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?


32. Chapter 32

Harry's POV

I still blame myself for getting Alexia hurt. I should've helped her control the amount of alcohol she was consuming. Looking at her, peacefully sleeping in a hospital bed, I felt another pang of guilt. She wouldn't have been here if I just hadn't made her come to the party.


"Harry! I was wondering where you were!" Katy (Perry) patted me on the back with one hand. The other was holding a glass of a liquid. Something alcoholic, I presumed.

I gave her a little hug. "Hey! How are you?"

"I'm fine. You throw good parties!"

"Actually, my friend helped me."

"Tell whoever your friend is to call me. I need to prove I'm not old."

"Old? You don't look a day over 22." I complimented.

"Thank you! Did you like your burger?"

In the morning, she had ordered a burger and had it delivered to my door.

"I uh, actually didn't eat it. Gave it to a homeless person."

Katy smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and sauntered off.

"Okay then." I mumbled to myself.

I went over to talk with Zayn, Louis, Niall, and Liam. I missed these times where we could all just talk about random shit. Mostly staying quiet, I kind of listened to the conversation. They were talking about cars or something. My thoughts ran wild, thinking of anything that came to mind. Hosting the Late Late Show, the Christmas party my family would be having soon, and coffee. 

An Irish accent pulled me out of my mind and into the real world. "Harry." 

My head snapped up to look at Niall. "Huh?"

"Zayn wants to talk to Alexia."

"If that's okay with you," Zayn added.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why wouldn't it be?" 

"Well, I couldn't find her anywhere, so I assumed you didn't want anyone talking to her."

I gave him a bewildered look. "You thought I locked her up?"

"Some people do that."

I was really hurt that he accused me of that. "I thought you knew me."

I noticed Liam, Louis, and Niall slowly shuffling away. 

Zayn took a step forward, resulting in me taking a step back. "I do."

"If you knew me, you would have known I would never do such a thing."

"Okay, I'm sor-"

I stormed off. Hurt and anger burned in my chest. How dare he? Just because he couldn't find her anywhere? My angry stomps suddenly stopped. Wait, he couldn't find her anywhere? Where could she be then? Maybe she just went inside. I don't think 'anywhere' includes inside the house, right?

I weaved my way past bodies until I reached the patio door. I stepped inside, closing it behind me. I checked the living room. Nope. No Alexia. Maybe she was just hungry. I turned around the check the kitchen, but instead found her on the floor in front of the stairs. I rushed towards her and gasped at the sight. She was unconscious. A pool of blood surrounded her, more red still gushing. Glass cut her skin. I quickly called the ambulance. I didn't dare try to take out the glass by myself, as I could leave some pieces behind and give her an infection. I was helpless. I couldn't try stopping the blood because then it would just push the glass more into her skin. It felt like forever until the ambulance came.

Flashback over

I shuddered at the memory. The lads (Mitch, Adam, and my friends from 1D, including Zayn; I had forgiven him) had urged me to go to the hospital with her, promising they would clean up my backyard and house after the party. I was really thankful for them.

My stomach rumbled, signalling that I needed to eat something, but I didn't want to leave Alexia. What if she wakes up and is in need of something and I'm not there for her? Something terrible could happen! No way am I leaving this room until I'm sure she's going to be okay. Maybe I'm too protective. I've always seen protective as a good thing, but not overprotective. She always gives me my space, so I should give her hers. But honestly, what space does she need if she's sleeping? I just never understood why Alexia was the one always getting hurt. Why not me? I mean, I don't want to get hurt, but I'd gladly take her place if it means she'd be okay.

Eventually, the emptiness in my stomach dragged my feet to the nearest café, where I bought scones and coffee. I forced myself to sit down and eat it instead of taking it back to the hospital. The usually-enjoyed scones tasted flavourless. I ended up throwing half of it out. I knew I was wasting food, but I didn't know what else to do with it. I don't really think anyone would want a half eaten scone. I made my way back to the hospital, impatient to see if Alexia's woken up or not.

"Harry, oh my gosh!" 

I turned to the voice. 2 girls stood there, one filming. Time to put on the Harry Styles smile. I waved at the camera.


The girl that wasn't filming began crying. I was a bit taken back, but then again, this isn't the first time I've been with a crying fan.

"What's your name, love?" I asked. I pulled her into a hug.

"Rebecca. I-I can't believe it's you!"

The girl filming said, "This isn't the plan, Becca! You're not supposed to cry! You're supposed to make him fall in love with you!"

Do they know I have a girlfriend? Or do they just not like my girlfriend? Or do they like my girlfriend, but want to date me instead? Do they know I really, really, really want to get back to my girlfriend? 

I chuckled.

"Bye..." I trailed off, realizing I hadn't asked her name.

Camera girl stuck out her hand. "Fiona."

"Bye Fiona, bye Rebecca. Maybe I'll see you later."

I winked, then strolled away. Behind me, I heard them squeal.

"Hey," Alexia said when I walked in the room.

"Good afternoon, darling. Sorry, I was just at-"

"A café. Yeah, I know. Saw on Twitter. No need to be sorry, I'm glad you finally left this room."

I sometimes wished I wasn't famous because then Alexia always knows stuff about me when I want to be the one to tell her. 

Before I could answer, she had already launched into a new topic.

Meghan's POV

Oh god, I couldn't believe Alexia's in the hospital. I hope she isn't dead. I don't think I'd be able to handle another death. Seeing her lying in the hospital bed, very well alive, I breathed a sigh of relief. I shouldn't even have worried. The people wouldn't let me visit her if she was dead, and thankfully she's not. Not completely unharmed, she was covered with stitches and her arm was in a cast.

"Are you okay?" I asked, making my way to the bed.

"Yeah, fine."

She smiled, but then I realized she was looking behind me. I turned to find Harry.

"Oh! Hey, Styles. Sorry, didn't even realize you were there."

He smiled a smile that matched Alexia's bright one. "It's alright."

"Is there something I'm missing?" My eyes twitched between them, feeling confused and left out.

Alexia was quick to shake her head and her gaze finally locked on me. "Nope. So! How's Jason?"

"He's the best. He ordered me like, a dozen boxes of pizza! Of course, I wasn't able to finish them all."

"Pizza? Oh my god, he really is the best!"

"What? I can order you more!" Harry huffed.

We all laughed. For a moment, I was confused as to why - or how - I was beside Harry Styles, laughing along with him. I was still getting used to being in Harry's presence, since he was rarely in the same room as me. Well, at least I got over my stupid crush. Jason was my one and only now. Ew, that sounded cheesy. 

"So, how did Elizabeth like her birthday present?" I asked, remembering her birthday was on the 3rd. 

Alexia's face darkened, but she soon replaced it with a bittersweet smile. "I didn't end up giving her one. We're not on speaking terms right now." Her eyes went to Harry. "Speaking of my sister's birthday, how did Gemma like her present?"

"Oh, she loved it. Thanks for helping me choose it."

I, again, felt very left out. "What was it?" 

"A charm for her charm bracelet. I had given her the bracelet when I was young, and somehow she still manages to fit in it."

Simple, yet sweet. I liked it. 

"Remember that time when we went cliff-diving?" Alexia's eyes sparkled at me as she recalled the memory.

I smiled, remembering the feeling of wind rushing past me, blowing my hair back as I jumped 79 feet. Then the coolness of the water as if engulfed me in its powerful yet tender waves. All with Alexia holding my hand. 

"It was amazing. You should've been there, but you know, you were touring with One Direction. By the way, when will One Direction get back together again? I miss you guys together so much!"

Harry chuckled. "One day, love."

"Tell me it's near."

"I can tell you, but I won't mean it."

"Whyyyyy?" I whined. One Direction needed to get back together. Like, I know they have their own solo careers now and each of them are rocking it, but I missed them so much.

Harry shrugged. 

"You know, when I fully heal, I'm going to go to Hollywood," Alexia said.

"Can I come with?" Harry half-heartedly asked, as if he knew she was going to say yes.

He was wrong. "No."


"I want to go alone."

"But... not even me?" 

Alexia shook her head.

"What about me?" I gave my best charming smile. It soon turned into a pout when her head shook again.

"No can do, honey."

I pretended to shed a tear. Honestly, I didn't want to go to Hollywood anyways. How could I ever be that far apart from Jason? Well, I could be, but I needed him now. With everything happening all at once, he's the only good thing in it.

"Why not?" Harry pushed.

"I'd like to go somewhere without a over-protective boyfriend," she paused to give Harry a light punch, "and a nosy best friend."

Before she could lightly punch me too, I punched myself.

"That hurts. Just like your words hurt my heart. Nosy? I beg your pardon. I am not nosy whatsoever." I joked.

Alexia rolled her eyes, which returned back to Harry.

"I'm going to go. I have uh, a lot of stuff I need to do." I spoke before I could think.

I could tell that they wanted to be alone, yet I didn't want to leave them. I haven't been with Alexia in so long, and Harry, who was my crush first out of us two, never hung out with me alone. 

For her happiness, I reminded myself. 

Still, my legs couldn't seem to move. Harry and Alexia stared at me, waiting for me to get out. I didn't have anywhere I needed to go. I stared at Harry, my eyes trailing down until I was looking at his lips. I quickly looked away. 

No. My crush for Harry was gone a long time ago. This is the exact same talk I had with myself a month ago. But I wanted to give in so badly. I wanted to taste his lips, smell his minty breath until that's all I could smell, and hold him closer to me. Why does Alexia get him?

Then I remembered Jason. How could I? I hate cheaters. If I really have a crush on Harry, I should break up with Jason. But he makes me so happy... but Harry makes me happy too. What am I saying? I barely know this guy. 

"Um... Meghan?" Alexia curiously peered at me.

"Oh. Yeah, sorry. Flashback to uh, Mark's funeral."

Her expression turned sympathetic. I marched out of the room and leaned on the closed door. 

What was wrong with me? Life was so simple before the real Harry Styles came into it. It would just be me and Alexia. We would be having movie nights, and I would be screaming about Harry while she would roll her eyes. Once upon a time, she was my princess and I was hers. A life without males. Now here we are, my feelings jumbled up. Harry, or Jason? The obvious choice is Jason, but there would always be a little part of my heart that's reserved for Harry. Alexia never hung out with me anymore, and it seemed that everything in our lives went from revolving around each other to revolving around boys. How stupid. I sighed. There was nothing I could do about it anyways.

Harry's POV

"That was weird." Alexia commented about Meghan's behaviour just before she left. Then Alexia shrugged, as if it was normal for Meghan.

It was pretty weird, but I forgot all about it when Alexia pulled me down in a passionate kiss. 

"We're alone now," she whispered even though there was no reason to.

I nuzzled my nose against her cheek. "Mmm, seems like we are."

We were both just teasing each other, knowing that we weren't going to do anything like that right now because of her condition. Still, my desire for her grew with each passing second.

Alexia gestured to her arm, wrapped in a cast. "I wish I wasn't in this."

"Sorry," I said, still feeling guilty.

Her warm lips just slightly brushed against the corner of mine.

"Have you ever slept with your eyes open?" she asked.

My eyebrows scrunched together. "No, you can do that?"

"Apparently. I want to do it too. All my friends have done it at least once in their life."

My hand cupped around her cheek and my thumb stoked her cheekbone. "You're different. That's good."

She swatted my hand away. "I didn't ask for motivational words you probably copied off the web."

I laughed. 

A phone rang. It wasn't mine. Alexia reached for her phone but I lightly pushed her hand back and grabbed it for her.

"Elizabeth?" Alexia muttered when she read the caller ID.

"Hey.... No, I'm in a hospital. Why?... What? When?!... I have to go, Liz. Bye." She placed her phone back on the table. A tear glistened on her cheek. 

"What happened?" I worriedly asked.

"I have to get out of here-my mom... I need to-"

She sat up. It was then she saw herself in the mirror across the room and froze.

Alexia's POV

I looked... weird. Not myself. I look tired and worn out, with dark circles around my eyes even though I had been sleeping for a long time - at least a day. My hair was all over the place and there was a huge gash along my forehead. I looked down at my arms... saw the stitches again... and felt faint. I never exactly knew why, but seeing string or whatever go through my skin makes me nervous. 

"Harry..." I whispered. "I think I'm going to faint."

Harry only smiled. I blacked out into his waiting arms. 

I woke to find myself back in the hospital bed. Shit, what about the Christmas party? I'll just have to call my aunt and tell them I'm not coming. Harry has a family celebration too, doesn't he? So why is he still here, sleeping on the hard chair beside my bed? I couldn't reach him, so I threw a book I found on the bedside table. 

"Ow," he moaned. Rubbing his head, the spot where it had hit him, he looked up and gave me a glare. I only shrugged.

"You're supposed to be with your family. It's Christmas Eve," I said.

"But then you'll be all alone."

"I'll be fine."

"But you need me more than they do."

"No, Harry. The party isn't complete without you."

"What about your aunt's party?"

"I'll miss it. No big deal."

"So then missing mine won't be a big deal either."

"Okay, this is because I'm stuck in a hospital."

I remembered my mom. I quickly blinked away the tears already threatening to spill and smiled to keep them from falling. 

Harry hesitated. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. He leaned down for a kiss. After that, he grinned appreciatively at me one more time before he ran back home to his family. I curled up into a ball. My family was slowly falling apart. My mom... I can't believe it. The doctors gave her a month. Has it really been that long? I let my sobs escape my chapped lips and fill the room. Elizabeth and I weren't like we were before. We don't even talk anymore. Why so many deaths? Why now? I didn't even get to give my gift to her. Everything hurt. Not just physical, but also emotional. My heart felt physically heavy. I wanted something - anything - to get rid of this pain. 

Don't drink to get rid of it, don't take drugs... and just don't end up like Dad. Because I have so much to live for. Do I? Do I really? Because it seems I only have Meghan and Harry now. Death sounds so tempting. Meeting Mum and Dad, getting away from this retched world filled with lies. All it'll take is some sleeping pills.

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