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?


20. Chapter 20

Alexia's POV

At first, I was really nervous. More nervous than Harry when he was going to meet my mum. But then we picked her up, I talked to her and I loosened up. We made jokes on the whole car ride, and even through lunch. Anne and I watched Harry on stage from behind the curtains. 

"Majestic, isn't he?" I said.

"You should see how clumsy he was as a child. I'll show you some pictures sometime."

"Please do."

Anne laughed. We continued to watch Harry, sometimes having little conversations, but mostly just admiring how alluring he looked. Well, that's me. I doubt Anne would find Harry alluring in the way that I did, or that would be disgusting. Anne even had a few tears in her eyes. I can't imagine how proud she must be. If my son were Harry, I'd be crying everyday just thinking of how my little baby's all grown up. Quite frankly, I'm glad I'm not his mum because then I wouldn't have had the chance to date him. 

After the gig, Harry came backstage. He hugged Anne. I reached out my hand. Anne stared at it as if it were foreign to her. For a moment, I thought I was going to be rejected. Then Anne pulled me into a huge hug. I squeezed her back. 

"Thank you for taking such good care of Harry," she whispered into my ear.

"Well, thank you for raising him into who he is now." 

We said our goodbyes, Harry gave her his car keys, and she went back home.

I turned to Harry. There was something off about his expression, it wasn't like it usually was; happy or neutral. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope." He smiled. I know him well enough to know that he was faking it.


Stockholm, Sweden 

We entered the hotel room.

"You're horrible!" I laughed.

Harry's smile widened into a grin. "What else could I do?" 

The door closed, and we awkwardly stood behind it. My back almost against it and Harry covering my way, I stayed where I was (obviously). I looked up at him about to make joke to lessen the awkwardness only to realize that he was crying. I stepped a tiny step closer to him and held him as he quietly sobbed. I had never seen him cry unless it was that time in Paris with the boy or we broke up. Of course, those break ups never lasted for long.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked when he had cooled down.

Harry sniffled. The sound made me want to cry. "S-seeing my mum made me remember Robin. Of course, I'll always remember him, but it just hurt more than it had before. I've tried to keep it in for so long, I don't know if I can anymore. I-I know, I'm weak." 

I squeezed him sympathetically. "You're strong, Harry," I whispered.

"Are you going to leave me too?" He whimpered. A tear escaped my eye, but it was nothing compared to his stream of salty water. 

"Not until you tell me to."

"I'm afraid."

I stayed silent, a cue for him to continue.

"That if you really see who I really am, behind the singer cover, you'll realize that you actually didn't like me."

I thought about it for a minute before I spoke. "I already have seen it, and I love it."

Harry pulled back and wiped his tears away. "Sorry."

"Don't be. It's a natural thing to be sad."

"Also for getting your hair wet."

"That? Oh, I can wash it later. Don't worry, I can get you back one day." 

Harry slowly leaned in. I stared at his lips, his perfect, plump lips, and almost went limp. You know that thing they say in books and stuff about your legs feeling like jelly? Well, mine didn't exactly feel like jelly, but close enough. Luckily there was a door behind me. My heart fluttered and thumped in my chest. This happens every time before we kiss, so I don't know why I'm still not used to it. After what seemed like a million years, his lips finally met mine and we shared a kiss. His tongue licked my lip, asking for entry. Which I allowed. He explored my mouth once again, except this time, we didn't have a battle. I wasn't complaining though, I quite liked the feeling of his tongue brushing against mine every few seconds. Was that cheesy? Or nah? Thoughts rushed through my mind but at the same time, all I could focus on was him. His scent, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his hair (which I was softly combing my fingers through now, though I'm not sure why), just everything about him.

Harry pulled away.

I closed my eyes out of pleasure. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"I don't know, why?"

"It didn't because you kissed it and then it fainted and then a car came over and crushed it."

Harry chuckled. "Ooo, sad."

"I know."

Harry kissed me one more time.

Harry's POV

I needed a distraction. I must admit, I really wanted to have sex with Alexia. But it felt wrong to use her to distract me from my own problems, especially like that. That's not how I was taught to treat woman. They deserve to be treated with respect, just as men did for centuries. And Alexia... oh, she deserved more than being treated with respect. She deserved to be treated like a queen. To have everyone worship her and whatever queens get (which I don't know since I'm not royalty, of course). Did we even ever have our second date? I don't think so. Well, I should ask her if she wants to go to lunch with me. Wait, no. That's too basic. We should go-

Alexia's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Harry. Earth to Harry, you there?"  

"Huh? Yeah. So... how would you like to go to the Bahamas for our second date?"

"To do what?"

"Harbour Island, a beach."

"Another beach? Great!" Alexia grinned.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Nope, I love beaches. Wearing clothes can get so tiring, covering up your body and stuff. But at beaches, all I have to do is wear a bikini!"

"You're weird."

"Tell me something I don't already know."

I snickered.

"What?" Alexia looked at me, confused.

"That's a lyric in my song."

She blinked. "You're even more weird."

"Pack your stuff and I'll book the tickets."

"You got it dude!" Alexia referenced Michelle from Full House.


I'd say our second date was a success. After the beach, we went scuba diving. Then we went to another place (I don't remember any of the places names) where we swam with dolphins. Since we were in the water most of the day, I took her to a indoor skydiving place. Nothing bad happened like they had on our first date. And it only took a day.

"That was awesome!" Alexia exclaimed. She flopped down on the bed in our hotel room back in Stockholm. "But I'm famished. Aren't you?"

"I'm still not famished."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Great choice of words." 

I did the action of flipping my hair. "I know."

"Have you ever wondered what turtles do inside their shell? I mean like, if they're in their shells, hiding from predators, do they just see darkness? Or if they have carvings or something inside their shells?" Alexia ditched staring at the ceiling to look at me.

Was she crazy? In a good way, of course. My question must have shown in my look because Alexia asked, "What?"

I grinned. "Nothing."

She looked back at the ceiling.

Clare said, "Do you like cheese?"

"What kind of question is that?" Mitch asked.

"Well since we're asking weird questions, I thought why not ask one myself."

Adam pointed at himself, Sarah, Mitch, Clare, and me. "We're not asking weird questions." He then gestured to Alexia, who seemed really focused on the ceiling. "She is."

I raised my hand. "I'll gladly start. Why are words pronounced the way they are? I mean, we could pronounce Neptune as ahdula. Who even made the alphabet up?"

Mitch gasped. "Oh no, we've lost him to the dark side!"

Alexia spoke. "Whatever happened to Sydney?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I should call her. Wait, I don't have her number. Maybe you could call her!" 

Alexia turned to me with a bewildered look on her features. 


"And why, exactly, would you want me to call her?"

I was utterly confused. Why was she so upset? "To make sure she's okay."

Clare gave her a sympathetic look. Sarah winced. "Um, maybe we should take Alexia to the bar downstairs. Don't worry, we won't get drunk."

After the girls left, I sat down on the bed beside the boys. "Do you understand girls?"

"Not one bit," they chorused.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one."

Alexia's POV

Sarah sighed. "Guys are idiots, aren't they?"

"Definitely," I agreed.

"Here." Clare offered me her drink.

I gladly accepted. Then I paused mid-drink. "This doesn't have alcohol in it, right?"

"It's just orange juice."

I took a gulp, then gave it back to Clare. "They're so insensitive and stubborn."

Clare shook her head. "I can't believe he said that."

"Wait... how do you guys even know Sydney?"

"Harry told us."

"Ah." I nodded.

"But, Harry's just a guy. In fact, he's got to be the nicest guy anyone's ever met. You got to give him some credit for that," Sarah said.

"Very true."

"You ready to go back now? I'm sure Harry would be missing you."

"It's barely been an hour. I'm sure Harry's fine."

Harry's POV

I groaned. "Where's Alexia? I miss her! Do you think she's safe?"

Adam patted my back. "She's probably still in the bar."

"How can someone be in a bar for an hour?"

Mitch raised an eyebrow. "For one, there are drinks, music, food, dancing, and for most girls, hot guys."

"But this is a bar in the hotel, I bet no one's even there except for them and a few others."

"You never know."

"What if there really are hot guys there? What if she dumps me for one of them?"

"Dude, if she truly loves you, she won't even notice any guy," Adam said.

"Dude? Who uses that anymore?" Mitch chuckled.

I piped up. "Well, I use 'man'."

"You two are both lame."

"Why thank you."

Alexia, Sarah, and Clare barged in. "We're back boys!" 

I didn't want Alexia to know I was missing her like crazy so I put on my best poker face and waved. "Hello."

Alexia disappeared to the bathroom. Everyone else continued the conversation but all I could do was think about Alexia. Once she returned, she looked at me for a long time. I only stared back.

"The food down in the bar is actually really good. You guys wanna go there for dinner?" Clare asked.

"Sure," Adam shrugged.

Halfway out the door, Mitch turned around. "You people coming?"

We both shook our heads, our gaze not moving.

"Okay." They closed the door lightly behind them. 

"So..." I trailed off.

"So..." she repeated.

I didn't realize she was coming towards me until she tripped and fell on me, lips connecting. It flashed me back to our first kiss together, when she had also fell on me. Oh wait, that was me who fell onto her. Whatever, they both included falling on each other. I guess it was all a bit different from our first kiss because this time, she started to kiss me. My eyes fluttered close and I automatically kissed her back. She tugged on my shoulders, signalling me to get up. Without breaking the kiss, I happily obliged. She guided me somewhere.

"Where are we going?" I mumbled against her lips.

"You'll see."

I felt my shoes touch tiles, meaning we were in the bathroom. What were we doing in here? My question was soon answered. I fell and water splashed all over me. It took a minute for my brain to comprehend that Alexia had pushed me into the bathtub, that was filled with water. That must have been why she was in the bathroom for so long. Well, at least I wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Lex!" I whined.

She smiled in satisfaction. "That phrase, 'revenge is sweet', is so true." 

"At least help me up."

"I know that trick. I ain't falling for that."

I stood up on the floor of the bathroom, water dripping from every part of my body. I stepped forward with my arms wide. My lips contorted to a smirk. Alexia's eyes widened but before she could run away, I embraced her into a wet hug.

"Harry! I'm going to get you for that!" 

She chased me around the room and finally tackled me to the floor. 

I stroked her cheeks. "So you forgive me?"

She nodded. "Mhm."


She kissed me. This time, it was as if she was pouring all her emotions into this kiss, and I felt every single one of them. Sadness, anger, jealousy. But also joy, excitement, and love. And all that love was aimed at me.

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