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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23. Chapter 23

Alexia's POV

I was shivering. Meghan was shivering. Minutes of walking like that went by before I remembered we brought jackets. I wore mine, and then Meghan followed my actions. 

"H-how long are we here for again?" I asked.

Meghan stopped blowing on her hands to answer me. "A week. Well, 6 days now." 

"Want to go to Tim Hortons?"

"Where's that?"

"Behind you."

Meghan turned. "Yes, please!"

The last time I had been to Tim Hortons was more than a year ago. I preferred Starbucks, but Tims was equally good. We ordered 2 French Vanilla lattes and 2 chocolate chip cookies. We sat down after getting the food and drinks. While I munched on my cookie, Meghan explained some stuff about the trip.

"Well, I wanted to get out of England and go someplace hotter-"

"So you decided to pick Canada?"

"My first choice was Australia, but then I had this really big craving for poutine and I wanted to get it from its origin."

"We aren't in Quebec."

"I'm not good at French. You are. What am I supposed to do if we get spread apart?"

"Well, here we are. Ottawa. You want to go sightseeing tomorrow?"

"Walking? In this weather? Yuck."

"We'll be indoors most of the time."

"No way. I only came here for food and relaxation. There's so much pressure back home with my family and stuff." Though Meghan's lips stayed in a smile, her eyes flickered with worry.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe another time."

***

While Meghan was showering, Harry called me.

"You would not believe what happened to me today."

I absent-mindedly twirled a strand of my hair around my finger. "What happened?"

"This little boy, around 8 years old, had came up to me and asked me what it felt knowing a girl likes you."

"What does it feel like?"

"Honestly, it feels a bit reassuring. Like you know you have someone to lean on other than your family. I guess that would leave friends left, but it's just different, y'know? I can't really explain it."

I hummed in agreement.

"Anyways, you're in Canada?"

"Yeah. I'm guessing you saw the note on the door?" I had left an note on the front door of my apartment in case Harry wondered where I was. Of course, he could've just called me, but for extra measures.

"Yep. How are you handling the cold?"

"It's not bad once you have a coat."

"It's about 10 degrees here."

"What are you wearing?"

"A trench coat."

"Send me a selfie."

"Why?"

"I want to see you in one."

"Okay. I have to go now. So get ready for that picture."

I imagined him winking. "Bye."

A few minutes after we hung up, Harry sent me a mirror selfie. His trench coat was black, just like the rest of his outfit. He was blowing a kiss into the mirror. Hot. Sexy. Irresistible. Those 3 words repeated in my head until I was having trouble breathing. I looked away from my screen and my breath eventually turned normal. 

Being in another country felt weird without Harry. I was so used to being near Harry most of the time.

Meghan sat down beside me. "Where do you want to go now?"

I turned to face her. "I thought you said you didn't want to go out?"

"Well now I do."

"Can it wait 'till tomorrow? It's-" I checked the digital clock. "-nearly 10pm."

Isn't the UK 5 hours after Canadian time? Then why is Harry up so late? Maybe he just can't sleep.

"Fine. But don't blame me if I'm not as energetic tomorrow as right now."

***

Meghan was, in fact, true to her word. I had to drag her out of the hotel and then we wandered the streets with no destination.

"So... how far have you gone with Jason?" I nudged her with my elbow.

"Definitely not as far as you and Harry." Meghan's eyes drifted to my ring. Then they looked over my head and Meghan squealed. "Let's go to that museum!"

Meghan was the one who like history. Personally, I hated history. It didn't help that in school, my teacher who taught me history was very mean and strict. Once the bell rang, and just afterwards I came in the class to be presented with a pink detention slip.

I stood aside while Meghan admired all the artifacts and stuff. I probably should be looking at everything because we payed money for this, but I just couldn't bring myself to read all the captions. Nothing caught my eye.

"Look at this!" Meghan pulled me to a wooden canoe.

"Oh my gosh that's so cool!" I said sarcastically.

"Come on, you have to admit. It's pretty cool."

"A canoe?"

"These are the ones the Aboriginals used!"

"These are still the ones that some of us use!"

"Not this exact one."

"I don't understand what's so special."

"They caught FISH in this."

"If you want to get fish, go to a lake. Or just buy a frozen one from the store."

Meghan shook her head in disapproval. "I'll never be able to explain the beauty of history to you."

"Yeah, 'cause history has no beauty."

She rolled her eyes and moved on to the next object, which had something to do with the fur trade.

"Can we go?" I whined.

"Just let me finish looking at the last few rooms."

"We've been here for hours!"

"One more hour." Meghan assured.

Two more hours had now gone by and the museum was about to close.

"Let's go Meghan!"

"Fine, you pig."

"Excuse you, I'm more of a sloth."

"Pig. Definitely pig."

"

***

Our vacation was cut short. Meghan's family needed her with them right now, for a reason she refused to tell me. This was the thing; almost every time I try to go anywhere out of the UK, I end up having to leave earlier then planned because of a problem. It gets really annoying. Can't the world just let me have fun for a few days? I didn't even get half a week in Canada! Well, now I was back in my apartment. Alone.

My spirits lifted when Harry's caller ID appeared on the lock screen of my phone.

"Hey Harry!" I chirped.

"We're over, Alexia." Harry's voice wavered when he said my name.

"What? Why?"

"It isn't working. It never was."

Then he hung up.

I let the words sink in, my brain still comprehending what he said. Tears stung my eyes. I looked down at my finger, adorned with the ring Harry gave me about week ago. He promised to always love me. He promised. I needed to talk to him. I want to know the reason. Was I too boring? Did I do something wrong? Calling him wasn't an option because he could choose not to pick up, neither is texting him an option. Well, I don't think he has anything to do today, maybe he's at his house?

I spend a longer time than I really needed to thinking of places where he could be. Eventually I gave up and, feeling desperate, called him but I wasn't expecting an answer.

So I was surprised when his voice came through the line. "Hello?" He croaked.

My breath hitched in my throat. "Harry. Can we talk? In person?"

Harry was silent for a minute and I almost thought he had hung up. "I'll send you an address."

I parked my car a few blocks away and walked to his front door. I never knew he had a mansion, but then again, what could I expect? I lifted my hand up just for it to stop a centimetre away from hitting its destination. I took a few moments gathering up my courage. I had to keep reminding myself not to look at my ring in case I burst out crying.

I knocked on the door.

It swung open to reveal the saddest yet most beautiful smile I have ever seen worn by a tired looking boy. Not a man, but a boy. Everything about him looked younger. Without saying a word, he opened the door wider to let me in. I stepped inside and looked around. It brought back memories of when I visited my grandparents. 

Harry's POV

"Hello." Alexia looked at me through her lashes, as if she was unsure of what to do now.

I led her to the kitchen. She sat on the stool. After grabbing her a cup of water, I sat down on the stool beside her. I had so many words I wanted to say to her, too many excuses bunched up in my mouth just waiting to be said. But now, I couldn't think of anything to say so I fiddled with my rings, careful not to touch the ring.

Alexia noticed. "Why?"

"Why what?" I lifted my gaze up to meet her eyes.

"Don't play dumb. What did I do wrong?" Her voice broke at the end. I almost cried.

"Nothing. It's not you, it's me."

"No. No, you do NOT get to start with the 'it's not you, it's me' thing. What was this for then?" She lifted up her hand. "Why do you still have your's on?"

"Lex-"

"Give me one reason.

I stayed quiet. She's all I wanted, all I want, and all I ever could want.

"Come on, Harry. There must be one, isn't there?"

"Alexia, I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "Don't be. I came here thinking we could actually work things out, but here you are, can't even give a reason of why! You promised Harry. You swore you would love me forever. I guess promises are meant to be broken, aren't they. Keep your stupid ring." She took off her ring and threw it at me. Then she stormed out of the house. It was the dumbest mistake I've ever made in my life but I didn't get up. I assured myself it was better for her. After all, that's what her sister told me.

I debated it. I needed Alexia. I know it was selfish of me, wanting her so badly that I didn't even care what hate she got. Her sister, Elizabeth, I think, helped me realize that. She said their mum was going to die, and that added to the dangers of dating me would break her.

Keep her safe? Or have her to myself?

I'd do them both. I no longer cared what Elizabeth had to say. I can have Alexia as my girlfriend and keep her together. I will do that. I jogged to the front door only to open it and find Alexia there already. I took it as a sign that she forgave me and was about to hug her. I assumed wrong. She dropped the infinity necklace I had given her into my open palm. The look in her eyes was like they were on that night, filled with different emotions that it overwhelmed me. That's when I knew. This was not only the dumbest, but also the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. I let my soulmate storm out of my life. 

How could I have listened to her sister? I could have just confronted Alexia about it. I wanted to run after her. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. My limbs felt heavy. It was all I could do to trudge upstairs and lie down on my bed.

Flashback

I was watching the telly when I heard a knock on my door. Who could that be? When I opened it, a young woman stood there. 

She stuck out her hand. "Hello. I'm Elizabeth, Alexia's little sister."

I shook it. "Hey! Come in."

We got settled on the couch. "Do you want some water?" I offered.

"No thanks."

"So um, how did you find me?" I asked out of curiosity.

​"I have my secrets. I came here for one thing. To ask you to stay away from Alexia. Look, you might be a good boyfriend and all, but we all know you're a celebrity. Celebrities' relationships are always hard and never last for long. They get hate. We already lost our dad. You dating her added to our mom, who's about to die, would break her. I love Alexia. So please. Stay away from her. If you love her."

I blinked at her. Was she serious? Maybe Alexia would be safer if I stayed away from her. But I love her, how could I ever leave her? We never fight for long because we can't stay away from each other. 

"Well, just think about it." Elizabeth stood up and walked to the front door. I knew it would be polite to see her off, but I couldn't seem to get myself to move.

After the door closed, I pulled out my phone.

Flashback over

What am I going to do?

Third Person POV

Meanwhile, Alexia wasn't doing much better. She also lay in her bed, wondering what was going to happen to her and Harry. To them.

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