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?


4. Chapter 4

Alexia's POV

"I'm so sorry, I promise it won't happen again, just please don't fire me..." I begged.

"What? Fire you? What the hell are you talking about Alexia?" Rachel laughed.

"Wait, what?"

"You didn't tell me you were dating Harry Styles!"

"But I'm not-"

"This is awesome! Did you guys have it yet?" Rachel wiggled her eyebrows.

"One - we're not dating. Two - no, we didn't have it! Where did you get that idea?"

"It's on the tabloids."

"I've heard that from Meghan."

"There's a picture of you guys kissing in a club, and you were spotted coming out of his hotel room multiple times."

"Can I get to work now?" I asked, desperate to change the subject from me and Harry.


I put on an apron and walked to the cashier.

"I ship you guys, by the way." Rachel called out.

I flicked her the finger. Her laugh followed me all the way until I placed myself behind the cashier.

My shift ended. It seemed like eternity while I was taking orders. Ever since I met Harry, the time that I was with him went by faster then I could really take in. Whenever I'm not with him, I find myself wishing I was and waiting until the time I see him again.

I considered going to his hotel room to hang out with him like I usually do, but then decided against it. It would seem too desperate, and I guess it was kind of good for me to take some time to myself - well, without him.

I walked home, passing the hotel that Harry was staying at. My head was looking down at the ground, so I didn't see when someone ran into me. I was knocked backwards, hitting my head on a sharp rock on the floor and fainting.

Harry's POV

Since Alexia was at work, and I had nothing else to do, I went on a run. A fan recognized me and asked me for a photo. Looking at the pavement, my attention focused on not stepping on the cracks. My body collided with another and the person fell and hit their head on the ground. I realized that it was Alexia.

"Alexia!" I fell on my knees and lifted her up. The back of her head hit a sharp rock on the ground and the rock had pierced her skin, making it bleed furiously. I took of my jacket and used one hand to hold it to the back of her head while I used the other to call an ambulance.


"What happened?" A nurse with bleached blond hair asked me in the hospital. We were in front of the room Alexia was in.

"Um, I was on a run and wasn't paying attention, I bumped into her and she hit her head on a jagged rock, the sharp point cut her skin on her head. And.. um, yeah."

Blondie (the nurse) nodded and wrote something on her clipboard.

"Can I go in?" I looked at the door.

"She hasn't woken up yet. She's alive though."

"So can I go in?"

"Family only."

"I'm her boyfriend." I lied. I was getting impatient.

"Fine." Blondie opened the door and I entered after thanking her. She left.

I stood there gazing at Alexia, admiring how she still managed to look amazing sleeping and wearing a hospital gown.

Alexia's POV

My eyes opened to bright lights, completely different from the darkness I was floating in a minute ago. I looked around and realized that I was in a hospital room. Harry was also in here.

"What happened?" I squinted.

"I ran into you and you hit your head."

Then I remembered. I reached to the back of my head and felt the stiches. I'm glad that they didn't cut any of my hair off though, my hair is my favourite thing on my body.

"Sorry about that, I uh, wasn't looking." Harry apologized.

"It's fine, neither was I."

Well, my attempt to avoid Harry was a fail.

"Can I get out of this place now?" I asked.

"I'll go tell someone."

He returned a few seconds later with a nurse.

"Yes, you can go. Come back to get your stiches removed in a week." She told me.


She left, leaving me to my business. I looked around and found my pile of clothes on a chair in the corner of the room. Harry followed my gaze and grabbed the clothes. He held out my clothes. I reached for it, only for his to pull his arm back.

"Harry!" I pouted.

"I'll give you it if you give me something."

"What's 'something'?"

"I don't know." Harry shrugged.

"How about a towel?"

"Why would I need a towel?"

"I don't know." I did my best to mimic him. "What about money?"

"Why would I need money?"

"A dance?"

"To what song?"

"Your choice."

Harry thought about it. "Okay."

He handed me my stuff. I looked at him expectantly.

He sighed and turned around.

It was better then him looking at me, at least. I changed into my outfit I was wearing before.

"You can turn around now." I spoke.

Harry turned around without saying anything and walked over to the bed. He leaned down until he was my level.

"I want that dance now." Harry whispered.

With his face inches from mine, I couldn't speak so I nodded.

Harry scooped me up and carried me bridal style to his car. He strapped me in, then walked to the other side to the driver seat.

"I thought you said you wanted it now." I looked at him.

"I'd rather it be more private."

In the privacy of his room, he took out his phone and played a song. It took me a while to recognize it, but I realized it was Slow Love by Beyoncé.

"We're doing a slow dance?" I laughed.

Harry shrugged. "Why not?"

He stepped closer to me until our stomachs were pressing against each other. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I did the same around his neck. Looking into his eyes, I immediately got lost in them. The different shades of green was so pretty, and for the first time in a while, I wanted to paint. My fingers itched to draw his eyes, then colour them in with paint. My past is something I never really reveal to anyone, not even Meghan knows.

The music became distant, only a faint sound in my ears. The only thing I was paying attention to was Harry. I was aware of touch we shared right now. Wherever our bare skins met, it tingled. Again, I found his face inches from mine. I wanted desperately to close that gap, to close that distance between our lips and connect them.

By now we've stopped moving. Harry hesitated, but then slowly leaned in. My breath hitched in my throat. His lips were now barely a few milometers from mine. He stopped, waiting for me make the move. If I kissed him, it would mean that we were either dating, or friends with benefits because friends definitely did not kiss 3 times. I pressed my lips on his. Butterflies exploded in my stomach. This kiss was somehow better than all our other ones, so that made this one more than awesome. Our lips moved in sync. My hands grabbed Harry's hair and pulled it lightly. He moaned. Harry's tongue licked my bottom lip, and I granted him access. His tongue explored my mouth, every nook and cranny. We had a mini battle with our tongues. Harry won, like always. When my lungs were begging for air and my legs were weak (from both the lack of air and the kiss itself), I slowly pulled away.

"So what does that make us?" I asked for the secondth time since I met Harry.

"Will you, Alexia Roberts, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" Harry asked.

I giggled at how he made it sound like a proposal. "Yes."

Harry kissed me again. This one was interrupted by Harry's phone.

Harry answered without checking the caller ID. "Hello?.... Yes I know. .... That's all?..... Okay, bye."

"Who was that?" I peered at his phone curiously.

"It's just my manager reminding me that I have an interview tomorrow." Harry rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face.

That's when reality hit me. He's going to be gone a lot, on tour and going to interviews. I really did hope this relationship turned out well, but that would only be either a miracle or that would be my fantasy. I don't believe in miracles anymore. Reality is cruel and relentless. I pushed the thought to the back of my head. I could always think about it when I was alone, but I tend not to dwell on things like that when I'm with other people. Just in case I cry.

"I uh, have to go." I pointed at the door for emphasis.

"Why? What do you have to do?" Harry grabbed my waist so I couldn't walk away.

"Um, just, you know, um," I stammered. I quickly searched my brain for something - anything - that could be used as an excuse. "I uh, promised Meghan I would hang out with her."

"Has anyone ever told you you were a bad liar?" Harry nuzzled his nose against my cheek. "So what's the real reason?"

I sighed. "I don't really have to go." My head rested on his chest.

"If you don't want to be with me, you could just say so." Harry's voice was laced with hurt. Even though I barely knew him and deep down - where my sense lies - I knew this was moving too fast, hearing him in pain like that hurt my heart.

"No, no, no! It's an honour to be with you. It's just... I don't know." I truly didn't know. I guess I was afraid I might cry at any minute, for no apparent reason. It's a feeling inside, a feeling I can't explain. Like how I can't explain how I already like Harry so much and I've known him for less then a week.

"You know, you were really drunk at that club." I said, desperate to change the subject. This wasn't the first time I've tried to change the subject today.

Harry seemed to understand that I didn't want to talk about it. He stepped back, giving me my personal space. Or to give himself some space, I wasn't sure. Maybe both. What I was sure about was that I hurt him, and that hurt me.

"Yeah, did I do anything embarrassing?"

"Well, a random girl came to you and you guys almost had sex, so if you count that as embarrassing, then yes."

Harry chuckled but something in his eyes was off. He wouldn't look me in the eye, something I've found him to usually do when he talks to people. It's what makes him all the more intimidating.

"I'm sorry." I apologized.

"For what?" Harry's head shot up in surprise.

"For, you know."

"Oh. It's fine, don't worry about it." Harry smiled, but then again, his eyes didn't match his smile.

"I really am sorry."

"It's okay."

I felt his hint that he didn't want to talk about it either.

Harry's POV

I was confused. Did Alexia want to be my girlfriend or not? It was so silent in the room, and it was getting very uncomfortable for me.

Please, just say something Alexia. Anything but that. Distract me.

I wish she could have heard my silent plead, but silent is called silent for a reason, isn't it?

After a few more long seconds like that, "Are we going to keep this private?" She asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm okay with whatever you want to do."

"We'll figure it out as we go."

The light turned a bit pink and I realized the sun was going down.

"Would you like to... stay maybe? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to but I just thought that it's um, getting dark and uh..." I awkwardly trailed off, looking at the floor. I didn't know what was making me so nervous.

I looked up to find Alexia looking at me with an amused look.

"What?" My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"You're blushing."

Oh. I didn't even notice.

"And you're so cute when you stutter," Alexia pinched my pink-tinted cheeks. "I would love to stay for the night."

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