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?


5. Chapter 5

Alexia's POV

"You know I used to sleep naked? I still do sometimes." Harry whispered through the dark [A/N: I reread it and just realized that it was a 1D song. I miss them but they still slay singing by themselves ;)]

We were lying on a bed (there were two but Harry wanted to share one). Harry was looking at me and I was on my back, looking at the ceiling. Before we climbed into bed, Harry was going to take of everything but his boxers but I had made him put his pants on. I was fully clothed.

"Maybe I'll let you sleep naked next to me one day."

"Is that so? Then I'll wait for that day."



"Can you sing me something?"

"Like what?"

"Sweet Creature."

"You know that song? I thought you knew nothing about me."

"I've been doing my research." A cheeky grin made it's way onto my face.

Harry chuckled.

Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going
But we know where we belong

No, we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn
I know but, oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of rope, you bring me home

[A/N: I'm not going to write all the lyrics as it's a waste of time and no one ever reads them anyways]

The sweet voice of Harry had me falling asleep before the chorus even came.


The next day

"A guy tried to hit me up at work today." I laughed.

"And you're surprised... how?" Meghan raised an eyebrow.

"How'd you know I was surprised?"

"It's in your eyes. Seriously Lex, I've been your best friend since university. I know you."

Meghan's phone lit up, and she checked it. I think it was a notification from Twitter. Her face lit up.

"I'm not hot or anything." I said after she put her phone down.

"Yes you are!"

"I'm average."

"Did he ask you on a date?"


"Did you accept?"


"Why not?!"

I remembered that Meghan doesn't know that Harry and I are dating. I didn't know if we were going to tell the public, but like I said that night, we'll figure it out as we go. Telling my best friend couldn't hurt. If I didn't want her  to tell anyone, she wouldn't. We trust each other with our lives.

"I'm already dating someone."

"Who?!" Meghan leaned in, intrigued in what name I was going to say.




Meghan gaped at me. "You're not joking."

It was more like a statement, not a question.

"Does it look like I am?"

"CONGRATULATIONS LEX!" Meghan jumped up from the couch we were on and over-dramatically clapped. "He's still at that interview?"



"I really don't think so, remember what happened last time?"

"That was his problem."

"I stayed at his hotel all day taking care of him. You owe me."

"Whatever. Party pooper." She sat back down.

"Don't tell anyone okay? We want to keep it quiet for now."

"It's all over Twitter."

"What? HOW?!"

"I already knew you guys were dating,. That notification was someone tweeting that Harry said you guys were dating on that interview he's at. Harry's not the only good actor you know." Meghan winked.

"So you're indirectly telling me I'm a bad actor."

"I didn't say that.... well, yeah. You are a bad actor."


Honestly, I wasn't mad at Harry. The decision wasn't made by both of us, but I can't really blame him as I probably would have told someone sooner or later. Plus, they'd find out anyways. It's kind of hard to keep your relationship a secret, especially when you're dating Harry Styles. Or any singer, actor, model, etc. I'm just kind of scared. What if it doesn't work out? I don't want to be known to the world as Harry Styles ex.

Okay Alexia, stop thinking about the future. Focus on the present. Who even said those words? At least they'll be happy that it's a popular phrase. Well, I think it is at least.

My phone beeped. I took it out of my pocket and checked the screen.

"Hold on Meghan." I said.

HarryTheUgly: How are you

Me: Why are you being so formal?

HarryTheUgly: Am I?

Me: We're dating, you can start the conversation with something crazy like 'I pooped in my pants'. Boring COW

HarryTheUgly: Mooooo

Me: Oink oink

HarryTheUgly: Cuckoo cuckoo

Me: That's not an animal

HarryTheUgly: That's a cuckoo clock, isn't it?

Me: That's not an animal

HarryTheUgly: Don't get all smart with me missy

Me: Don't get all dumb with me mister

HarryTheUgly: You're mean :(

Me: Aw is little baby Harry sad? Does he need breast feeding, then burping, then someone to rock him to sleep?

HarryTheUgly: Yes. Baby Harry is sad. Feed me mum

Me: I'll feed you if you come over

HarryTheUgly: Ok mum. Shall I walk or drive


HarryTheUgly: Ok mum :)

Me: See you later sweetie

I turned off my phone. It was just then did I realized that Meghan was still here, curiously looking at me.

"That took you a long time," She commented. "Who was it?"

"Harry. He's coming over."

"Well then I'll be leaving you two to your privacy." Meghan winked.

"We're not going to 'have it'. Jeez." I rolled my eyes.

"You said you were never going to date a celebrity, and here you are, letting Harry Styles into your apartment. Who knows what'll happen?" Meghan grabbed her stuff and headed towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I called after her.


"Who's Jason?"

"Oh. I must have forgotten to tell you. Do you remember that boy I was dancing with at the club? The one that caught me when you rudely pushed me away?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Yeah."

"So while you've been busy with your future husband,-"

"He might not be." Though I have to admit that I did kind of want him to be.

"-I've been hanging out with Jason and now we're dating!"

My bottom lip dropped. "WE'RE FINALLY NOT LONERS ANYMORE!"

I hugged Meghan.

"Got to go. Don't wanna waste anytime without him." Meghan smiled.

"So you're saying I'm a waste of time?" I pouted.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know, I know. Go! Have fun with your future husband!" I quoted Meghan.

We waved goodbye before she half-ran and half-walked out the door.

I plopped back on the couch and grabbed the remote from the table. I turned the tv on to a random network and then pulled out my phone again.

After a few minutes of playing Tetris (don't ask why I still play that), someone knocked on the door. I jumped up and sprinted to the door.

"Hey Mum." Harry greeted when I opened the door.

"Hi sweetie." I reached up and kissed both his cheeks.

"If you're my mum, then who's my dad?"

I stepped to the side to let Harry in. He closed the door behind him.

"Yeah um... sorry to break it to you but you're adopted. My husband and real daughter died."

"What?!" Harry pretended to look surprised.

"Yep. I will never love you as much as I love my real daughter. You were just a second choice."

Harry wiped his eyes with his hands, pretending to cry.

"But that's okay because we have some mother-son incest going on in this family."

"Not yet." Harry smirked.

He took a step forward. I took a step back. It continued like that until my back collided with a wall. Harry placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me. I could just escape by ducking under his arms, but who would really want to escape? With our bodies pressed tightly against each other, Harry crashed his lips on mine. Unlike the last kiss, this one was rough. I can't say I didn't like it though, or that'd be a lie. I licked his bottom lips for permission. His lips immediately opened to let my tongue in. This time, I was the one who explored his mouth.

Another knock sounded from the door, it was probably Meghan. Harry didn't stop kissing me. I gently pushed on his chest.

"Harry." I managed to mumble.

Harry groaned but stopped and let me walk to the door. It suddenly felt cold, and I missed Harry's heat. I turned the knob and pulled the door open. A guy with messy, short jet black hair leaned against the frame, smirking when he saw me.

"Miss me Lex?"

"How did you find me Evan." My voice was cold.

"News gets around, you know." He nodded at Harry.

So strangers knew where I lived? That's quite scary.

"Why are you here?"

"Look, I'm sorry. For... everything."

"You think after doing all that, you can come to me and say you're sorry?!"

"I didn't mean it-"


A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. Harry stepped behind me. I placed a hand on his chest, letting him know I could handle this.

I breathed out a shaky breath. I was trying not to cry, but the tears were already in my eyes. "Leave, Evan."



"I'll be back Alexia. I'll always be here for you. Just call me if he breaks your heart." Evan handed me a piece of paper with his number on it. He strode away. I closed the door before throwing the piece of paper in the trash can beside it.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, letting go of me to look at my face.

"Mhm." I nodded, unable to do or say anything else. If I did, I was sure that the tears will spill.

Harry hugged me tightly. A tear trickled down my cheek. Seeing Evan brought back a lot of memories. He was my first boyfriend. We didn't have sex, and we didn't say the 'L (love)' word either but I was drunk in the idea that I loved him and that he loved me. That someone loved me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry whispered.

I guess it was time to tell Harry a bit about my past. Perhaps I'll tell him about it all one day, but for now, I'll stick with telling him pieces by pieces.

"Okay." I sniffed.

"Evan was my first boyfriend. We didn't get very far though. We didn't say 'love' and we didn't have sex. One day, he begged me to go to a party with him. My ex-best friend, Sydney, was going there too, so I figured I would just hang out with her while Evan gets drunk and stuff. At the party, he said he was going to go to the bathroom but didn't return for a long time so I went looking for him. I searched everywhere and the last places I went to were the bedrooms. I found Evan and Sydney in one of the rooms, on the bed and naked. I was heartbroken and um, I ended it with him and never dated anyone else." By the time I was finished, the tears were flowing down my cheeks and dripping onto Harry's shirt. It didn't sound that bad, but you have to be there to feel what I was feeling. I had really liked Evan, and to find out he was cheating on me with my BEST friend hurt.

"I'm sorry..."

I composed myself. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I'm okay anyways."

"You sure?" Harry unwrapped his arms and stepped back to look at my face.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I tried to smile but failed. Nevertheless, I refused to cry over this stupid thing, the past is over.

"Do you want to be alone?"

"No, now stop asking so many questions." I giggled a little.

"You're something else, aren't you?" Harry tilted his head to the side and gazed at me admirably. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Are you saying I'm weird?"

"No, no! Just... most girls would be bawling their eyes out when something like that happens in their past and the ex comes and visits them."

"Most girls are also pretty and good at sports. But I guess I'm just different." My mouth twisted into a crooked grin.

"Well I think you're very pretty."

I never really knew what to say when someone complemented me so I changed the subject. "So what do you want to do?"


"What about a horror movie?"

"Hmm, okay."

"Oooo let's go to the movie theatre and watch Annabelle!" I suggested.

"Are you sure that's not too scary for you?" Harry smirked.

"I'm not a baby, I can handle it." I scoffed.

In the theatre

Harry and I were got our tickets, popcorn and drinks. We were just about to go into the room where the movie was going to start soon.

A girl came up to us. "Oh my gosh! Harry Styles and Alexia Roberts! Can I get a picture with you guys?"

"Sure!" Harry stepped beside her and posed.

"Do you... do you um, want me to take the picture?" I asked shyly.

"No thanks, can you be in the picture too?"

I was surprised. "Oh! Um, okay..."

I walked to the other side of the girl and made a silly face.

"Thank you!" The girl said after the photo was taken. "Sorry to ask, but can I also get your autograph?"

"Of course. What's your name, love?" Harry grabbed the pen she held out for him.


He signed her arm and handed her back the pen.

"Thank you so much Harry and Alexia! You guys are so cute together!" She gushed.

"Thank you!" Harry smiled and kissed my cheek. Lily hurried away.

Harry and I walked into the theatre, me a bit dazed.

"That was crazy." I finally said.

"Wait until you see the paparazzi." Harry laughed.

We sat down and I got comfortable in my seat. The movie started.

Back at Alexia's apartment

"You bruised my arm." Harry glanced at his arm, which the part where I held onto was now a bit purplish-blue.


"And you said that it wasn't too scary for you." He grinned.

"Oh shut up," I giggled. "Would you like an ice pack?"

"Yes please."

I walked to the kitchen with Harry following closely behind me. I gave him an ice pack and he placed it on the bruise.

"I should probably go." Harry said. I looked at my phone. It was 10:02, and Meghan still hasn't come back.

"No, please stay."

"Why?" Harry's cheeky grin returned once more.

"I'm... I'm scared to be alone right now." I blurted out.

His grin widened.

"Please?" I begged.

"How could I say no?"

"Yay!" I hugged him for a second.

"So... uh, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No! I'm also scared to be in my room alone... can you sleep beside me?" I looked down, waiting for the rejection.

Harry cupped my chin in his large hands and tilted it up so my eyes met with his. "Of course."

He leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away after a few seconds, terrified that if I didn't stop, I wouldn't be able to stop and the kiss would turn into something more. I was definitely not ready for that.

I took his hand in mine. I never realized this before, but our hands fit perfectly like they were meant to connect. I led him to my room.

"Do not take off all your clothes." I ordered.

"Why? Afraid that if I do you wouldn't be able to resist?" Harry smirked.

"Someone's feeling horny."

"You wish." Harry rolled his eyes.

I left the room and returned quickly with a pillow.

Harry climbed onto the bed after me, with only his pants on. We climbed under the blankets. I turned off the lights of the lamp. We were left in the darkness of the night, with only the faint light of the moon illuminating the room. I suddenly felt cold, so I cuddled close to Harry for warmth. He laid a hand on my back, near my bottom spine, and pulled me closer. I saw Harry's sparrows and butterfly tattoo. My finger traced the outline of a sparrow. I looked up and realized that he was staring at me intently.

"Thanks, Harry." I whispered.

"No problem."

I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.

The memories of seeing Evan today came back to me. I had completely forgotten about him, and now, with Harry, those memories didn't hurt as much anymore. I already like Harry so much, and there's this feeling so new to me. I've never felt it with Evan, so that relationship was obviously a fail. Is it love? I'm not sure. I doubt it though, as I'm known with my very few friends that I don't trust or love people easily ever since the whole Evan thing.

Wow. Evan's changed me a lot. Whether I should thank him or not, I don't know. Then again, he isn't the only thing that's changed me.

A single tear escaped my eye and dribbled down my cheek.

I miss you Daddy. I wish you could be here right now. I wish you could come down from heaven and visit me, but that's not going to happen. I know you didn't mean what you did to me and Mom. We forgive you. I love you Daddy, I hope you love me too.

The tear was wiped away by Harry, who sang me to sleep once again.

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