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?


29. Chapter 29

Alexia's POV

I was wrong. Surprisingly, we did have a lot of fun. It felt like I was in high school all over again. Before I saw him cheating on me, of course. I went the whole day laughing with him. 

We walked on the sidewalk, watching the cars as they went by. Suddenly, he stopped me. I looked at him, squinting because of the sun.

"I've been waiting forever to do this," he breathed. 

He crashed his lips on mine. For half a second, I gave in to his plump lips and fingers against my back. But then my sense kicked in and I remembered Harry. I pulled back. He looked at me, confused.

"Look, Evan. I would never have thought this day would exist. This was all I used to dream about until university. But now, I have Harry. He's my world."

Evan sighed. "Well, it was fun anyways. I'll walk you back?"

I smiled slightly and nodded. 

"You must really love Harry, don't you?"

"You just noticed?" I rolled my eyes.

We walked down the hall. There was someone waiting for me.

Harry glared at me and Evan. I checked to make sure I wasn't walking too close to him. 

"Text me whenever, okay?" Evan pecked me on the cheek, never taking his eyes off Harry. 

Then it was just me and Harry.

"So you're cheating on me with him." Harry said it in a way that made it seem that the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

"No, why would you think that?"

Harry showed me the picture of me and Evan kissing. 

"Harry, it's not like that-" I began.

"Oh yeah? Then what is it?"

"He kissed me but I quickly pulled away. That picture was just taken at the right time."

"Yeah, right," he scoffed.

I was not in the mood for this. "Please, please don't let your jealousy get in the way of us. We just recovered from a fight, and I don't know about you, but being without you was one of the worst times of my life. Just trust me, please!"

Harry's eyes fluttered closed. "Then why'd you go out with him."

"I don't know, he came to my flat yesterday and asked me to go to coffee. He was so kind, well, nicer than he's ever been before. I thought I should give him a second chance. Maybe he's actually changed."

Just like you gave Sydney a second chance, I wanted to add. I didn't because it would've caused more drama, which was the opposite of what I wanted.

Harry opened his eyes and pulled me into a hug.

"Did he? Change?" he mumbled. His breath tickled my scalp.

"I'm still not sure."

"I'm sorry, you're right. I should have just trusted you."

"I'm always right."

He started to protest. "I wouldn't say always-"


Harry chuckled and held me tighter. I was only faintly aware of the two people passing by, one of which was the old man that delivered Harry's gift to me. His scent overwhelmed me, in a good way. I let him hold me up. He took my pair of keys to the flat, swept me off my feet and carried me bridal style into the flat. He set me down in the small living room.

"Well, since we were just talking about trust, I guess I should confess something."

I really hoped it wasn't bad. 

"I met this girl," he continued, "and we went for coffee, like you and Evan. Then she asked me to go to dinner tomorrow night, which I said yes."

I honestly don't see what the point is in all of this. "That's it? What's so bad about that?"

"She asked me on a date," he said as if it were obvious. I guess it was, maybe I'm just too open-minded.

I tried to find my anger, but all I could bring up was amused curiosity. "So why'd you say yes?"

He hesitated. "I was jealous."

I started laughing. A whole-heartedly laugh. 

Harry's eyebrows scrunched up and his forehead crinkled. "What's so funny?"

"You're too adorable," I said between giggles.

"Wait, you're not... mad?"

"Like I said before, I'm not interested in getting into another fight with you. I don't really care for the girl. At the end of the day, you're still mine."

I bit my lip, remembering him once saying he liked me doing that. Harry let out a light growl and pinned me down to the couch, and that's when I knew that he had let his wild - almost animal - side take over. This was going to be fun.

"I also like this side of you." I managed before his lips hastily found mine, roughly kissing me. Just like those cliche books, sparks flew. 

I needed to be closer to him. I grabbed a fistful of the material his shirt was made of and pulled him closer until our stomachs were barely touching. Any more than that and he would have squashed me.

Closer, closer, closer!, my brain still chanted. 

I sat up without breaking the kiss and straddled him so that every part of our bodies were touching.

My hands entangled in his hair, his own desperately trying to press me closer to him (as if that was possible by now), his lips, his soft moans mixed with mine... this was what I was missing since he was gone. This was the distraction I needed to get my mind off every cruel thing reality threw at me. He was my distraction, my imagination, my dreams, my reality, my choice, mine.

I pulled away to catch my breath. Harry nipped at the skin of my neck. He already knew my soft spot, yet skipped it to torture me. Finally, Harry sucked on it. As hard as I tried to contain it, my moan escaped my gritted teeth.

"Harry, I swear if you give me a hickey," I warned half-heartedly.

"No promises."

His teeth brushed against my skin. I couldn't take the waiting anymore. I wanted him. So bad. But I also couldn't do it. Just... not now.

I put a hand to Harry's chest and stopped him. When he realized what it meant, he slightly smiled.

"Your self control is incredible."

I shrugged. "Not really. Your's is. I just pushed you on."

"I have absolutely no control right now, Lex."

"Not today. Maybe tomorrow."

"Tell that to my pants."

Harry pointed to his zipper, which was down. I don't remember myself unzipping his pants. I probably did though. As he fixed his open fly, I went and put a movie on. We cuddled on the couch. Warmth radiated off his torso. I'd pick cuddling him over hot cocoa any day of the week. As much as I loved the distraction, I also loved the comfort. 


Hazel: You were right. He was cheating.

I couldn't be bothered to deal with any of that stuff right now. As bad a friend as that makes me, I had another friend to take care of first. One that was actually in England. Or maybe Hazel was still in England. Anyways, one that was closer to me. Meghan had come back now, and she looked bad. I hauled her out of her room and brought her to the mall. Instead of her dragging me to each and every store that sold clothing her size, I had to drag her.

"Hey... where's that shopaholic friend I know?"

I nudged her playfully in an attempt to get her to say more than one sentence.

"I just, can't," she said wearily.

"Come on, Meg. You can't be like this forever."

"Of course not. Nothing lasts forever."

Her eyes got a distant look, and I got a feeling she was thinking of Mark.

"Oh, Meghan," I whispered painfully. It hurt me to see her like this.

I wrapped her in a hug.

"You know, I think I'm fine now."

I could tell she wasn't fine, but decided not to push it any further.

We ate lunch, well, more like nibbled on pieces of lettuce. We gave our untouched burgers to a homeless person we found on the streets along with £100. 

"It feels really good to give."

"Yeah." Meghan agreed.

"Christmas spirit!"

Then I launched into some Christmas carols, starting with the classic, Jingle Bells. Meghan joined in. For a moment then, I thought she forgot about Mark and she was truly happy. That thought was crushed as soon as we walked through the door leading inside our flat.

"Well, thanks for that." Meghan gave a small smile.

She went to her room. I don't think I was supposed to hear her groan, but I did. I knew how Meghan was. She wouldn't appreciate me going to comfort her. If I did, she'd spend the rest of the week mumbling about how weak she is. The best way I could help her was to just act like everything's normal.

Someone knocked on our door. It was a handsome man, not nearly as handsome as Harry though, with short, black hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, um, you must be Alexia."

He stuck out his hand. I shook it.

"Yes! And you are...?"

"Jason. Meghan's boyfriend."

"Oh so you're Jason!" 

"Can I talk to Meghan?"

"I'm not really sure if she's in the mood to talk right now, but I'll go check. You can wait here."

I led him to the living room, then knocking on Meghan's door.

"Jason's here. He wants to talk."

"Tell him to go away!" she responded. 

I returned to Jason.

"You can just go to her room.

"Okay, thanks."

I gave him the directions, not really in the mood to walk anymore. Jason could do wonders for Meghan if she loved him a lot. I can only hope.

I went to my bedroom and sprawled out on the bed. Opening my phone, I saw that Harry had sent me a text a while back.

Harry: Good morninggggg

Alexia: E kaaro

Harry: ?

Alexia: Good morning in Yoruba

Harry: What's Yoruba

Alexia: A language

Harry: A girl of multi talents too, what more could I ask for?

Alexia: Well you could ask the pizza place to deliver a pizza to my flat

He didn't respond after that. 

Jason still hadn't come out of Meghan's room, so I assumed things are going alright in there. I had a craving for ice cream, though it was winter. There was still some in the freezer. I made myself a bowl of ice cream, grabbed a spoon, and then went back to my room. I opened Netflix on my laptop and watched Fuller House. My first bite of the chilly goodness was amazing. It melted a bit in my mouth, then went down my sore throat, soothing it. It was so good, I took a picture of it and posted it on my Instagram. It instantly got over 1k likes. I never really went on social media anymore, so I was truly surprised at the number of followers I've gained and the amount of messages I've gotten. I answered to all of them, hate or not. 

By the time I finished, I realized I had completely forgotten about my ice cream, the thing that brought me to Instagram.

I frowned at the now chocolate liquid.


Minutes later, a pizza delivery guy came and gave me a pizza for free. Free for me, Harry probably payed beforehand. 

Harry: Enjoy, darling 

Alexia: I wish I could share it with you :(

Harry: Doesn't everyone

Alexia: An overgrown ego doesn't serve you well in life, babe

Harry: But you can

Alexia: I'm not your slave

Harry: Of course not 😘

Alexia: Thanks for the pizza. I'm going to go eat it. See you later

Harry: Share

Alexia: Maybe

The pizza was heart shaped. I also posted this on Instagram. I captioned it Share

"DO I SMELL PIZZA?" Meghan and Jason appeared behind me.

I quickly took a big bite, just so I could have the first bite. Though I was a bit reluctant to share the pizza Harry gave me, I did the right thing and offered them each a slice.

"This is really good!" Jason commented.

It's even better because it's in the shape of a heart and Harry gave it to me, I wanted to say. Instead, I went with, "I know."

I was really glad Jason had temporarily healed Meghan from her depressing state. 

I waited until they left. Then I took the rest of the pizza into my room and ate another slice. 

Harry called me.

"Hello," I said, chewing on a piece of pepperoni.

"Hey! How is everything?"

"It's alright."

"Why not great?"

"I don't know. Not in the mood."

"Food didn't cheer you up?" He joked.

"Surprisingly not. Come over." I begged. I was bored out of my mind. It was like being a third wheel with Meghan and Jason. I wonder how anyone could ever hang out with only me and Harry. I made a mental note to never treat anyone like a third wheel.

"As tempting as that sounds, no can do, angel."


"I'm busy at the moment."

"Doing...?" I prompted.

"Remember? The date?"

"Has it already been a day?"

"Yes, darling."

"Oh. Cancel?"

"You know I can't do that."

"Damn you and your gentleman side."

Harry chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

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