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?


3. Chapter 3

Alexia's POV

I woke up the next morning, confused as to where I was. Then last night came back in flashbacks.

Harry's arm was draped around my stomach, tight enough that I couldn't get away, but not tight enough to hurt me. One of his legs were on mine, and his face was buried in my hair. I thought of how life would be to wake up like this everyday.

Stop Alexia, he's going on tour and can't have someone keep holding him back. Plus, there are better girls out there.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket. I must have forgotten to take it out, oh well. I checked Twitter. A tweet caught my eye. It said, "@Harry_Styles was spotted with this beautiful girl! I ship them already :D" There was a picture of me and Harry attached to it. I went on Google and searched up 'Harry Styles'. A page said "Harry Styles was last seen stumbling out of a taxi and into his hotel, after going to a club with 2 other girls. The girl he came out of the club with is called 'Alexia Roberts', as learned from her manager at the Starbucks she works in. He has been seen with her yesterday too... could they be dating?" Most people only care about Harry's dating life. I pity celebrities. They can't even find a girlfriend without being suspicious that the girl or boy only wants them for their fame and money. Of course, there are some girls who genuinely like them for them, but honestly, who really knows a celebrity? They could be lying, they could be acting. What if they act all happy and stuff in public, but depressed when they're by themselves.

A groan sounded from beside me. Harry's arm was removed from my stomach, letting me turn around. Harry rubbed his eyes.

"My head hurts," Harry complained.

"Do you have hangover pills?"

Harry's hand uncovered his eyes and he looked at me with wide eyes, like how I looked at him when we first kissed.

"You-you're here." He stammered.

"You wouldn't let me go." I grinned.

Harry hugged me and buried his head in my hair again.

"I'll go get some pills for you." I gently pushed him off and he groaned again.

I put on my shoes and took the elevator downstairs to the main floor. I went to the nearest pharmacy.

After I got the pills, I went back to Harry. He was curled up on the bed, under the blankets. I set the pills down on the table and grabbed a bottle of water I found randomly placed on a couch. I gently lowered the blanket until his head was in the sunlight. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. I softly stroked his cheek with my thumb, whispering his name.

"Harry, sit up. Just for a second."

He didn't stir.


He still didn't move. I sighed. I blame Meghan. Of course, I wasn't mad at Meghan, I could never be. I was supposed to be at work now, but I couldn't just leave him here like this! I made a note to myself to call in sick after I get Harry to eat the hangover pills. I helped Harry sit up. I popped 2 of the pills into his mouth. I managed to make Harry drink some water (he needed my help with the bottle). After that, Harry fell right back onto the bed and rolled into a ball again.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my manager.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey Rachel, sorry I didn't call earlier but I can't come today. I'm taking care of someone."


"Family. Yeah, um, I'm taking care of one of my family members. No one else is available so I have to stay home."

"Alexia, you're really bad a lying. Who are you really taking care of?"

"You won't believe me."

"Tell me."

"Harry Styles."

The line went silent. Then Rachel burst out howling with laughing. "Alexia, if you want a day off you're going to have to make a better excuse."

"No, seriously."

"Prove it."

"Does it sound like I'm lying?"

"Hmm. Fine. Just do me a favor okay?"

"Sure, like what?"

"Fuck him and tell me what it's like."

"What the heck." I giggled quietly. I could tell that she still didn't completely believe me, but like she said, I'm a bad liar so she would know when I was lying.

"I have to go, bye Alexia. Enjoy your day off with Harry."

"Yeah, I will. Bye."

I hung up and looked at Harry.

I rubbed his back, unsure of what else to do.

The day went on like that. I was on my phone, but constantly checking on Harry to see if he needed anything. I got him to eat half a granola bar for lunch, but he didn't have the energy to eat anything else.

Dinner came by faster then I thought. Harry was a bit better. He took 4 pills in total today. He was able to talk a little now, so that was progress.

"Do you think you can eat something now?"

"No." Harry mumbled.

I hadn't brushed my teeth, or my hair. I didn't take a shower. I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I was scared the minute I left to clean myself up, Harry'll need something. I decided that he and Meghan owed me big time. I put on my headphones and played a random playlist I had.

I woke up on my bed in my apartment. Harry sat at the end of my bed, staring at me.

"Did you have a good sleep?" He asked.

"Mhm, how did I get here?"

"I carried you."

"So you don't have a hangover anymore?"

"Nope. Thank you, by the way."

"No problem."

We sat in an uncomfortable silence.

"Do you want to go to a pool? It's good exercise." Harry added the last part quickly.

I giggled. "Sure, just let me get my stuff."

"I'll go get mine, and I'll pick you up in about 10 minutes."

"Okay. See ya."

"Bye beautiful."

I blushed while he walked out. I quickly grabbed my bikini, towel, and flip flops. I stuffed them all in a bag. It took me shorter then I thought it would, so I had 7 minutes left before Harry came back. I went on Netflix and watched Love Actually. Minutes went by, and before I knew it, Harry was knocking on my apartment door.

I swung it open. Harry stood there, with his swimwear and stuff in his bag. I quickly grabbed my bag from my room and we walked outside the building to his car.

"Why'd you ask me to go swimming out of everything?" I asked, staring out the window at all the people and shops.

"I don't know, I was in the mood for swimming."

The drive wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. I've never been to this swimming pool, I've never been to any public pool, to be honest. I'm not really a big fan of sports.

We split up to change. I hated changing in public change rooms or bathrooms, I don't know why. I should have changed in my apartment. Damn it.

I went to the pool and saw Harry. He was wearing bright yellow swim trunks, and I was wearing a black bikini.

"Don't move." I ordered.

I knelt down so my top was just above where his swim trunks started, and my bottom was near where his trunks ended.

"We kind of look like a bee, except this bee has way more yellow than black." I giggled.

Harry looked down and smiled at me. "You're so childish."

"You've gotten the fun knocked right out of you, old man."

"You're only 1 year younger then me, so if I'm old then you're old too."

"Okay, so say we're both old. I have a way more active imagination."

"No you don't."

"Whatever helps you sleep, boring old pig."

Harry leaned down until his mouth was against my ear. "You can help me sleep." He whispered. HIs warm breath hit my skin, and I shivered from delight. My cheeks turned into a light shade pink.

"Shameless flirt."

"Like always."

We went on the diving boards, and I climbed to the tallest board. Harry followed me.

Harry gently grabbed my hand.

"When I count to three, jump." He said. "1... 2... 3!"

I let go of his hand just before he jumped.

When he splashed below alone, he resurfaced and glared playfully at me, still on the board. I laughed.

"INCOMING!" I yelled and jumped, cannonball style. I resurfaced and saw that Harry was in front of me already.

"You're so graceful even when you do that." Harry commented.

"And you're not. Like, did you see yourself? You looked like a goose that lost one of its wings and is trying to fly with a fish in its mouth." I joked.

Harry threw his head back and laughed.

It was just then I realized that people were staring at me and Harry. To distract me from the self consciousness that threatened to surface any minute, I challenged Harry.

"I'll race you to the other side."

"You're on."

Harry was winning, and I was losing very badly. He suddenly slowed down and let me pass by. I won.

"You would have lost so badly if I didn't let you win."

"I never said I was good at sports."

When we were tired of swimming and splashing each other with water, we decided to go to the park.

I sat on the swing and Harry pushed me.

I dipped my head until I could see Harry.

"You look better upside down." I grinned.

"I look better naked."

Harry's crotch was coming closer and closer to my face, and before I knew it, my face collided with Harry's dick. Harry groaned, doubled over and fell on the sand. I jumped off the swing, my face redder than a cherry, and hotter than lava.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I gasped.

Harry groaned again.

"I'm sorry!" I fell down on my knees in front of him. He looked up and cupped my cheeks.

"Didn't they tell you I'm also an actor?" Harry whispered.

He pressed his lips on mine in a heated kiss. When my lungs were begging for air, I gently pulled away. I looked at him. I tried speaking, but my mouth couldn't seem to move and no sound was emitting from me.

"Alexia?" Harry grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently.

"Alexia." He shook me gently again.

"Alexia, wake up."

I woke up to the sun shining in my face. "Huh?" My vision focused. I was on a couch.

"You fell asleep yesterday." Harry explained.

"What time is it?"

"1 pm."

"Your hangover passed."



"Thank you for um, staying and looking after me."

"What kind of human would I be if I just left you here alone?"

The corner of his lips turned up in a small smile.

My phone rang.

"Oh yeah, um, your phone's been ringing non-stop since noon." Harry said.

"I'm so sorry, it must have been so annoying."

"It was okay, I quite like your ringtone."

"Perfect, I forgot the person who wrote the song though. I really like it, it's an amazing song, isn't it?"

Harry chuckled, "I wrote it, love."

My bottom lip dropped. "Wow. You wrote the song and One Direction sang it. You guys have really good voices."

"Thank you, I'll be sure to tell the other boys you said that."

I laughed. I had completely forgotten about my phone ringing while I was talking to Harry. That made me realized how much he can distract me from whatever I was thinking of/doing.

I picked up my phone.


"For what?"


I grimaced. I hated the word 'famous', I hated how people called other people 'famous'. They were just normal people. Normal humans with amazing jobs.


"Just promise me to not listen to the haters, okay?"

"That's all you wanted to tell me after calling me like, a thousand times this morning?"

"What? No, this is my only time calling you today. Anyways, Rachel called and asked me if I knew where you were. You are at work right?"

I froze. "Nope. Um, I have to go now Meghan, bye!"

"Bye girlie!"

I hung up.

"I have to go to work, Harry."

"Let me drive you there."

"No, it's okay. I can walk."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I quickly opened the door and jogged to the elevator, not giving him a chance to respond. I first had to go back to me and Meghan's apartment to freshen up, so that's what I did. I took a quick shower, well, as quick as I could which was still pretty slow. I brushed my teeth, then my hair. I changed clothes and ran all the way to the shop.

Rachel was waiting for me in the staff room, where the staff keeps their stuff. She looked at me with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

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