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?


9. Chapter 9

Alexia's POV

"You're incredible, Lex. You're more than I could have ever wanted. And when I first saw you... everything about you pulled me in."

"But I'm just normal, and you're... well, you. You could have anything and anyone you want. I don't understand why you picked me." I gestured at me and Harry.

"You're extraordinary."

"Extraordinharry, eh?" I wiggled my eyebrows. Wow, I'm so cringey.

Harry grinned. 

"You were scientifically proven to be the hottest man in the world. Your face corresponds with the Greek's golden triangle thing or something." I stated.

"So you think I'm hot?"


"Do you think I'm the hottest person out there?"

"Yep." I popped the 'p'.

"Good. I think you're the cutest, hottest, sexiest person in the world."

"If you were granted one wish by a genie, what would your wish be?" 

The question was something like Harry's when we were playing that 'game', but it doesn't have to be from me.

"I'd definitely wish to end poverty. Hmm, to be with you as much as possible, and um, to give everyone a good education."

"Aww, you're the sweetest person I have ever met." I cooed. My heart warmed. I don't think I've ever met or ever will meet anyone who would wish that.

"Wouldn't everyone want to be with you?"

"I meant the other ones." 

"Well, everyone deserves a good education, and at least basic needs."

"True. Very true."

"So... we have 2 more days left of freedom."

"Actually, you have 2 more days of 'freedom'. I have all the time in the world."

Harry grinned. "No you won't, because I'll drag you everywhere I go."

"At least I'll be with you." I shrugged.

"Do you want to go to Africa, Jamaica, India, Scotland, or something tomorrow?"

"That's too much money to go to one of those places. You already wasted money on this trip, no way am I letting you waste more money." I refused.

"It's not a waste. Any time with you is worth more than a trillion pounds (or dollars)."

"Thank you," I blushed. "But no. Let's just do something here."

"Tell me your interests."

"I like to sing, even though I suck,-"

"You'd probably sing better than me." 

"-I also like to eat. I'm married to potatoes and ice cream. And I also like to run."

"I also like to eat!" 

We high-fived.

"What are your interests?" I asked him.

"Well, I like to exercise, I like to hang out with friends and family, write songs, and um, that's about it."


"So what do you want to do tomorrow?"

"Surprise me."


Harry had took out a shirt from his bag and tied it around my eyes so I couldn't see. His hand was on my back as he led me somewhere. The place he led me to sounded very crowded. He left me a few times to go talk to some people, I assumed. I was a bit anxious when he left, but he always came back soon. Eventually he sat me down.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"You'll see."

I could practically hear his cheeky grin.

Flight 8 boarding

An announcer or someone spoke.

"Harry..." I growled.

Harry took his shirt off my eyes. My eyes adjusted to the brightness. Sure enough, we were walking inside the plane. Again, we sat in first class. He let me have the window seat again too.

"Your luggage and everything is already packed." He told me.

"I had a suitcase?"

"Remember? We bought one for you."

"You're wasting too much money on this trip."

"I'm not wasting it." He repeated what he had said last night.

I sighed. "I told you not to take us somewhere else."

"Good thing I don't listen."

I glared at him.

Harry's face fell. "You said to surprise you."

"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to ignore the feeling of guilt. I hate when people spend money on me, it's not like I did anything extraordinary for them to do that. Plus, Harry looked upset that I didn't like this. It made me feel even more guilty. I also hate when I make other people sad. Especially after he's done so much for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm so, so, so grateful... I just wish I could repay him somehow.

His face lit up, the complete opposite of what it was a second ago. "London, so you can get your stitches removed, and then Ireland. You'll meet Niall there."

I had complete forgotten about my stitches. I held back from reaching up and touching them.

"Is he as cool as you?" I joked, of course he is. Everyone is.

"If not cooler."

"Nah, you're the coolest person in the world."

"Thank you! Glad to know you think that."

I laid my head on his shoulder, and soon fell asleep.

My eyes opened. Where was I? Looking around the room, all I could see was black. I tried to move, but I couldn't. It was like an invisible force was holding me back.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Alexia?" Harry's voice responded from somewhere in the dark.

"Harry! Where are you?"

"I'm right here." 

A faint outline of a human walked towards me. Harry stopped right in front of me, and the space around us brightened. 

"Harry, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Where are we?"

"Stop asking questions." He spat.

Harry's body started to change until he was a completely new person. 

"Evan..." I almost gasped.

A girl was beside him. It was Sydney.

"You two are too easy." Evan chuckled.

"Where's Harry?" I squirmed against my invisible restraints.

An image or video appeared in front of my face. It was Harry, tied to two poles on each side of the small room. He was unconscious. His shirt was off, showing all the marks from the whipping that I'm sure Evan or Sydney - or both - did. Blood dribbled from all over the upper side of his body. His lips, the ones that were so soft, now covered with cuts. Bruises were there everywhere I looked. Everything about him looked dead, and the only signs that showed he was alive was the blood still running. 

"What did you do to him?" I choked on a sob. Water clouded my vision which I was thankful for, because the picture of Harry was still in front of me.

"He did it to save you, Alexia. Why do you think you're unharmed?" Evan smirked.

The tears now streamed down my cheeks. "Let him go!"

"None of you are leaving." Evan said.

Sydney and him disappeared only to then reappear in the image of Harry. Well, not image. More like a livestream.

​"And now you, Alexia, get to see your boyfriend die." Sydney 'announced'. 

I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. My eyes stayed open, seeing the horrifying scene happening. 

Sydney woke up Harry, and he looked very tired. Evan started by punching Harry in the stomach, causing Harry to throw up blood.

"HARRY!" I screamed.

He must have heard me from a speaker connected to this room or something, because his weakly lifted his head.

"I'm sorry, Alexia." He smiled before throwing up more blood.

"Don't leave me." I cried.

I was teleported to the room Harry was in. Ignoring Sydney and Evan, I ran to Harry and cupped his face. 


"Alexia." He responded softly.

I kissed him passionately. 

He vomited blood one more time, and then his eyes closed. I looked at him in horror.

"Harry? Wake up!" I shook him. My brain knew he was dead, but my heart refused to believe it.

"Harry, it's me! Don't go..." My hand touched his pale cheek.

Sydney spoke the terrifying truth, "He's dead, Alexia. He died to protect you."

I woke up. Oh. It was just a dream. I looked beside me to make sure Harry was beside me. I nearly sighed in relief when I saw Harry reading something. Still, I lightly poked him to make sure he was real.

"You're awake! I was so bored." He smiled and put down his book.

I threw my arms around him and tightly hugged him.

"You're a good hugger." He said. I could tell that he was confused.

"Sorry, I missed you."

"Bad dream?"


"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No thanks, I'd rather not. How long was I out?"

The picture of Harry in my dream still stuck around in my head. I could see it so clear, and I didn't like that.

He checked his phone. "About an hour." 

"Oh. The dream was so short."

"It's said that you forget half your dream within five minutes of waking up. In 10 minutes, you'll forget 90 percent of it."

"Is that so? I faintly remember kissing someone."

"And who would that lucky someone be?"

"Would you like to act out the scene with me?"


I leaned in and kissed him, just like in my dream.


I had gotten my stitches out, and now I was lying in bed with Harry. I was still awake at 3 am, curled up against Harry with his arm around my waist. As the moon lit up the room, I thought about how Niall was going to be. Sure, I've heard some stuff about him, but I never really believe the media. Would he like me? What if he hates me? I tried to stop thinking about it and went to sleep.


Morning came along.

"Good morning!" Harry chirped.

"Bad morning."

"Mornings are great!"

"No they aren't."

"They let you have a fresh mind for the rest of the day."

"Didn't we already have this argument before?"

"I wouldn't call it an argument."

Harry was already dressed.

"Give me like, an hour." I told him.


We landed in Dublin's airport. Apparently Niall had some things to do so he couldn't meet us here. We were going to a Starbucks to see him instead. I showered this morning, so I didn't need to worry about smelling bad.

Harry leaded me into the building. Just before we entered the door, I took a deep breath.

"Are you nervous?" Harry stopped and looked at me with an amused smile.

"It's not everyday you get to meet your boyfriend's friend and they're all really cool singers. Did that make sense?"

Harry laughed. "Hush, he's just a normal person like me, remember?"

He was referring back the the time we met with Meghan at that restaurant and I told her that he was just a normal person. 

"Ready?" Harry held out his hand.

I took it. We walked inside holding hands, and as soon as Niall spotted us from across the room and yelled 'hello', all my nervousness washed away.

Niall and I hit it off right away, with our love of guitars (yeah, I love playing guitars) and fondness of eating. We might have hit it off too well, because Harry's arm made it's way around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Niall didn't seem to notice.

"Could you play a song for me sometime?" I asked Niall.

"Sure! Come to my hotel this afternoon."

I turned to Harry to ask him for permission.

"Can we? Please, please, please?"

"How could I say no?" Harry kissed me.

"Um... hello? Single potato here." Niall spoke up after letting us have our fair share of kissing.

Harry chuckled. "Sorry, Niall."

Then the boys launched into a conversation about something I didn't bother trying to pay attention to.

Harry got a phone call. He went outside to answer it.

"So... how did you and Harry meet?" I questioned Niall.

"X-factor. We didn't make it as solo artists, but then Simon put us into a group of 5. 1 of the boys left the band a few years ago."

"Zayn, right? And then Liam and Louis."

"I thought you knew nothing about us."

"That what Harry said. I have a best friend who loves you guys. She'd share everything that she heard on the news or Twitter about you lot with me."

"That must have been quite annoying for you." Niall laughed.

"A little. But it was always interesting so I didn't particularly care."

Harry came back. "Sorry, my mum called."

"She must be proud to have raised a child like you." I ruffled his hair as he sat down. He kissed me on the cheek.

"No fair. Harry got a girl before me?" Niall huffed and pretended to be mad.

"You'll find someone one day."

"Let's go. I'll teach you a song or two of your choice on the guitar."

Harry and I stood up, holding our suitcases (this time I won, not letting Harry carry it for me), and followed Niall. Like I said, I don't trust people easily, but if Harry trusts Niall... then I have to trust him too.

At Niall's hotel room

Niall and I wanted to practice in private so we shooed Harry away. Though I like spending time with Harry and felt extremely bad when we did that, Harry just acted sad, then smiled and walked away. 

Niall took out his guitars, he had 3 with him. 2 electric and 1 acoustic. 

"Electric or acoustic?" He asked, holding them up.

"Electric please."

He passed me one of the electric guitars, and took the other for himself.

"Do you know how to play acoustic?"


"Cool. So what song do you want to play?"

"What songs have you wrote?"

Niall's eyebrows lifted, surprised that I wanted to learn one of his songs. "Um, This Town, Slow Hands, and Too Much to Ask."

"Too Much to Ask sounds nice."

"Okay. We'll need acoustic for that one then." Niall took off the electric guitar and put on the acoustic. He launched into the song on the guitar, singing as he went along. He had a nice voice, though I liked Harry's better, Niall's was definitely good. The song was also amazing.

After he finished, he gave me the guitar and taught me the notes. In an hour or so, I was already pretty fluent on the lyrics and notes. I didn't sing the songs aloud though. Niall was a pretty good teacher. 

"Any other songs you want to learn?" He asked.

"Two Ghosts."

"By Harry, right?"


"I think I know the notes to that. I've played it with him once."

He started to play. Listening to the song like this, up close with a guitar, was incredible. It sounds to good with Niall's voice, I couldn't wait to see how it sounded with Harry's. If Harry was willing to do that in front of me, of course.

Again, he taught me the notes. Again, I finished learning the whole song in less then an hour. 

"You're a good teacher." I complimented. 

"Thanks. Now play the songs for me again. And maybe sing them too?"

"No way, I'm keeping my voice to myself."

Niall rolled his eyes but smiled.

Someone knocked on the door. Niall went to open it. It was Harry.

"Hey Niall. You finished?" Harry greeted.

"Yeah, we're done. In fact, Alexia was just about to play one of your songs for you!"

"I was?" I was a pretty shy person in general, but playing the guitar was something I never really was afraid to play in front of people.

Harry's eyes lit up. "Please?" 

"What about you sing and I'll play?" I offered.

"Okay." Harry agreed.

I started to play, and Harry joined in, singing. I've missed playing a guitar, it was my favourite thing to do as a child. When I got older, I guess I just got too busy. My first guitar is still at my mum's house.

In the end, Niall and Harry was staring at me with... amazement on their face?

"What? Why'd you stop singing?" I asked Harry.

"Your voice is incredible, Lex." Harry hugged me.

"Thanks, but your's is way better. Your's too Niall! Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you." 

Niall smiled. "Good. Or I'll be very, very sad."

We heard another knock. "SHUT UP AND PLAY YOUR GUITAR SOMEWHERE ELSE! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Followed it. Niall opened the door. Your typical man in a pink robe with a pink eyemask on his head and fluffy pink slippers was on the other side. Seriously, what world am I living in right now? First I meet Harry, then I meet Niall, both awesome people, then stereotypical people come into my life. He flicked the middle finger, then marched into the room next door. He had some trouble as he realized he forgot the keycard. Niall shut the door.

Harry, Niall, and I burst out laughing. I had a strong urge to capture this moment in a photo so I pulled out my phone and took a selfie. I was on the right my free arm arm around Harry. Their mouths were wide open in the middle of laughing and their eyes were closed. Niall's guitars were in the background. I had a goofy grin plastered on my face. 

"Can I post this on Instagram?" I asked them.

"You don't need our permission, love." Harry chuckled. 

"Speaking of Instagram, what's your username for all your social media sites. I wanna follow you." Niall took out his phone too.

I told Niall my usernames, which were the same thing for everything. Just a simple 'AlexiaRoberts'. Luckily no one else had that username, though I think someone else has that name. Maybe, I'm not sure.

I posted the photo just as Niall finished following me on Twitter, Instagram, added me on Snapchat, and texted me to make sure that he got the right number. The caption on the photo said, 'Guitar lesson with @niallhoran turns out to be a duet with @harrystyles, then gets interrupted by the random guy next door telling us to shut up. Perfect day.'

A bunch of new people followed me, and a bunch of people liked my post, including Harry and Niall. 

"Shall we go get some ice cream?" Niall offered.

"My future husband? Duh." I did a hair flip.

"I thought I was your future husband." Harry pouted.

"You are! But ice cream is just better than you. I'm kidding, you're my future husband. Ice cream is my rebound." 

"So you'll go to ice cream if we break up?"


"Well I don't think we'll ever break up, do you?" He asked.

"I hope not." I gave him a peck on the lips.

"So um.. not to interrupt your couple stuff - for the secondth time - but do you still want to get ice cream or...?" Niall awkwardly fiddled with his fingers.

"Sorry, Niall." Harry laughed.

Hours passed, but it seemed like minutes. Spending time with Niall and Harry felt really good. Especially Harry, but I guess my thoughts might be biased since Harry's my boyfriend. I finally felt... free. 

"We're going, Alexia." Harry told me.

"So soon?" Niall pouted.

"You have things to do." Harry said.

"Yeah. Stalker." Niall smiled, but hugged me.

"Bye Lex." He said. 

"Bye! See you... um... sometime!" 

Niall laughed and gave Harry a nod.

Harry and I waved until he ran out of sight.

I turned to Harry. "Where are we going now?"

"To meet my sister."

"Will I meet your mum too?"

"No. Not yet, at least. We're just going to go to a cafe."

At the cafe in London

I was a bit confused of why we didn't just meet up with Gemma (he told me about her on the plane) first, but then I remembered that Niall was busy right now so that wouldn't really work.

"Gemma!" Harry pulled his sister into a hug.

"Nice to see you again, little bro!" She returned the hug. "This must be Alexia. Hi! I'm Gemma."

"Hey, nice to meet you." I said shyly.

"Harry tells Mum all about you, and that last phone call we had was all based on how amazing you are." Gemma rolled her eyes.

Harry blushed.

"Shh," he shushed.

"Aw, that's sweet." I smiled.

"So what about we sit down," Gemma led us to a table. She sat across from us.

I stayed quiet while the two siblings caught up on what's been happening in their life. It wasn't very personal because I was there, and I felt bad that I was stopping them from talking freely.

"So! Alexia. Do you have a brother or sister?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah, her name is Elizabeth. She's 17, turning 18 December."


"December third (3rd)." 

"That's my birthday too!"

"Really? Wow."

"I'm 26 years old, so we obviously aren't twins. I'm too old." Gemma pretended to cry.

"Are you kidding? You're so young."

"Thanks, but no need to lie. I'm fine with my age anyways. So what are your hobbies?"

"Um, I like to sing even though I suck, I like to eat, I love to play the guitar, and uh, I don't have much else I really like to do." 

Gemma and I got to know each other, and the more we talked, the more I relaxed. Just like Niall, I trusted her almost immediately. Like I said, if Harry trusts them, then I'll trust - or learn to - them too. We exchanged numbers, Gemma and Harry talked some more. Gemma gave Harry a nod and I wondered why everyone was nodding at Harry today. Then Harry and I left.

"Where are we going now?" I asked Harry, walking towards the airport once again with his duffel bag and my suitcase in tow.

Harry took a deep breath. "Tour."


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