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?


8. Chapter 8

Alexia's POV

"What do you want to do today?" Harry asked me at breakfast. 

The hotel we stayed in provided pre-paid breakfast. We were sat at a table in the hotel, eating.

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

"We could go to Hawaii, or if you're bored of beaches and stuff, we could go to China or Japan or something."

I looked at him as if he was crazy. "Seriously?"

It was Harry's turn to shrug. "Well, I want to spend as much time as with my girlfriend before I'm busy and can't see her much anymore."

I blushed. I still wasn't used to being Harry's girlfriend.

"You're so cute when you blush." Harry showed his beautiful dimples.

"I'm cute when I'm kicking your balls."

"I don't think I'd let you do that."

"I'll do it one day. Be warned."

"I'll watch out for it."

I had a strange feeling like someone was watching us. I looked around, but no one really looked suspicious. I ignored the feeling and turned back to Harry.

After breakfast was finished, Harry and I went out for a walk around town. Eventually people started to surround Harry and we were separated. I waited for Harry, leaning against the side of a building. I reached for my phone in my back pocket and realized I forgot it back in the hotel room. Instead, I looked around. We were in a busy part of California. I looked at each car and wondered if I ever had a child, what would be the first car I would buy them. I'm not ready for a child now though.

Getting lost in my thoughts again (like I always do), I didn't realize as someone wrapped their arm tightly around my waist. My screams were muffled by his hand. I was thrown in the back of a car. The guy's fist came at my head before I could register what was happening and I blacked out.

Harry's POV

I had taken a photo with every fan that was around me, autographed stuff, and finally got out of the crowd. I searched for Alexia, but couldn't see her anywhere. I called her. It went to voicemail. She probably went back to the hotel because of how long I took. I'm such a bad boyfriend. I made a promise to myself to pay more attention to her. Jogging back to the hotel, I was fully aware of every camera that was following me.

The room was empty. Alexia's phone was on the bed.

Where could she have gone?

I tried not to panic but I felt the feeling quickly rising up inside of me. In seconds I was pacing around the room, running my hands through my hair.

Calm down Harry. Panic won't help you. She might just be out buying coffee or something. Wait half an hour, if she isn't back by then, call the police.

Still, I couldn't help but worry. What if something bad happened to her? It would all be my fault.

Alexia's POV

I woke up blindfolded, gagged, and tied to a hard chair.

Is Harry safe? And is this how you treat someone? If you're going to kidnap me, at least give me a comfortable chair! 

I thought angrily. Weird that that was the first thought that came to my mind. I struggled but the ropes were too tight.

"Good. You're awake." A voice spoke from a corner of the room.

My head turned to the direction of the sound. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

The blindfold was ripped from my eyes. The gag was also taken off. My eyes adjusted to the lights.

I took a look as my kidnapper and gasped. "Sydney?"

"The one and only."


"Peter was supposed to get both you and Harry, but he tends not to listen to rules. Whatever. You will do."

"What do you want from us?" I glared. I always thought she hated me after we stopped being friends, but I never knew she would take it this far! She's clearly gone mental.

"I want Harry to date me - forever, and then marry me. Your freedom in exchanged for Harry's love."

"He'll never love you."

"He'll eventually learn to love me."

"He'll call the police."

"That's fine. Peter found Harry's phone number. I'll text him now, telling him that you're here." Sydney pulled out her phone and her fingers flew across the screen, typing.

"You're sick." My lips curled in disgust.

"Should've stayed on my good side, Lex."

"Don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want. You're very lucky Alexia, I'm a patient person. You would have been beaten if you were kidnapped by any other person. With that attitude, you wouldn't survive a week. Okay. Text is sent."

I continued glaring at her.

"Oh! He responded! Well, that was fast. The faster the better."

"What did he say?"

"What a lover would say, Alexia. 'Fine'."

I couldn't let Harry be with this pyscho.

"What do you want? I'll do anything. Just don't bother Harry."

"Nothing, Harry dating me can give me everything I could ever want. Money, fame, what else could a girl want?"

"Please, I'll give you anything else."

"He's coming."

10 minutes later

The doorbell rang. I heard Sydney answer the door. I was gagged and blindfold again, so I couldn't really yell for help. The door to the basement where I was kept opened.

"Alexia!" Harry's beautiful voice spoke.

Harry's hand touched my arm, and I guessed he was right in front of me. His hands cupped my cheek for a second before letting go.

"Let her go." He demanded.

"You know what the deal is, her freedom for your love. I'm willing to keep up my side of the offer, are you?"

I struggled against my restrains and shook my head. 

My blindfold and gag were taken off by Sydney. 

"Don't." I pleaded. That was unfair to Harry. All that trouble for me? He might as well be wishing to have not met me then.

"And if I don't?" Harry asked Sydney.

Sydney shrugged. "You'll go freely, but she'll stay here. Just know if you ever call the police, I'll kill her before I get caught."

"Fine. I'll do it."

"Good!" Sydney clapped her hands.


"You get to be free, Alexia. Be happy." Sydney purred while she untied me.

One thing I liked about Sydney was that she always kept her word.

I stood up. Wow. I thought it would have been at least month before I could stand. This was the least violent kidnapping ever. 

Harry embraced me in a tight hug. A tear fell down my cheek, knowing that this would most likely be the last time I would see Harry in person.

Harry and Sydney walked me to the door, with Sydney holding Harry's hand like I used too and flirting with him. He didn't seemed phased, which was a big relief.

I was quite surprised that Sydney let Harry walk with me to the front door, wouldn't that give us an easy escape? The front yard was small, with one person mowing the lawn. I wasn't sure if Sydney did that intentionally, or if she was just straight out dumb. 

I racked my brain for any way to tell Harry that we could escape right now without letting Sydney know. Luckily, I didn't have to because I just stepped onto the porch when Harry stopped me.

"I'll miss you, Lex." Harry kissed me.

"You can't leave me." I refused.

Although I've only been with Harry for a week and a few days, this was the best time I've had in my life. I don't think I'm ready to give that up. 

Sydney stood to the side, rolling her eyes. 

"Run, Lex." Harry whispered.


Harry grabbed my hand and ran. I processed what we were doing and ran alongside him. Thankfully, I could keep up with Harry just fine because I took track classes back in uni. Sydney ran behind us and yell. Her yells became distant until it couldn't be heard anymore. She was really that dumb. She kidnaps someone and this is what happens. I thought she was smarter than that. Oh well, I guess it's lucky that she wasn't.

We didn't stop until we were safely locked in our hotel room. Sydney's home wasn't far from it like I thought it would be. We were both panting a lot. I still couldn't get over how dumb Sydney was. Surely she had another plan, right? Then again, she wasn't the smartest person in high school. She was like one of those dumb stereotypical popular high school girls.

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Harry hugged me again once he recovered.

"No, I'm fine. Are you okay?" I squeezed him back.

"I was so worried." Harry mumbled into my hair.

"I'm sorry."

"I would have agreed to the deal if she hadn't made escaping so easy." 

"I wouldn't have let you."

"There wouldn't be anything you could do to change my mind."

"Well it's lucky that we did get away."

"I'm going to call the police." Harry said. Still, he didn't move.

A minute passed by in silence before he let go to call the police.

I wondered what I would do if Harry got kidnapped. I don't think he ever will, but what would I do? I'd call him. If it went to voicemail, I'd try to find him, and that'd take about 30 minutes to an hour. Then I'd go back to the hotel or wherever we were staying at. If he wasn't there by then, I'd try calling him again. Then if it went to voicemail again, I'd call the police. If his kidnapper picked up, I would do whatever he/she said so Harry could get his freedom back. 

"The police are going there. We have to meet them there." Harry took my hand. 

We took a taxi there, just because we were tired from running. 

The police were already there. They had Sydney and who I assumed was Peter in handcuffs. Sydney spotted me and tried ran at me. The police held her back.

"YOU! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" She yelled as she and Peter was shoved into the back of the police car.

Harry pulled me back protectively. He didn't let me go even when the police approached us.

"You or your lawyer will need to see her in court." The officer said.

"My lawyer will take care of it." Harry replied.

The guy nodded and got in the car, driving away. The rest of the police cars drove away too.

"We're safe now." Harry kissed my forehead. 

I feel like he's more shaken up about this than I am. I mean, if I knew I would've got kidnapped one day, I'd think it would've been way worse than this.


Harry's been really protective in the hour or two that we had escaped from Sydney. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. Not even when I had to go to the bathroom. He wanted to come in with me, but I had refused so he stood outside of the door.

Lying on the bed (Harry was shirtless), I laid on his chest. I listened to his steady heartbeats. 

I propped myself up on my arm and faced him. He did the same. "Harry... we're okay. Nothing like that is going to happen again." I rubbed his arm. 

"I just don't know what I would do if that happened to you again."

"It won't."

"How do you know?"

"Just don't worry about it, please? I don't like seeing you like this." I pouted.

The corners of Harry's mouth tugged up a bit. I grinned and poked his cheeks.

"Come on, show me those cute dimples." 

He smiled.

My attention focused on his tattoos. I love his sparrow tattoo, birds are just so... free.

"Didn't these hurt?" I traced the sparrow one with my index finger. My finger slowly made its way down to the waistline of his pants. It didn't make it there. Harry grabbed my hand, taking me by surprise. He was looking at me intensely again, making me self-conscious but I couldn't look away once our eyes met.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He breathed.

I tucked my hair behind my ear with my free hand. "You mean like how you always do?"

"I'm going to kiss you now." Harry leaned in and hungrily kissed me.

My friend once told me that the first kiss gives you the most butterflies, but each kiss between me and Harry gives me more and more butterflies. If that's even possible, I thought that feeling was maxed out the first time I kissed Harry. I don't think I'll ever get enough of Harry's lips.

In seconds, Harry had flipped me over and I was now underneath Harry on the bed. My reasonable side was telling me to stop him before we got to far, but Harry makes my reckless side show and this time, it's taken over me.

Thankfully, he came to his senses and stopped.

"I'm-I'm sorry. I um, don't know what came over me." Harry apologized and got off me.

I stayed lying down, staring up at the ceiling thinking about what we almost just did and wondering what could have happened if he didn't stop. It scared me to know that I wouldn't have stopped him, and I would've liked it (not a surprise, how could I ever hate something involved with Harry?). It terrified me to know that right now, I'm wishing that he hadn't stopped.

My eyes drifted down to his pants. I mentally cursed at my betraying eyes. I burst out laughing when I saw what was there though.

"Omg you got a boner!" I poked it.

I was being way braver than I usually was. This was SO not me.

Harry's face turned into a dark shade of pink. "It's not my fault. I can't control my penis!" 

"Horny Harry." I teased.

"Hmph." He grunted.

I couldn't take my eyes off his pants, where his dick was sticking up.

"Dirty, dirty eyes." Harry playfully scolded.

"It also comes with a dirty mouth, and an even dirtier mind." I winked, managing to bring my eyes to look at his face for a second before they went right back down.

Harry cupped my chin in his hand and caressed my cheeks with his thumb. He forced me to look at his face. This is the first time I've actually ever took a good look at his face. I was too busy all the other times thinking of how we were going to kiss or something. His lips, perfectly shaped just like his jawline and nose. His eyes, a bunch of different shades of green mixed together, memorized me. They held me prisoner in a prison that was impossible to escape.

"Why do you do this to me?" He muttered. He looked away, releasing me. His hand moved to my waist.

"Do what?" I tilted my head in curiosity.

"You're so hard to resist..."

I paused. "Who said you had to resist?" Biting my lip, I glanced at him through my eyelashes.

Harry looked up at me, his eyes were full of lust, but I also saw surprise and a bit of confusion.

Harry's POV

Examining her carefully, I saw that she wasn't lying.

I stared at her. She returned that stare with a challenging look. It was like she was silently saying, Go on, do it. I dare you. This was a dangerous game we were playing, because one move, one word, could make me lose grip to the little control I had right now. And once I started, I don't think I'd be able to stop this time.

Alexia's phone rang. She stopped the 'staring contest' to pick it up. I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed. Perhaps a bit of both?

Alexia spoke, "Hello?... Oh! Hi Mum, when did you get a new phone?... A week ago? And you choose a week later to call your daughter? Wow, Mum. I'm kidding... Oh um, yeah. His name's Harry. ... Now? No way, Mum. I'm not about to scare him away. ... When we're ready, okay? Promise. ... No, I'm sorry. I just - it's too soon. ... How's Elizabeth?... What?! I have to meet him sometime then!... Wow Mum. ... Okay, love you too. Bye." 

"Sorry." Alexia said. She put her phone back on the table.

"Who's Elizabeth?" 

"My sister. Maybe you'll meet her one day."


Alexia suddenly paused, then cursed under her breath.

"I have to go to the bathroom." She quickly ran off, not before getting something from her bag.

She came back minutes later with a grumpy look. 

"What's wrong?" I asked as she crawled back on the bed.

"I got my period." She whined.

"Are periods that bad?"

"Probably not as bad as having a boner," She pointed at my dick. "It's still there?" She giggled.

You turn me on, I wanted to say. But instead, "Whatever."

"Do you want to watch a movie?" She suggested.

"Okay, which one?" I asked while walking over to my bag to take out my MacBook.

"We could watch Blue Is The Warmest Colour?"


I opened Netflix and searched up Blue Is The Warmest Colour. I've watched the movie before with the boys from One Direction. The movie started to play. Alexia and I sat back, the laptop in between us.

Sometime in the middle of the movie, Alexia unexpectedly took my hand. She didn't let go until the end of the movie so she could wipe away her streaming tears.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"What? Don't tell me you've never cried in a romance movie." She snorted.

"This wasn't that sad."

"It's about 'the naturalistic portrayal of pain, obsessive attachment, and the passion you feel when you first fall love - and the shell of yourself you're left with when it's taken away.'"

"Wow, those are some pretty wise words. Where'd you get that from?"

"Critic's take. Or someone else's. Not sure, I found it on a website."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Alexia interrupted. "Yeah, I search those kind of things up on the internet. I know my life is pathetic."

"Aw, don't put yourself down life that. Your life is amazing. Especially because you have me in it." I did 'hair flip' without the hair. For a moment, I forgot I had cut my hair. I'm okay with both long and short hair, maybe I'll even grow out my hair again. 

"You have no idea. You're amazing, Harry."

My heart warmed. A fair amount of people have said that I've made their life awesome, but hearing her tell me that I made her life amazing... it's like something that's been turned off for so long suddenly activated in my heart.

"Well you'll be glad to know that I think you're amazing too. My life has become a lot... brighter with you here, by my side." I kissed the corner of her lip.

"We sound like we're exchanging vows at a marriage or something." She giggled.

Would you like to get married? No, Harry. Stop.

"Did I ever ask you your age?" I changed the subject.

"Maybe. If you did, I don't remember telling you."

"Oh. Then how old are you?"

"22. How about you?"

"23. 1 year apart."

"Wow Harry, you're old." 

"No I'm not."

"You're past the age of 23."

"That doesn't mean I'm old."

"You could probably pass as a 20 year old."

"Do you want to play a game?" I turned until my body was facing her.


"So I ask you 3 questions, and you answer them all truthfully. Then you can do the same to me. It's a game I made up on the spot, just so we could get to know each other more." I explained. 

"Okay, you go first."

"When's your birthday?"

"August 3rd."

I thought about what question I wanted to ask next.

Alexia's POV

"If you could have three wishes from me, what would they be?" He finally asked.

"Hmm. Kiss me whenever I want, let me steal your food, and eat food with me." 

"We can make the first and third one happen, but I can't promise the second one," Harry smiled. "So... last question... when will I get to meet your parents?"

It's only my mum, I almost corrected. "Whenever you want. My turn!"

"Go ahead." Harry chuckled.

"Who's your role model?"

"Probably my Mummy."

I giggled. "What do you like most about your job?" 

"Meeting the fans. Definitely."

"You're so sweet." I looked at him in admiration.

"Thank you."

"Last question... why me?"

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