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?


39. Chapter 39

Harry's POV

My head hurt. Just a little bit. But it still hurt. I tried to recall what happened last night. At first, all I could remember was the blaring pop music, but then it came back to me.


I had met one of my friends, Beck, and his wife, Katie. We always seemed to be meeting my friends on these trips. I wanted to refuse his offer to hang out, but Alexia insisted we go, because I haven't talked to him in a long time. What Alexia wanted, she got. At least, from me. So here Beck and I were, sitting in the stools and laughing our butts off at memories while Alexia went to the middle of the dance floor. I had drank a fair amount of alcohol, not enough to get me so drunk that I couldn't think properly, but enough to make everything seem a bit fuzzy. This time, it was Alexia who had gotten really drunk. I was a bit hesitant to let her onto the dance floor, just in case someone would take advantage of her (because you never know who these people really are), but she angrily told me she could take care of herself and swaggered off.

I honestly think that Beck was the least drunk of all of us. Then I watched him telling Katie that he needed directions to this club because he was supposed to meet his wife there. Nevermind. Katie was the least drunk of all of us. I was a bit sick of clubs, bars, pubs, etc. I wanted a quiet night in. I couldn't tell if Alexia was an introvert or extrovert. Maybe an ambivert? I, myself, leaned more to extrovert. 

I didn't know what else to do. Alexia was somewhere in the crowd of sweaty bodies, Beck had moved on to talking to some random guy he found, and Katie was no where to be seen - she was probably lost in the dance floor as well. So, I settled for watching the DJ jam out to the beats. Hm. That sounded old school. Old Skool Vans. I wasn't wearing those now. I had a pair of Timberlands on. Where did I even get these? I think they were one of my Christmas gifts. Or... a birthday gift? My brain was too fogged up to remember who gave these to me and when. Maybe I'll remember in the morning. Nah, I'd probably forget about it in the morning.

Alexia emerged from the crowd with a man. He was bulky. Tattoos littered his body. It would have been highly intimidating, if not for the fact that he was snuggling into my girlfriend and making strange noises. Kind of like a purr, but human form. Does that make sense? 

Anyways, I wanted to laugh, but then I noticed Alexia willingly pressing her body to his. A frown featured on my face instead. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

She looked up to the man. "Harry, do you know this person?"

"No, I don't," I answered, thinking she was talking to me. She wasn't.

"I wasn't asking you," she snapped. 

Wow. Drunk Alexia was hot. 

"But I'm Harry."

The man straightened himself. Woah. He was tall. Way taller than I thought. "No, I am."

"Well nice to meet you, Harry. But I'm Harry. Harry Styles. And that's my girlfriend you have there." I reached over to pull Alexia to me, but she pushed me away. 

"Why is this person pretending to be you?"

Did she really think this person was me?

"How does this person look a THING like me?!" I gasped, offended. 

"Shh, babe. Go upstairs." He winked. 

Alexia smiled and turned around to the stairs. Before she could take a step, I pulled her towards me, hardly noticing her weak attempts to break free of my iron grip. 

"Let her go," the man growled.

"I'm not the one taking advantage of the amount of drinks she's had."

And I'm also the one who wasn't purring into her neck, I wanted to add. But I didn't, for fear of serious injuries.

Luckily, Beck and Katie returned. Katie was supporting Beck up. I knew we'd have to take a cab back. Beck would have to come back for his car tomorrow.

We left quickly, Alexia still struggling against my hold.

Flashback over

I whirled my head around, half expecting to see that man holding a knife. All I saw was Alexia sleeping peacefully. It took quite some time to get her to stop trashing and crying for 'Harry'. Seriously. How did I look like him? I decided this would be something I'd tease her for for the rest of her life. The good this is, at least now I know she loves me. Not that I didn't before; this was just a piece of evidence. I turned my whole body around this time, so my chest was facing Alexia. Then I noticed the sunlight still streaming through the closed curtains. I groaned. It was too early. 

Today, I decided, would be a day in, and we'd spend it binge watching the Harry Potter series. I'm sure Alexia would agree with the idea since she wasn't exactly going to be in the best shape to go out today. 

My thoughts tired me. I closed my eyes, cuddling close to Alexia. I couldn't remember when I fell asleep. Can anyone really remember when they fall asleep?


Someone shook me. “Harry.”

“Mmm?” I mumbled into the pillow, still half asleep.

“It’s noon.”


I turned over to feel a cold rush of air and then turn back and curl up into the small body next to me. Alexia hid her face in the crook of my neck and groaned. I remembered she probably had a bad hangover.

“Can we not go out today?” she asked.

I tried to nod but her face stood in the way. “Of course.”

Alexia suddenly stood up and ran to the bathroom. She came back minutes later looking terribly pale. 

“Why do we always go to the club? Clubs used to be a once-a-year thing for me. Now it’s like, once a month.”

“Not exactly, but if you want to blame someone for your head, I strongly suggest Beck.”

“I’ll be sure to give him a call. Tomorrow.”

Alexia was getting a bit warm at the touch. I shifted the blanket down so it only went up to her hip. The blanket laid loosely over us.

I couldn't sleep now. Alexia, on the other hand, fell asleep almost seconds after she closed her eyes. I wiggled out of her arms and got into my clothes. Then I went to the other bed and opened my laptop. I began binge watching Harry Potter. I loved this series, though I found Ginny and Harry's love to go quite fast. It went from Harry only thinking of Ginny as a friend, to Harry looking longingly at her, to them dating. There wasn't even anything about how Harry asked her out. Or maybe it was one of those things where the two characters just automatically start dating because they feel a connection or something. I don't know. But I guess I can't really judge. I mean... Alexia and I started dating before a week even passed since we first met. At first, I thought it was just a summer love, like everyone else. I can't believe how far we've gone. Never have I ever dated a girl for less than a year and and loved her. Sure, I liked her very, very much, but it wasn't love. I was sure Alexia was the one, because I didn't know what I'd do without her. 

My attention was brought back to the laptop screen by a very weird looking Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head. I grimaced. The scene disgusted me. 

A weight was put on my shoulder. I looked over and saw that Alexia had decided to join me. She looked terrible, in a good way. Her hair was messed up, lipstick smeared, and dark circles under her eyes despite the fact of having slept for half the day. She still looked gorgeous. 

"Harry Potter? Seriously?"

"Of course! Don't tell me you don't like it!"

"I do, but didn't you already see this? I mean, it was 'everyone's childhood'."

"Is it suddenly a crime to re-watch movies?"

Alexia changed the subject. "What happened last night?"

I couldn't contain my smirk and began to tell the mini-story.

After I finished, Alexia's eyes were wide open with horror.

"Really?" she gasped, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I just really don't understand how you thought I looked like that man."

"I don't understand how I thought he looked like you either." 

Her hand flew to her forehead and she groaned again. I set aside my laptop, which was still streaming Harry Potter, and grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table. I gave her it. She sipped it, then put it in her lap for later.

"Move," she demanded.

I complied. She scooted further onto the bed so now she sat cross-legged, instead of one of her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. I placed the device in the middle of us, and together, we began watching Harry Potter.


I woke up, realizing Alexia wasn't beside me. For a moment, I panicked. Where could she be? Don't tell me someone tried to kidnap her again.

Okay, Harry. Where would she be? I recalled her saying that she liked that night we were on the roof. First, I decided to check the bathroom. Nope. No Alexia. So either she's on the roof, or she's been kidnapped. 

The more sensible option was correct. I found her on the roof, sitting with her legs dangling off the edge. I strolled towards her and sat down next to her.

"Hey," I said.

She didn't turn. "Hey."

Comfortable silence engulfed us in its loving arms.

"Dance with me," I whispered.

This time she looked at me. "Huh?" 

"You like dancing, don't you?"


I took her hand and stood her up, with her back facing the night sky. My hands froze at my side, and I couldn't move for a second as if her eyes were paralyzing me. I didn't mind though. She could do anything to me as long as she's by my side. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked at night. I mean, I've noticed it before, but she somehow felt more stunning tonight. 

A loud horn in the distance snapped me out of my deep thoughts. Apparently, it did the same to Alexia. She jumped, obviously startled. Her feet lost balance on the ledge.

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