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?


22. Chapter 22

Alexia's POV

Harry was gone today as well. Meghan wasn't here, so I had hung out with Brandon. I've always kind of thought Brandon had a crush on me, and my suspicions were proven correct this afternoon.


We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie on my laptop. I had my head on his shoulder. He suddenly started stroking my hair, like Harry does. It was so much better when Harry did it though.

"What are you doing?" I laughed and scooted away from him.

He began tracing an invisible pattern on my arm. "You're very pretty, do you know that?"

"Um, thanks?"

Brandon then grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer, one of his hands going underneath my shirt and the other one down my legs. It then went up, stopping at my inner thighs. "I can do better than him."

I assumed 'him' meant Harry. I quickly slapped his arm and stood up, making his hands return to his lap. "Get out."

"Lex, I can! I can be around you more! You won't have to travel across the world to get to me!"

"Get out." I repeated, this time more firm.

Brandon sighed. "I'll be here when you need me."

Flashback over

After that, I sat on my couch and wondered what he saw in me. What anyone saw in me. I mean, there are plenty of other girls out there, why me? I think I was putting on some weight, I'd better go to the gym soon. For the rest of the day, I sat on the couch being useless. I didn't eat lunch. The only times I got up was when I needed the bathroom. Not even when my stomach grumbled. I don't know why, but I was in a pretty bad bad mood. The only thing that could snap me out of it was Harry. As if the gods (if they really existed, I'm not religious, but I'm not an atheist either) could read my thoughts, someone knocked on the door. And sure enough, it was Harry.

"Hi, love." He pulled me in for a hug.

I let him in. "Hey. Where were you?"

"It's a secret. Angel, was someone here?"

"Um," I hesitated. Should I tell him? What if he gets mad? How'd he find out anyways? "No."

"Really? Why does the couch and you smell like cologne?"

"It uh, must be you!"

"I only just got here. Haven't even sat down. Plus, I don't wear that cologne. Let me smell you, please?"

I looked at him weird but nodded. His nose went all across my body. 

He crossed his arms. "Your hair, waist, and legs are the most strong. And the couch."

"Harry, it's fine."

"No it's not, because that means someone touched you there."

"Well you smell like perfume." I pointed out. I think... daisy. Yeah, daisy scented perfume.

"I'll tell you what I've been doing if you tell me what you've been doing," Harry compromised. 

I thought about lying, but I just couldn't. Not to Harry. "Brandon, do you know him? That guy who was walking down the streets with me and doing kung fu or whatever? Anyways, he came over, apparently had a crush on me, grabbed me by my waist and rubbed his hand over my legs. Don't worry, I stopped him and told him to get out."

"Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Like I said, it's fine, I'm fine. Now your turn."

"The girl was helping me pick out this." Harry pulled out a box from his pocket and got on his knees. "I am madly in love with you, Alexia Marie Roberts. I don't want you to leave me, and I don't want to leave you. I promise to be by your side whenever you need me, and even when you don't. I promise I'll be there to hug you, to kiss you, to wipe away your tears, to jump up and down with you, to make a fool of myself for you, and to make you smile when you're down. I promise to be your light when everything is dark and nothing is right anymore. So I want to give you this promise ring, a promise that I will love you forever." 

​It was only then did I notice he already had a new ring on.

"I love you too!" I got down on my knees too and threw my arms around him. Fat, warm tears slid down my cheeks. Harry laughed. I could swear I heard a twinge of relief. He put the ring on my fourth finger of my left hand, where a marriage ring usually goes. I admired it. It had a diamond heart and on the inside of the sliver band was the carving 'a promise is forever' with an infinity symbol. Today, I wasn't wearing the earrings that Liam gave me, but I was still wearing the necklace from Harry. "I promise to always love you too. You have a thing for carvings, don't you?"

"I guess you could say that. If you want a design on the band, I could go back and get you a new one-"

"I love this. I prefer the simple things in life."

Harry wiped my tears away. 

"I thought I was going to be rejected," he admitted.

"How could anyone ever reject you?"

"Well, my ex-girlfriends from when I was young-"

I pressed my index finger to his lips. "Don't you know? Never talk about your exes in front of your current girlfriend."

He took my finger off his lips and we stood up, only to sit back down on the couch with me on his lap. "Sorry angel."

"What's up with the new nickname?"

"It fits you, doesn't it?" 

A blush crept onto my cheeks. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Don't I always?" 

I quickly grabbed my jacket and then we were off. We went on a trail. The trail circled around a lake, and since it was sunset, the colours reflected in the water. 

Harry's POV

We walked a bit slower than normal pace. Alexia kept looking at the lake but I couldn't help staring at her hair. The way the sunlight bounced off it, making it shine, was just... angelic. Never have I ever met a girl who 'prefers the simple things in life'. And although her stubbornness drove me insane, it was irresistible. Maybe that's why calling her angel sounds so right. My eyes flickered to the ring on her finger and I grinned proudly. This stunning angel was mine and I was hers.

"I like your ring." Your ring. The words tasted like sugar on my tongue. 

She played along. "Thanks, my boyfriend picked it out." 

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"No one you need to know."

I leaned in to kiss her but she leaned back, avoiding it.

"Meanie." I poked her nose.

She responded by giving a little growl and lightly biting my finger, holding it hostage between her teeth.

"You know, that could be my bottom lip." I winked.

Alexia let go of my finger. "No thanks."

She noticed something behind me and jogged over to it. "Aw, look! It's a Holly Blue!"

"What the heck is that?" I peered over her shoulder. Which I didn't have to do for much longer since she knelt down. It was a butterfly. "How do you know?"

"I studied butterflies one time in my life. The black spots on it's underwings distinguish it from a Common Blue."

"I'll just pretend I know what you're saying."

The butterfly flew into Alexia's open hands. It did a little turn, as if it was modelling itself for her. "You're beautiful," Alexia whispered. The butterfly let Alexia gently stroke its wings.

I was mind blown. What else could this woman do? She gets a butterfly -  a BUTTERFLY - to let her touch it. I stood aside while Alexia had a 'conversation' with it. It was more like a one-sided conversation, but the butterfly seemed to understand everything Alexia was saying.


"Gods, Louis. I think I met an angel," I said to Louis on the phone. Alexia was in the shower.

"Was that supposed to be a pun?"

"That'd be the worst pun ever if it were."

"True. So, who's the 'angel'? Let me guess, Alexia." He said it more like a statement than a question.

"You don't understand, she was like, communicating with a butterfly."

"What? Well, it could just be that butterflies can understand English and just never listened to humans and this one just felt a connection to Alexia."

Impossible. I suppose it's just as impossible as my theory though. "It might be, I guess."

"You think whatever you think. She might be an angel. Who knows?"

"Good job on your show, by the way. It was amazing."

"Thanks. You like life on tour again?"

"Well, seeing the fans is the best part. Singing is fun too, I'm just really tired these days."

"Harry's getting old!" Louis teased.

"Oh, shut up. I just mature faster than you."

"Hey, having a young soul has its benefits."

"It sure does." I heard Alexia's footsteps getting louder and louder. "Got to go, Lou. Talk to you later?"

"Of course."

We hung up at the same time.

"How was your shower?" I asked. I was about to ask her why she was only in a towel, but she answered that before I could.

"I forgot to bring my pjs with me in the bathroom," Alexia explained. 

She dropped the towel right in front of me, not giving me a order or anything to look away. I knew I should have closed my eyes, but I couldn't help but stare at all her perfections. The way her waist curved in just slightly enough to make her look as sexy as ever but not enough to make her an 'hourglass figure', which I loved. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. She was just right. The birthmark on her back just above her hip in the shape of a star. She had a tattoo in the shape of a guitar on her arm upper arm. It was really detailed. I hadn't asked her about it the other times I saw it, and I was really curious of why such a detailed guitar,

so I asked, "Why did you decide to get a guitar tattoo? And why so detailed?"

She answered while she got dressed. "Like you probably know, I'm a daddy's girl. He and I would always play the guitar together, so that's why I got a tattoo of that, for memories sake. For the detailed part, well, if you're going to get a tattoo and go through that much pain, might as well get a good one. It's not like I'm planning to get another one anytime soon."

I looked down at my armful of tattoos. "It's not that painful."

"Says you." Alexia now had a oversized white shirt - my white shirt - on. When did she get that?

"I see you've made my shirt into your pjs."

"Mhm," she shrugged.

Well, at least she gets a piece of me with her at night. That knowledge was in a weird way, relaxing. Alexia crawled onto my lap. While she read her book, I went on my phone and texted Niall. He said he was good and that he missed me. We exchanged MANY jokes. All I thought were pretty funny so I shared one with Alexia.

"Did you hear about the constipated mathematician?" I paused. "He worked his problem out with a pencil. A number 2 pencil. Ba dum tssshhh!" I imitated the drum sounds that sometimes play after a joke in a cartoon.

Alexia rolled her eyes and returned back to her book, changing her position so she could lean her shoulder on my chest.

"You have to admit, it was funny." 

She put her book down and I knew she wasn't going to read it anymore. "Dream all you want, big boy."

"What can I say? I'm a dreamer."

"So am I." Her eyes drifted off someplace far away from here and I had a feeling that I was no longer part of the conversation, the no longer existent conversation. 

I looked at her. Like, really really looked at her. Not just at her outside, but on the inside too, if that even makes sense. Though her face was blank, her eyes held too much emotion. Grief, anger, regret, fear, wonder, love, indignation, self-pity, uncertainty, and helplessness. I was immersed by her eyes, and suddenly, it was like we were one. I felt everything she felt. It was more than painful. I wanted tell her that everything was okay, but I knew that wasn't how Alexia worked. To her, a simple hug could communicate more than any words ever could. So that's what I did. I held her until she could be strong again.


I wondered what she meant by 'so am I'. Was she like me? Dreaming of the impossible? What did she wish for? So many questions clouded my head. I was supposed to be asleep, but it just wouldn't come. I even tried snuggling close to Alexia and lightly tracing random patterns on her arm which usually would have lulled me to sleep. Not this time. I tried again for some time, and when sleep still didn't come, I stood up and wandered the apartment. I didn't try any of the doors, just in case behind one was Meghan's room. I sat down on one of the stools around the island, propped my chin on the palm of my hand, and began daydreaming while fiddling with the new addition to my mini collection of rings on my fingers.

"Morning," Alexia said.

"Hey. It's morning already?"

"Yeah. How long were you awake?"

"I don't know. Half and hour? An hour?"

She yawned. "I'm so tired."

"Then go back to sleep."

"I can't. I have work starting noon. If I sleep, I won't be able to wake up on time."

"Stay here, please?" I know that was selfish of me to ask but I just really wanted to be with Alexia.

I pulled her towards me. She laughed. It didn't sound like bells. It sounded way better. "As much as I would love to, you know I can't. Don't you have something to attend anyways?"

I nearly smacked my face. "Shit."

Alexia's POV

Harry left in a hurry. After I got ready for the day, I looked in my fridge for anything to make breakfast out of. Things I saw: eggs, bell peppers, leftover pizza, leftover cake, tomatoes, oranges, microwavable macaroni cheese, bacon, ham, apples, lettuce, hummus, and spinach. I could make omelettes. I took out the eggs, bell peppers, tomatoes, bacon, ham, and spinach. I made two servings, one for me and one for Meghan. Hopefully she would wake up before it gets cold. She didn't. I had finished mine, and I ate VERY slowly. It was more of a brunch, I guess. Quickly scribbling a note that said her omelette was in the fridge and sticking that to the fridge door, I hurried out in order to make it in time for work. 

While I was making drinks, I thought about my plan for the day. At least, for the rest of the day. Finish work. Visit Mum in hospital. Stay the night at her house. I call it her house because it's technically not mine, and I don't call it home either since my apartment is my home. 

I didn't get to do any of those stuff. Instead, Meghan whisked us away to Canada. I just don't understand why I'm always informed at the last minute. 

This is what I got from Meghan: "Sorry. You're just too irrelevant to be remembered."


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