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?


34. Chapter 34

Alexia's POV

Well, I was out of the hospital now. I still needed to wait for my arm to heal and to go back to get my stitches taken out, but I'm pretty sure I could just do that at a family doctor, right? I was too insecure about going out in public like this, so I took some days off from work. Honestly, I was surprised I was still allowed to work there. A normal boss would have fired me a long time ago. I'm usually late, I don't even go on most days, and I take way more days off than I'm allowed to. Yet Rachel keeps me.

I was thinking about signing up for continuing law school because I wanted to be a lawyer someday, but then I thought of all the people I'd have to deal with and decided against it. I did actually take law in university, and my path was to get a Master of Laws degree. But halfway through the course, I got bored and quit. I took online classes until I met Harry, and that's when my life got too hectic for me to remember about the classes. I should probably see if they still have those. I'd like to get back on track. They did.

In less than a few hours, I was on my laptop, jotting down notes from the teacher while eating carrots and celery. Someone knocked on the door. 

"It's open!" I shouted. 

I was seriously going to regret that if that person was a kidnapper or murderer. The space beside me on the couch sank. Hands creeped around my waist to rest on my thighs. I recognized the cross tattoo just between his thumb and index finger and relaxed. 

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Online classes. I want to continue the law course I was taking," I explained, still scribbling down the stuff that the professor was saying.

"Really? I was going to take law, but then I went on the X-factor and then everything happened."

"I'll make you proud."

"You better. So.. how are you?"

My pen stopped for half a second, but then continued taking notes. What he really meant was, Are you over your mother's death yet? To be honest, I wasn't sure if I was. I was getting better at hiding it, but I still cry most nights before I go to bed. But just like Meghan, who, again, disappeared for a few days and finally texting me that she'd come back next week, I always felt better with Harry. Well, in Meghan's case, Jason. 

"Better." I leaned back into his chest, abandoning my work. I'd find the manuscript for the lecture later on and take notes from that. 

Harry was perfectly fine with that, as he took the notebook and pen away from me and placed it on the table. Then he kissed me. He never properly kissed me when I was still in the hospital because he was too afraid I'd get hurt, so this felt like heaven. I reluctantly pulled away when I ran out of breath. 

"You're so ugly, Harry," I said, curious to see what his reaction would be.

"You're so beautiful. I don't deserve you."

"You deserve a lot more than me... since when did our conversations become so cheesy?"

Harry laughed. "I think they were mostly cheesy from the start."

"You're rubbing off on me."

"You should be honoured."

"Yet I'm not."

"Give me 20 minutes while I think of a good comeback."

It was my turn to laugh. 

The lesson was still going, and it was annoying me a bit so I turned my laptop off.

"I have to go to the US tonight," Harry said.


"Friend's anniversary."

"Oh. When will you be back?"

"Not long, I'll be back by Wednesday."

Today was Monday. Only a day. Good. I mentally slapped myself. What was I thinking? What kind anniversary lasts for a month?

I nodded my head in acknowledgement and leaned back on him. I closed my eyes, too tired to continue the conversation. Harry understood. His voice soon brought me to sleep, and when I woke, my phone was beeping with Harry's messages. I only bothered to read the last part.

Harry: I miss you

Harry: I love you

Harry: I'm on the plane

Harry: I wish you were here :(

Harry: Please wake up

Harry: Answerrrrrr

Harry: I want to see you

Harry: I also want to hear your voice

Harry: Are you hungry?

Harry: You should eat. It's lunch

Harry: I have to go. Call me. Love you 

I obeyed his text and called him. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Harold."

"Did you sleep well?"

"As well as someone can with their phone beeping every second."

"Oh. Sorry."

"I'm kidding, I slept like a baby."


"Who's your friend?"


"You're friends with Niall's crush?"

"Niall had a crush?"

"Yeah. He said her name was Jasmine."

"Oh... I'm sure they're different Jasmine's. After all, there isn't only one Jasmine in the world. Especially because this Jasmine is married."

"Yeah... I guess so," I said uncertainly.

After a moment of awkward silence, "Well you should be," Harry said.

"Huh?" I asked, clearly confused.

"For the comeback," he clarified.

"First, that was a horrible comeback. Second, it was 3 hours too late."


The moon shone over London, dimly lighting up my room. The bedsheets were perfectly made; they were untouched. The rocking chair was where it always was. My clothes were folded and put away in my dresser. The only thing that had moved was me. I stood by the window and stared at the stars. It was strange that stars were out tonight, but I'm glad they were anyway. My dad told me that each star contains thousands of people's memories. That I could store mine in them, and if I ever wanted to remember them again, I just had to look at that star. He had pointed at a constellation and told me the memory of when he stole grapes from someone's backyard with his friends, and that's when he met Grace, my mum. Of course, like all my parents' stories, I never believed it. But nonetheless, I had stored 2 memories in it. I stored the memory of my father's smile, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. I stored the memory of my mother's laugh, bright and charming like bluebells. Tonight, I saw that constellation and remembered him, remembered Mum. I thought of them doing the waltz, young and carefree again, and I made myself a promise. I would live on my life and make them proud of me. 

Slowly, I shuffled away from the window and climbed into bed. I covered myself with the blanket and curled into a ball. I wonder how Harry was doing. Was he thinking of me? A faint trace of a smile outlined itself on my lips as I thought of him. And tonight, I realized that I hadn't cried. Not even one tear.

Harry's POV

The huge party downstairs was suffocating. It was held at a mansion, but even so, I wasn't sure how it could fit so many people. I now leaned against the balcony railing, my head ever so slightly tilted up to look at the moon. It was truly beautiful. I wished Alexia were here. Shadows danced across the pool, and real people danced around the pool. I could barely hear the music from up here though, but I didn't mind.  

"Harry? What are you doing up here?" Jasmine's voice came from behind me.

I didn't turn. "What are you doing up here?"

She stepped beside me. "I needed to get away from people."

"Same here."

We stood in silence, breathing in the cold air. It wasn't the bad kind of cold, it was the kind that made you feel alive. I remembered what Alexia had said about Niall and his crush, Jasmine. Honestly, I was kind of hurt that he didn't tell me but he told her. But was this Jasmine his crush? Curiosity overtook me. 

"Jas, do you know my friend, Niall?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I've met him quite a few times. We're pretty close."

Niall had a crush on a MARRIED WOMAN? I didn't know I was gawking at her until she said, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just surprised you know him. You haven't been to Ireland before, have you?"

"Nope. I met him when he was in the US."

"Oh, okay." I suddenly wanted to get away from her too. "I uh, I have to go."

"What do you mean? The party's not over yet!"

"I'm going downstairs," I called over my shoulder as I began walking down the stairs. Thankfully, she didn't follow me.

What was I going to tell Niall? How could he not see the ring on her hand? Should I even tell him?

Questions ran through my ran until all that was left was, ​I really don't want him to be heartbroken.

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