren't supposed to be like that, though I wished they were.

But... would I honestly like it if nothing went wrong? If nothing exciting happened? I don't know.


The next day

I was with Harry and the rest of his band at a park. In the last hour that I was alone with him, he kept trying to apologize and I would keep finding excuses to talk about something else. I stood next to him just like I always did but this time, I kept a little distance between us. I think everyone noticed because they kept giving us curious looks, except for Mitch who pieced everything together and simply ignored the fact that we weren't acting like our usual selves.

My phone interrupted the banter going on with Sarah and Adam. It was Niall. I excused myself from the group.


"Hi. Sorry, I was busy and just noticed you called me last night. What was it you wanted to talk about?" Niall sounded out of breath.

"Your album, of course! Niall, it's amazing! My favourite is probably The Tide."

Niall's laughter rang in my ear. "Thank you."

"You have you play it someday for me in person."

"Remind me."

"Isn't it weird to buy your album and have your face stare at you intensely?"

"I guess, but is it more weird than Harry's?"

"Don't tell me you don't want to reach into that photo and touch his back."

Niall laughed again, making me giggle. "You're crazy."

"Am I?"


"So... how's tour going for you?"

"Oh, it's great. The fans are just so nice to me, I don't deserve them."

Harry said that once.

"Yes you do. You have a gorgeous personality, and face, if I'm being honest."

"Thanks, but not as pretty as you." 

I laughed. "Thank you."

Harry's hand rubbed my arm. I turned around, about to tell him to go away but halted. Unlike his gentle gesture, his eyes showed a different story. They were a tiny bit darker than usual. Was he mad?

I sighed. "I gotta go, bye Niall." 


Then I glared at Harry. "What do you want?"

He silently dragged me away, only pausing to say goodbye to everyone else. I followed him, also silently.

We walked back my apartment. Harry let me go once the door was closed. 

"Why were you flirting with Niall?" He angrily said.

"What do you mean? I wasn't flirting with him! And why were you eavesdropping on our phone call?"

"Never-mind that. You were flirting with him! 'Gorgeous personality, and face, if I'm being honest'." Harry imitated my voice. Well, tried.

"Yeah, I did say that! So I can't give compliments to anyone else but you?! God, I can't believe you're jealous!"

"I'm not jealous!"  

"You call this 'not jealous'? What do you call jealous then?"

"This is not about me, this is about you-"

"Don't you try with that 'this is not about me, it's about you' stuff! Harry, you're so stubborn! Get out."


"Get out!"

Harry and I had a staring contest. Finally, he turned around and stormed out of my apartment. I took a deep breath. 

"Something I missed?"

I whirled around to see Meghan standing there.

"Oh! You're here."

"Yeah. So what's up with you and Harry? I thought you guys made up."

I filled Meghan in once we were on the couch.

"Do you think we went too fast?"

"Definitely. But love can happen any time. What were your thoughts when you first saw Harry?"

"I was mind-blown at how a guy could look so good. I knew I knew him from somewhere, but for some reason, my stupid brain couldn't place who he was."

"Okay. What were your thoughts after you guys talked?"

"He was just so nice, you know? He still is. When he asked me to go back to his hotel room with him, I was surprised. And when I bumped into him, fell down, and blacked out, he stayed with me in the hospital until I was ready to leave. Which wasn't long, but still. Anyways, why are you asking me this?"

"Hold on." Meghan walked out of the room. She came back with her laptop.

"Watch this." She handed me the laptop. It was a video of Harry. A compilation of Harry's funny moments on stage when he was still in One Direction.

As I watched the video, my smile grew wider with each clip.

Once it was finished, I turned to give the laptop back to Meghan, but she was gone. In her place was a note.

Fighting is just a part of love, Lex.

I looked around. Where'd she go? I couldn't have been that immersed in the video, could I? I closed her laptop, placed it on the table, and laid on the couch in a comfortable position.

For the rest of the day, I hung out in my apartment. Sometimes I would text my friends, and other times I would cook just for fun. By the end of the day, I had SO many batches of cookies. I wasn't even hungry and I didn't feel like calling anyone over. They probably had their own stuff to do. In the end, I texted Brandon to come. He and I have been texting sometimes since I gave him my number at Starbucks. We even met a few times. He had a little sister named Sabrina who I loved to play with, she was just the sweetest. He himself wasn't bad, once you got to know him.

"Wow," Brandon said as he walked into the kitchen.

"I cook or bake when I'm upset."

"What made you this upset?" 

"I had a fight with my boyfriend."

He nodded understandingly. "Ah."

"You don't have to eat anything."

"I'll take a cookie. 'Cause I'm a fat bitch."

"Are you kidding me? Look at you." I laughed as I got him a few cookies. 

"Shall we take a walk, m'lady? Then I can burn off the fat I gained eating these."

"Your logic... kind of makes sense, actually."

"What can I say? I'm a smart person." Brandon tapped his forehead. 

"Let me go change and we can go."

"Do you girls have to change for everything?" He rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." 

I got dressed in a hoodie, jeans, and my Nikes.



Brandon yelped when I slapped him on the bum.

We walked down the streets like we owned them. Sometimes Brandon would flash smiles at some girls and they would blush and rush off. We told each other embarrassing moments that happened when we were young. Each story came with us laughing like maniacs afterwards. We practiced kung fu, which ended up with me accidentally kicking Brandon in the dick. 

Instead of saying sorry, I laughed in his face. "This is what you get when you suggest doing kung fu."

We ignored all the stares that came our way. I haven't felt this carefree in forever. It felt really good. 

I was leaning on Brandon for support. We were laughing too much. Brandon could barely walk, let alone keep me from falling.

All the laughter slipped away from me when we passed this guy. Though he was wearing sunglasses, I could tell it was Harry. And he was looking at us. 

"Can we go back now?" I asked Brandon, suddenly feeling a little nauseous. 


Brandon dropped me off at my apartment, then left. I crashed on my bed.

Harry's POV

I told Liam about what happened today.

"You're definitely jealous," he said over the phone.

"I am not jealous!" I groaned. "Fine. Yes, I am jealous."

"But you love her, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Then you should trust her. I've seen the way she looks at you. She really does love you too. It hurts when someone you care about doesn't trust you."

"Okay, but what about that guy she was with? She was leaning on his shoulder and laughing! You should have been there, Liam. Her laugh, it sounded so nice. How come I was never able to make her laugh like that?"

"Maybe that was what Alexia felt when you were with Sydney. You did laugh quite a lot then, Harry."

"We're over that."

"Some feelings linger, even if you don't realize it."

It felt like someone punched me in the stomach, over and over again, and all the wind was knocked out of me. Was this what she felt back in Paris? Because this felt like hell.

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