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?


30. Chapter 30

This chapter contains a short mature scene. I don't usually write these type of stuff, but I thought I'd give it a try. I'll warn you before and tell you when it ends, so you can skip the part if you'd like.

Alexia's POV

I called Hazel.

"Hey," I said, not sure what else to say. I mean, if found out the love of my life was cheating on me, I'd be pretty upset.

"Hey," she replied.

"How are you doing?"

"Could be better. I broke up with him."

I still couldn't believe Brandon did what he did. He seemed pretty nice and charming at first; I would've never suspected a cheater underneath. 

"Good. You're back in Canada?"


The line was silent for a few seconds before she said, "I got to go, Lex. Talk to you soon?"

"Sure. Bye."

Well, that was awkward.


"How was it?" I asked. "The date, I mean."

Harry shrugged. "It was okay. The girl was a bit clingy."

"Did she know who you are?"

"No, thank god."

I looked around the cafe we were in, buzzing with people coming in and out. I noticed some fans taking pictures of us, but mostly Harry. I gave them a little wave, to which some of them squealed at, then turned back to Harry.

"What are you smiling about?" Harry gave a lopsided grin.

I was smiling? Oh, I was. 

"Nothing. There are just these girls staring at you."

Harry's gaze casually swept the room before landing on the girls. It was barely 2 seconds before he averted his smile back to me. 

"I didn't notice with this beauty sitting in front of me."

I blushed slightly. I would never get used to Harry calling me beautiful.

"Is it creepy to have people follow you almost wherever you go?"

"When you put it like that, yes. But they're really nice, and I couldn't ask for better fans."

God, I wanted to kiss this guy. I held back, as we were in public. Harry, knowing me so well, saw the look in my eyes and leaned forward. He pressed his lips to mine, a half-second too long to be considered a peck.

I sipped on my coffee and stared at the little bit of snow lying on the ground. There wasn't much snow this year, much to my dismay. People were walking with bags, probably Christmas gifts. I had already bought mine. For every single one of my family members, and Meghan and Harry, of course. I had already wrapped them and put them in bags, so now I was just waiting for Christmas to come. My mum was still in the hospital, so she wouldn't be coming to the annual Christmas party. My aunt Rose was hosting this year.

Meghan was doing quite well, considering it's only been a week since she's come back. She still mourns and stuff, but once Jason's there, it's like her brother was never gone.

I sighed. "I love Christmas."

Harry's knee brushed against mine. "What do you love about it?"

"The lights, the songs, the spirit, the food, family... just everything."

We sat in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts. 

"You ready to go?" Harry asked.

I nodded. We took our coffees and stood up. Outside was cold. The freezing wind blew past my cheeks, tinting them pink in the process. I felt something brush against my hand. I looked down and saw Harry's hand hanging by his side. Then I looked at his face. He was staring straight forward, biting back a smile. I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

"Do you ever get bored of staying in one place for too long?" Harry asked.

Did I? I've never really thought about it. "I don't really know. I guess yeah, I do. I'm just too lazy to carry my fat ass anywhere too far."

Harry cheekily grinned. "I think you have a cute ass."

"Doesn't everyone?" I joked.

Harry let go of my hand to sling his arm over my shoulder. Pulling me closer, he whispered in my ear, "They better not."


"I have to go take a shower." I mumbled.

Harry's arms curled around me.

"No, stay a while longer."

"I'll miss work."

"Then miss it."

Ignoring Harry's pleads for me to stay with him, I planted a kiss on his cheek and stood up. I gathered my clothes I would be wearing today and went to the bathroom. I quickly took off Harry's shirt I wore as pyjamas and hopped in the shower. 

I wished I could skip work today, but I've taken days off one too many times. Plus, I enjoy being with my friends there. Actually, I wouldn't really call them friends; they were more like acquaintances. My mind wandered to a dreamland filled with ice cream. Reality really sucks, doesn't it?

Strong arms wrapped around my waist. Before my self defence classes kicked in, Harry said, "It's just me."

I guess I forgot to lock the door. But how could I be so into my imagination that I didn't even notice Harry come in and take off all his clothes?

Relaxing, I turned around. My eyes raked his body, just like his did mine. I wasn't flustered or anything, as we've already seen each other like this. Though not in this situation. Harry pressed me up against the wall.

Mature scene starts

With his dilating eyes and boner, it was obvious he wanted sex. His lips softly kissed mine. I quickened the pace. My palms explored his abs, making their way up until they connected around his neck. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing it a little. I felt him smirk when he heard my moan. I massaged his balls. Taking his moment of weakness to my advantage, I flipped us around so his back was now against the wall. I began trailing kisses from his lips down to his butterfly tattoo, only pausing to nip his sweet spot. Kneeling in front of him, I brought the tip of him to my mouth. He looked so beautiful with his eyes wide open and his hair clinging to his forehead because of the water. Teasing him, I swirled my tongue around. 

"Alexia..." he warned. An empty threat. 

Too impatient myself, I took him on deeper. I was certain the man and his daughter next door could hear the noises he was making right now. I glanced up. His eyes were screwed shut, his fists in tight balls as he tried to hold back the obscene sounds that I was only encouraging.

This beautiful pop/rockstar, always having a mask on, was undone. He was completely vulnerable, and it was all because of me.

Mature scene ends (I told you it was short)

Somehow, the shower had turned into a bath. I was late for work, but all I could've thought about was Harry. My nerves came alive anywhere his skin touched. I still felt his fingers exploring my body for the third time. Leaving the bathroom may have been the hardest thing I had to do all week. Rachel wasn't here, luckily, and others were nice enough to take on what I should've been doing.

"Why were you late?" Annie asked.

We were working shifts together with a few other people, and she was the one I was closest to out of all of them. Even then, she wasn't really considered as my friend.

"No good reason. I was just with my boyfriend."

Annie took one look at my (still) glazed eyes and understood. She laughed softly and shook her head. "Kids."

"Hey!" I protested. "Must I remind you, you're younger than me."

"By 1 month."

"Still younger."

I called out the customers name and gave him his drink. It was only seconds after did I realize I had called out Niall's name. Niall Horan was here.

I grinned at the person who was standing there, waiting for me to recognize him. "Niall!"

Niall rolled his eyes. "I was wondering how long it would take."

We hugged each other over the counter. 

"Why are you here? Aren't you busy on tour or whatever?"

"I was free today. So... I heard about how Harry took a public plane with you once and almost got mobbed at the airport?"

"Yeah." I confirmed.

"He has taken you on his private jet though, right?"

I nodded. "He's only taken me on a public plane twice, the rest was on his jet. Why are we talking about this again?"

Niall pursed his lips. "I don't know. I guess I was just curious. Are you free?"

I looked at the clock. "In an hour."

"An hour?! I have to wait here for an hour?!"

"You can go hang out with your other friends." I pointed out.

"None of my friends are in London right now!"


"Okay, yeah, but I want some girl company right now."

I stared at him. "Never have I ever heard a male say that."

"Well someone must have, the world's been around for more than a century!"

"If you really want to hang out with me that much, you're going to have to wait an hour."

Niall's eyes flickered to the clock and then back to me. "Actually, 51 minutes."


After I had finished my shift, Niall and I went for pizza. I know how fans say he always eats a lot, but he eats the amount an average male his age would eat. 

"So, Jasmine-" he started.

"Who's Jasmine?"

Niall's cheeks flushed pink. "Nobody, just a friend."

"Oh my god, is she your crush? Your girlfriend? Your wife?!"

He rolled his eyes. "My crush, if you could really even call it that."

"What's she like?"

"Oh, she's just the best. She's so generous and kind! One time, Jas even offered to buy this boy another watch because he dropped his in the sewer."

"Are you like, her best friend or something?"

"I wish. We're just friends."

"Bring her to me. I bet I could set you two up on a date." I winked.

Niall blushed again. "One can only dream."

Midnight rolled by. Niall and I were in an ally, just sitting on a dumpster lid and chatting.

"If I were Harry and you still hadn't come home, I'd be worried."

I laughed. "He wouldn't know if I had went back or not. Unless he showed up at my flat."

"What if he did?"

"I would have gotten a text or call by now."

Realization dawned on me. I had turned off any notifications or calls. Niall saw my face and smirked.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"I wasn't talking."

I had 25 miss calls and 43 text messages. All of which was from Harry. Deciding not to call him back, I put my phone back in the pocket of my jeans but turned on the calls back on. I know I should have called or texted him back, but he needed to trust me. I can take care of myself. Well, most of the time.

"You really should get going," Niall said.

"Yeah," I agreed. I was a bit reluctant to leave, because I really enjoyed this. Going out to pizza, talking to someone on a dumpster, just nothing too fancy. Is that weird?

Niall insisted on bringing me home. We strolled down the sidewalk, hands in our pockets. Just before I went into my flat, Niall stopped me. We stared into each other's eyes. In a movie, this would be the part where the two characters kiss.

"You aren't going to kiss me, are you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Just your forehead."

He pressed a kiss onto my forehead.

"Bye Niall."

"See ya."

I softly shut the door. Just before he went out of my sight, I saw his tired eyes. I saw his smile drop. And I saw a tear roll down his cheek. When I opened the door again, he was already gone. I wondered what's been going on in his life.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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