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?


28. Chapter 28

Alexia's POV

I was in a formal black dress that ran all the way down to the floor. It was the day of Mark's funeral. I sat in my seat at the front and watched as the guests trickled in. I didn't know any of these people except for Mark's family and a few of his friends. Meghan's seat was next to mine, but she wasn't sitting in it. She was at the entrance with her family, greeting all the guests. I can't imagine how hard it must be for her. Though I was pretty close to Mark, I wasn't as close as Meghan was to him. I wonder if I'll be at another funeral like this, except for my mum. I haven't even visited her much this past week. I also wondered how Elizabeth is. I had called her, confronting her about Harry. We still haven't worked it out. I didn't want to think about them at the moment, so I focused on fiddling with my ring.

Finally the funeral started. The priest began talking, words that I didn't bother trying to hear.

After Meghan and her family, I went up to give a short speech.

"I can't believe Mark died. He's generous, kind, compassionate, easygoing, ambitious, honest, humble, loyal, intelligent, and unique. I could on for ages. He seems cold from a distance, but once he decides you're worthy of his time, he'd be the best friend you'd ever find. Mark was such an optimist. He could find the good in every situation. He'd make you laugh anytime. If only he could have stayed on Earth longer, but God wanted his angel back."

By now, I could see tears streaming down most people's faces, much like mine. I sat down. I wanted to comfort Meghan. At the same time, I wanted someone to comfort me. I've only ever been at 2 funerals when I was little, and I didn't know anything at the time. Now, I was feeling so much emotional pain that my heart physically felt heavy. The burial of the coffin was the hardest thing to witness.

Meghan told me she wouldn't be home for a while, I couldn't blame her. I found a surprise waiting for me outside of my flat. 

"Hey Alexia!" Hazel said with her American accent.

I opened the door and let her in. "Hey! What are you doing here? And were you just waiting outside my door for the past few hours?"

"I came on vacation and no, I've only been here 30 minutes. I'm not that crazy, Lex."


I didn't feel like saying anything else. I was tired.

"Where have you been?"


"Oh. If you don't mind me asking, who's?"

"My friend's brother."

"So... I got a new boyfriend."

My eyebrows rose as I looked at her in surprise. "When?"

"I think sometime in the middle of November. I'm here with him. Well, not here here, but in England." 

"You met him less than a month ago and you're on vacation with him?"

"Hey, don't talk. You and Harry haven't even gone on your third date yet."

"Dates are overrated. I mean, you can literally sit on a couch like we are and talk about stuff."

"That can also be a date."

"But it doesn't have to be."

"You think everything is overrated."

I shrugged. "Can't argue with that."

I suddenly recalled something. "Wait, your boyfriend's name is Brandon?"


"And you two just came here?"

"I did. He came here a long time ago."

"Does he have a little sister?"

"Uh, yes. How'd you know?"

"I think that same Brandon tried making a move on me."

"What? No, I'm sure it's a different one. I'll talk to him about it."

I heard my phone ring.

"Sorry," I excused myself.

Hazel nodded.

I picked up without checking caller ID. "Hello?"

It was Harry. "Good afternoon, darling."

All of the sudden, my day brightened. 

"Hey! How are you?"

"I'm good. So, there's this indoor ice skating rink that's open tonight. Do you want to go?"

I burst out laughing. Hazel gave me a confused look and I signalled for her to wait.

"Sure. I'm not good a skating though."

"Me neither. You should have seen me in that music video."

He was referring to the music video of Night Changes.

"Are you kidding? You were good! At least you know how to skate. I tried once but I never even got away from the edge of the rink."

Harry chuckled. "I'll pick you up at seven."


He hung up.

"I'm going out tonight. Just to hang out." I smiled.

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Sure."

"We're over dates."

She looked at me incredulously. "Harry and you have only had 2 dates and you two are already over them?! Honey, you move too fast."


My winter clothes kept me warm. A white parka and a pair of white boots. My jumper had a v-neck that showed off my necklace (the one Harry gave me). I was wearing Roots sweatpants that I got on my trip to Canada. I kept my hair down and had a light layer of makeup on.

Harry tapped the wheel with his fingers. "If I asked you to elope with me, would you?"

"Sure, why not? I really doubt you can run away from the paparazzi though."

"It never hurts to try."

"Gosh, I really hate quotes like that."

"You hate inspirational quotes? Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just do."

"We're here," Harry announced.

I looked out the window. There was a huge white building.

We payed for entrance, then went underground (where the rink was). Harry helped me get my skates. I had to hold onto him for support. If I could barely walk on dry land like this, how was I going to move on the ice?

I stood at the entrance of the rink, staring at the ice in fear. I really don't want to slip and embarrass myself. 

"Come on, Lex!" Harry encouraged. He was already on the ice, holding out his hand.

"What if I fall?"

"You won't, I'll catch you."

After a moment of hesitation, I stepped onto the ice. I clung to his arm for dear life. Not literally, of course. Harry slowly made his way around the rink, dragging me behind.

"Here. Like this." 

Harry demonstrated. He put one foot in front of the next, easily gliding forward on the ice, continuing the pattern. I tried. This time, I did fall. Harry laughed above and I glared at him.

"Sorry," he apologized. "We'll do it together, okay?"

He pulled me up, held my hand, and started skating. My feet began moving in sync with his. Slowly, but surely.

"I don't understand why people skate. It's not useful in life, at all!" I huffed.

"It's fun!"

"Yeah, once you know how to."

"You will," Harry assured. 

I never actually knew Harry was such a good teacher. Soon, he had me skating on my own.

"Fun, isn't it?" Harry chuckled when he saw my grin.


It was very fun. It was kind of like running, but on ice. Once you knew how to skate on ice, walking with skates off the ice was easy.

"Did you like it?" Harry asked.

I turned around and nodded. He was looking at me fondly.


Harry smiled. "You look stunning. Add that to your personality, and I just can't think of anyone else more perfect."

"I can, he's beside me."

Harry pulled me into a hug. "I love you."

"Promise you'll stay with me, Harry."

"The ring isn't enough?"

I shook my head.

He kissed the top of my head. "I promise."

A feeling of closure ran through my body.

After that, we went back to Harry's house for dinner. He suggested a restaurant, but I had a craving for homemade food. Honestly don't know what the difference is, but my stomach wants what it wants.

Harry popped pizza in the oven. We sat on the couch and ate pasta, a movie playing in the background but non of us paying attention to it.

"What's your favourite food?" I asked. It said online that he liked tacos (no, I'm not a stalker, it just happens that I came across a website that said what his favourite food was) and I wanted to see if he still did.

"I don't really have one. I like them all."

"A man after my heart."

Harry thought for a while. "Do you want to play Just Dance?"

I was surprised. I used to be very good at the game, but I hadn't played it in so long. "You have that game?"

"Well, me and my mates were bored so..."


Harry went to go get out the game. He crouched down and I checked out his butt.

"Got it!"

After setting everything up and going to get water, we started. At first I was a little rusty, but then my old skills came back to me. My legs were a blur of movement as I danced along to the person on screen.

"How do you-" he paused to pant. "-do that?"

"I had daily competitions with my... my old friend."

I had daily competitions with Sydney, but I didn't exactly want to say her name out loud.

"And you won most of the time."

"Pretty much."

We heard a loud ding.

"Stay here," Harry said.

He disappeared around the corner. A few seconds later,



Now that I was alone again, everything that happened before hanging out with Harry came back to me.

I texted Harry, quoting Edward from Twilight.

Alexia: You're like my own personal brand of heroin

I'm addicted to him, and he makes me forget about a lot of the pain.

Someone knocked on the door. It was Evan.

"Hey," he said quietly. It wasn't like his usual self, with the smirk and all that.


"Can I talk to you?"

"Uh, sure."

I didn't let him in. He didn't make any move to push me aside. Instead, he leaned on the frame.

"So... I heard you and Harry are getting pretty serious now."

Evan's eyes flickered to the ring one of my fingers wore.

I looked at him suspiciously. I was pretty good at reading people most of the time, but this time, I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. 

I shrugged. "Yeah."

A moment of silence passed before Evan looked me in the eye and said, "I miss you."

"It's a bit too late."

"I know. I just want you to know that I genuinely am sorry. I know there isn't an explanation for what I did to you, and I don't expect you to forgive me. I just- you don't understand how much it hurts me to see a picture of you and Harry walking down the street, holding hands. How it feels when you two kiss. I loved how you made me wait so long, how you made everyone wait so long. Yet somehow, you started dating Harry after - what, less than a week? I want to be happy for you, Alexia. But I can't, no matter how hard I try. You were my first love."

I gawked at him. "Love?"

"It may not have seen like it. I never gave you enough of my attention or anything. Other than school, I'd see you, what? Once a week at most? But, you were my everything. And now I've lost you."

I nodded. 

Evan sighed. "I just had to get that off my chest. So, you want to go for coffee tomorrow? Just to chat."

I didn't trust my voice enough to speak so I nodded again.

"Well, bye Lex." 

With that, he walked off. 

Memories hit me. I didn't know how to feel about him claiming me being his first love. I've already established that he was not mine, Harry was. Should I be flattered? Weirded out? Should I tell Harry about this? It probably wouldn't work out anyways, and I wouldn't want him to get jealous for nothing.

"I hope I'm not making a mistake," I whispered to no one in particular.

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