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?


36. Chapter 36

Alexia's POV

I've been thinking of how I wasn't talking to most of my old friends and it's been bothering me a lot, so I invited Tracy, whom I met at a grocery store, over. Honestly, I was surprised she agreed. Meghan was hiding out in her room so I didn't have to worry about her at the moment. 

"You have a boyfriend, right?" Tracy asked. 


"And he's apparently famous?"


"What's his name?"


"Isn't it kind of weird to have him singing about his exes and how he loved them so much or whatever?"

"I never thought about it that way. I guess your right. Damn it, now you're going to make things between us awkward!" I joked. I didn't care about how he was singing about his exes. I didn't worry about how he might still have feelings for them. They're called an 'ex' for a reason.

"Can I send a text on your phone to him?"


"Just because. Plus, you still owe me something from that time I saved your ass and paid for your cereal."

"Well I would have paid you back but I kept forgetting. You never reminded me."

"'Cause one day, there might be something I'd want to do involving you and I'd like to hold that against you until that day. Which is today."

I shrugged and gave her my already unlocked phone. "Text away."

Her fingers flew across the screen as I munched on a potato crisp.

I'm going to need to go to the gym one day, I thought.

"Where is your boyfriend anyways?"

"He's in the US visiting a few friends."

Tracy finished the text and gave my phone back to me.

"What'd you say?"

She didn't need to answer because I was already checking. 

Alexia: Babe, I have some news

Alexia: I'm pregnant! 👶 (baby emoji)

I laughed and closed my phone.

Tracy peered closely at me. "You're not mad or anything?"

"No, why would I be?"

"Well... I don't know. I wanted to make you anxious."

"Oh, it's not making me anxious. Can't say the same about Harry when he sees the text though." Then I fully took in what she said. "WOW, Trace. Such a good friend you are."

"It's what I do to all my taken friends."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope. Single bitch here." She reached for the plate of crisps.


"Whatever. I don't have to share my food." 

"You're sharing food with me right now."

"No, you're sharing food with me right now. These are your crisps."

"But we're still sharing."

Tracy didn't answer. 

Someone knocked on the door. It was Evan. 

"What do you want?" 

His eyebrows scrunched together. "Are you mad at me? I thought we were okay-"

"We are, I'm sorry. I'm just tired."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Fell down a flight of stairs," I saw his eyes go to my forehead and added, "and crashed into a table full of glass bottles."

Evan winced. "That must've hurt. So uh, do you want to go to the movies? I heard there was this really good horror one."

Why do most of my friends like horror movies? Do they want to pee their pants or something?

"I have a friend over. Wanna come in?"

Evan nodded.

We went to the living room, where Tracy was. They both looked at each other, disgust forming in their eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea to bring him in. 

"Who's he?" Tracy asked.

"My ex from high school."

"Lemme guess. He cheated on you?"

Evan shifted uncomfortably.

I glanced at her in surprised. "How'd you know?"

"I have a knack for sniffing out cheaters."

I rolled my eyes. "How does one have a 'knack' for finding cheaters?"

Tracy shrugged. "Ask anyone who knows me."

"Maybe I should go..." Evan awkwardly trailed off. He started walking away but Tracy bolted up and stopped him.

"No, stay!" she said, a mischievous grin present on her features. 

I karate chopped their connected hands. "Oh, Trace. If you're going to torture him, do it somewhere else."

"Want to fight? Come at me! I dare you." 

She held two fists up.

"I took self-defence classes when I was younger," I warned.

"When you were younger. Now you're older."

"I'm not going to fight you, Tracy."

"I will," Evan offered.

Plopping down on the couch, I watched as the two verbally fought. If it got physical, I would step in. But it wouldn't; lovebirds don't punch each other. Seriously though, they would make a good couple.

Sydney... how's she doing? Haven't seen her in a long time, thankfully. What happened to that guy that helped her kidnap me? Could I even count it as a kidnapping? Looking back, it was actually quite an interesting experience. Taken for less than a day... I don't know why, but it amused me. Sydney's never really been good at anything except applying makeup and shopping. Oh. That was rude. Well, if she tried, she could've gotten into a good university. 

The online law courses were going pretty well for me. It's been... what? A week now since I started them? A week away from Harry. I figured being away from him was actually beneficial for me. It helped me get back the independence I'd forgotten I had. And I ACTUALLY went grocery shopping for the first time in forever. 


I blinked. Tracy and Evan sat on each side of me. The voice was Evan's.

My hand went to my chest as I pretended to be hurt. "Wow, and I thought you were the nice one. My pores are better than yours. Heh, that rhymed."

He shook his head disapprovingly and tsked. "So childish."

"I swear someone's said that to me before."

"Which just proves how childish you are." Tracy smiled mockingly. 

"You guys should date. You're both mean," I huffed.

Then another battle went on between the two. 

The rest of the day went on like this: them teasing me, then them fighting. Nothing else happened. I didn't mind though. It was nice to just watch the drama rather then be in it for once. How do they even have so many insults to shoot at each other anyways? Being horrible at comebacks, I knew I wouldn't last a minute against them.

Finally, I kicked them out for some me time. I didn't feel bad about it, since they seemed like they wanted to go anyways. Probably for some them time. They were both feisty, straight-forward, and ambitious. Whatever. Thinking of them gives me a headache, because thinking of them means thinking of the arguments they had right beside me, which gave me a headache.

I took out some beer out from the fridge. Taking a swig from the bottle, I thought about Meghan. I thought about what she said. That wasn't like her. She was a loyal person, and if she ever got feelings for one of her friends' boyfriend, she would do her best to keep it to herself. She wasn't just a roommate, no matter how much I told that to myself. She was my best friend. All those memories we've made together... I refused to throw all that away. 

Everything was easier without boys. But I wouldn't ever trade Harry for a life without complications. I actually kind of feel bad for someone who has a life without problems. Sometimes, I prefer an easy life, but then I think about it and switch my decision. 

My phone dinged with a text notification.

Harry: What? Really? Are you sure?

I decided to play along with Tracy's prank.

Alexia: Yeah! Isn't this amazing? We'll have our own little ball of sunshine

Then Harry called me.

"REALLY?! You're actually pregnant?!"

I stifled a laugh. "Yes! Why do you sound so horrified?"

"I'm not ready to be a dad! Oh, shit! I don't know the first thing about being a dad! I don't think I can take care of that big of a responsibility, Lex!"

"You'll have nine months to prepare."

"That's not helping! What are we going to name it? Is it a girl or boy? Have you found that out yet? Probably not. What do we need to buy for it? I can go to a shop right now."

"Harry, you're more worried than I am, and I'm the one giving birth."

"I'm sorry, but you would be too if you were me!"

"Well, you don't have to worry."

"Telling me that doesn't make me worry any less."

"No, you don't have to worry 'cause I'm not actually pregnant."

"You don't have to lie to comfort me. I'll be fine-"

"It was prank."

The line was silent for a moment.

"If I were home right now..." Harry growled.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Please... don't do that to me again. I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest."

"You'd better not die on me, Styles."

"I'll try my best."

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