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#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend.

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"So, it is just this. I don't know how to do it," She shook her head.

"But, you are sure that he loves you?" I asked.

"That's the only thing I'm sure about. You know, how it is, it's just after the death, it's like he clings to me. And we have been together for three years, I just don't want to make it a four. God, just make me break up!" She moaned.

"I feel you're the first person who wishes to get rid of someone who loves you. Here, nobody loves me and I would love a boyfriend!" I laughed.

"I wish he cheats on me. Like I don't see us together. I don't see any part in the future where our ideologies match, or our interests. It's like I grew up and he never did!" She went on explaining, "I think, he is just used to me, and then he calls it love. Because I don't spend more than five minutes talking to him. I hardly respond to his texts and he still doesn't get the clue. I told him I don't want to get married until I am 28 while he does, and he still doesn't get it!"

"Why don't you just break up? Like just lay it out. All clear."

"You think I haven't tried? I have done it repeatedly. REPEATEDLY. He doesn't understand, then starts crying and then, it's just - you have to help me. Tell him, that I am depressed with him. I can't deal with this anymore. I can't marry him. I never will. Our minds don't match, our nothing matches and I don't want him. He will be happier with anyone else other than me. Tell him!" She groaned.

"Alright, I am sending this recording to him."

"Wait, what? You recorded it?" She played it again, "Yeah, as proof. Poor guy should hurt now than when you make it four years, you know. So, promise he won't come running after me if I send him this and ask him to lay off?" I asked.

"I have a feeling, that he won't believe it. Like he will just be like, you're joking."

"Not after, I have spoken to him..." I dialled his number. "Hello? Is this Harry?"

"Yeah, it's Harry. Who is this?"

"Not important. What's important is that I'm Sara's friend."

"What? Is everything alright? Is everything fine? Is she hurt." My heart broke for him. But, this was good for him. They were both breaking each other.

"Well, not really. Look, Sara is depressed. And, I have been seeing her for months now. She is not happy. At all. She wants to get rid of you. She doesn't want you in her life anymore. She doesn't care for you. Doesn't see any future with you, and I feel you should stop embarrassing yourself and live your life and let her live hers."

"What? Who the fuck are you? Give her the phone."

"No, Harry. I know you are better than this. I know you have been together for a long time, but you have to see she is miserable and if you do truly claim to love her, then you will leave her, cause she doesn't want you or have any respect left for you. I mean, she made me call you. Made me do it because you don't even acknowledge her words when she tells you the same. This is toxic. I have sent a voice message. That's her begging me to tell you. Give it up, Harry. Let her go. You are not worth each other."

There was pin drop silence on the other side for the next 10 seconds. Long enough, I cut the call.

“What did he say?” Sara looked at me hopefully.

“He played the recording according to my notification.” My heart was breaking for him. No one should be hurt like that. But, he did call for it.

“God, I hope it works,” She groaned and checked her phone. He has sent a ‘why would you do this to me?’. Cause I want to get rid off you, you fucker! I have texted - we are over, to him. Hope it’s final this time!”

“You really don’t love him, do you?” I asked.

“Never did. I don’t even know why I was with him. Promise me, don’t ever be in a relationship where you can’t say why are you together. It’s the worst thing.”

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“It happened!” Sara called cheering the next day. “We are over! You did it! We did it!” She yelled. I was back home since I was just visiting her place.

“Oh wow, that’s great for you! You are the first I have seen this happy as well!”

“I am rejoicing my freedom!”

“Yeah, umm is he alright? He won’t go and hurt himself or anything right? I don’t want to go to prison,” I tried to laugh.

“No, he is heartbroken. But, he will be fine. I am not the bad person here. You know that right?” She asked, looking for my approval.

“There is no right or wrong here, Sara. I just hope you don’t regret it.” I smiled.

“I don’t think, I will. I have wanted it for so long. More than a year, and it feels right. Anyway, got to go, I have a class! Bye baby!”

I didn’t get relationships. People were just confusing, and this case just confused me so much more. How does love become a noose around your neck, and why do we let it get it to that stage.

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It had been a month since that day. Sara was happy, and getting better. She looked much more relaxed than before, and I knew it was because she didn’t have him in her life. She had less stress and she was finally getting into herself. I wondered at times about Harry. How was he dealing with it? Dealing with wholly believing that his love loved him, only to be absolutely shattered in the end by it.

I thought about him a lot. More than a lot, at times. It felt wrong, but as much as I understood Sara, the more I tried to understand Harry. Why did he lead himself to that stage? And why did he do that to himself and her?

“Hi, can I have a Latte, size medium, please?” I needed a coffee.

“Sugar?”

“No, thank you. I am trying to get rid of it!” I laughed.

I sat down on the side table with my coffee, ready to work, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and, I was right. Only I didn’t expect to stare back. He was beautiful. His eyes were so big, and his face looked as if it was carved to perfection. He was frowning though, “Can I help you?” I asked.

“It’s you.” He whispered.

“Umm, me?” He got up from his table, and came and sat in front of me. I looked around, finding this weird.

“You’re the one who broke up with me.”

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

“I mean, broke up with me for my girlfriend, ex..girlfriend,” he stared, his face not giving any other emotion. His voice sounded so much better in person. Shut up, Y/N.

“You must have me mistaken?”

“No, I can’t. I have tried. I can’t forget that voice. I can’t forget your voice. I don’t remember anything hurting me more. And, I think I have seen you in one of Sara’s pictures, I have a good memory.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck. I’m Harry,” He put his hand forward, and I just looked at it.

“How are you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He pulled his hand back and got comfortable in his seat.

“How do you think I am?” His voice was so straight, deep and sharp.

“I don’t know.”

“You broke my heart, shattered it.”

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend shattered it.”

“And, you approved?” He asked, his eyes were watery.

“I didn’t have the say. It wasn’t about me.”

“Then, why the fuck were you in it?” He raised his voice, and moved forward as I pushed back.

“I was asked a favour, and I did it.”

“Were those your words or hers?”

“Shouldn’t you be over her?”

“After you humiliated me?” He pointed.

“I didn’t do anything. You were both doing it to yourself,” I should shut up. At least bite my tongue.

“I thought I was having a new start, until I heard your voice,” He looked to the window. There was something wrong with him.

“I would still recommend it,” he looked at me. “This is a great place to have one. It should be easy.”

“Are you in a relationship?” He asked, and I shook my head. “Ever been?” I shook my head again. “Then, you don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop advising.” He sneered.

“Right, why are you at this table? I did nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you. I was the intermediary, a mere messenger...”

“Do you like playing the intermediary in places?” He asked. Why was he so beautiful? Why hadn’t I asked to see his picture before? Sara had put me off him, that I was sure there would have been something rotten about him. He just looked broken to me..

“I like helping.”

He looked at me, then shook his head. “Well, then Y/N - help me.” He said smirking.

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#52 - Playing the Intermediary Part 2 (Harry Styles)

Summary: Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend.

Part 1

"You told him about me?" I yelled on the phone. "Have you lost it? You told me he was mad and obsessive and now you just push him to me!" "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything. He just asked me who this friend was and that is it. I told him. Look, he won't trouble you. He just wanted to know just the person who spoke to him on the other side." "Well, that is not what he asked!" I screamed. "What? What happened?" She questioned. "He wants to me to help him. Help him heal because I was the one who slashed the knife. He made me feel really guilty, Sara." "Then, don't feel guilty," she said. "What? It is not that easy. He is at the same University." "He won't see you, and anyway, the man's good at manipulation, and making people feel like that. He is a master at it, kept me with him for almost four years!" She laughed. She was so happy and ignorant these days. "Why do you speak so badly of him? Like why? He seemed fine to me." "He is fine...until he is not. Maybe, I just wasn't the right person for him," She sighed. "Look, I don't think he will be much trouble. I really don't want to talk about him anymore. You know, I am going to date!" And she went on about her life, ignoring my issue with her ex who wanted me to help him. --- "You know, I think you should drop it. They are asking too much of you, and it is not worth the stress you are under!" I was trying to sort out an issue of my friend at her workplace. "Right, I think, I'll do it. Thank you so much for all your help, lovely," She hugged me and left. "So, is this a charity service you do, or you're picky?" My spine stiffened as I heard his voice. "Harry Styles,"I smiled, turning around. He was standing, leaning against the counter in a suit. He looked...ravishing. This was strange. I had never had a man affect me like this, and he was a no-go zone. "So, there is a play, 'A night in Paris" We should go for it,"He said. "I don't think so, but you should. It has an amazing review!" I smiled and turned around. "I thought you were a helper..." "Look, she wanted to break up with you. She was miserable. I have known her for 7 years and the last three, she has spent cribbing about how sad she is in her relationship. And, don't tell me that you weren't sad, either. Your girlfriend didn't even give you five minutes of her day, and you didn't find that absolutely insulting!" I yelled. "I did what a friend is supposed to do. I am sorry, you heard me on the phone. I can't understand how that must have felt. But, you are blaming the wrong person." I calmed down. He didn't respond. Just stared at me, with a look I couldn't decipher. Then, he just turned around and walked away. --- I was sweaty. I was sweaty and my dress stuck to me, making me feel irritated enough to take it off, only I was in public, in a club, dancing my heart out. I took it as a de-stress, and it helped immensely. Exhausted, I walked to the bar where all my friends were, seeing they had met up with new people. I was quite drunk, so when I saw Harry Styles sitting on the counter, smiling both his dimples out, engrossed in the conversation with my friend, I was a little more than turned on. He had that effect on me. It was something I couldn't explain. And, the act that he was the forbidden fruit for me, made him all the more inviting to sink my teeth in. "Y/N, do you want another drink?"My friend wrapped her arm around me and kissed my forehead. I could see his attention shift to me, and I knew he was taking me in. I secretly hoped he liked what he saw. I didn't see myself in a comparison with his ex. She was too hot, too pretty, your perfect next door neighbour girl, while I was just different. I had never been in a relationship, so that could also add to the fact that I had zero sex appeal or if I did, I had no idea how to use it. At all. We were introduced and he just nodded. Didn't put his hand out to greet me, just one nod, and looked away. I was gutted. I was more than upset, and it showed on my drunk face, "I'll have another one of these," I shouted. It was a while after, he spoke to me. I was sitting on the bar stool, gulping my drink, and he was sitting three seats away, in a suit which did things to me and looking all calm and composed. "Don't you think you should stop?"He said when I was going to order another one. "And you are?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "A 'helper'," the minute he said that it felt like I sobered up, and I got off my seat. I needed some air, and I walked up to the terrace. I saw him follow me, shutting the door behind us. I went and sat on the chair placed on the edge, and just looked at the city sprawled in front of me. "Why are you here?" I asked. "You know, I am studying here..." He said. "No, why are you here with me?"I asked. "You don't like me. Why be here with me?" "I can't wrap my head around you..." "You don't have to, I have nothing to do with you." "You broke up with me," He said, raising his eyebrows. "Have you lost it?" I yelled. "I didn't break up! Your girlfriend who hates you did! I just passed her message to you!" "No, those weren't her words. She has never said those words with me. Never. I thought nothing that she can say can hurt me, and you come into the picture and it crushes me. Crush everything that I have, and destroy my relationship!"He yelled back "Are you really not going to consider how she didn't want you? Like, I mean you are murdering a messenger. Why were you with her?You knew she wanted to break away, didn't even like you much less love, then why try and hold her down?" "Because that's what a fucking relationship is! It takes time, it takes effort, it takes one person to hold on, and get over the phase instead of giving things up! It takes commitment, and it takes to lose your ego and give your everything. That is how a relationship is made!" I could see the anger climb up to his eyes, take over his face, as his eyes filled with tears. "When do you know that the person you are investing your heart into is right?" I whispered. "You are no one to ask. You have never been in a love like mine," he said, looking at me disgusted. "I don't want to love a love like yours."

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21 Months Old and A Goodbye!

This blog is One Year and 9 Months old today.

Hello Guys!

I had planned to keep this blog for a year at most really. Write the stories that come to me and meet you guys! I never thought we’d come this far though!

You guys are wonderful and have been absolutely amazing. Reading my little stories and encouraging me to write more. There are so many of you and I love you all for supporting and reading my work. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!

I’d also like to thank Harry for being my Muse. For teaching me to be a better person and inspiring me. His little qualities of respect, confidence and kindness will go a long way with me and I will love him forever. It is my time to go.

This blog has been my home for so long and I have grown with it. It is finally time for me to take off and find my place in the world. I have loved every bit of this journey and One Direction will be my true love always!

I’ll be here all week until Sunday.

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#47 The Interior Designer (Harry Styles)

Word Count: 2560

Summary: A girl with a cheating boyfriend and a new client.

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“And, you know I don’t know why she was so mean, I did everything on that list. It’s just me she picks on every time. Riley, she didn’t even finish-” I was cut between my upset rant, with my tears falling down my eyes.

“Look, Victoria, do we have to this right now?” He looked at me like I had spilt coffee over all his papers.

“What? My crying?” I asked, feeling so upset with what happened at work today.

“Yeah, this complaining! Why don’t you go and talk to Noah or something?” He said, going back to his computer.

“Noah, is not my boyfriend you are, and I want to talk to you-” I said, wiping my tears.

“Victoria!” He yelled. “I have four people on call waiting to talk to me once I finish this document. I swear I have better things to do that hear you crib here. Please go do some work and leave me alone!”

I flinched as he yelled at me, and looked away from his face. Looking everywhere but him, embarrassed and slowly going numb, I picked up the coffee mugs in front of me and walked to the kitchen. “No wonder she gets shit at work,” I heard him mutter. I frowned at his words, filling water in the cups, feeling this was not needed.

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“You know, I told you to leave him! He ticks all the ‘don’t touch this human” signs on my list!” Brittany explained sucking on her straw.

“Don’t touch this human?” I asked.

“Yeah! He has no time. He wakes up and looks at his phone. His phone is always ringing. He doesn’t listen to you, talk to you, be with you. He knows the important dates of his clients than you! These are all signs of running Victoria!”

“I don’t know what to do! He wasn’t always like this! And I have been with him forever. Like forever Brit, how can I just leave him?” I explained. “It’s his job, you know. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t! And you were talking about dates? I was reading online that couples who live together don’t really have to go on dates to keep their relationship alive!”

“Does he? Does he live with you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Brittany…” my phone pinged. “Oh look,” I said reading the message, “He wants to take me out tonight!” She gulped her drink and came close to read the message.

“No, he is ordering you.” She said. “There is no ‘will you?’ ‘would you” or even –”

“But, it is something. It is an effort. I knew something good will happen,” I smiled to myself, and she smiled.

I dressed in a really nice black dress that accentuated my curves. Looking in the mirror, I smiled to myself. It was a long time since we went out and I wanted to make myself look the best for him. “Are you ready, Victoria?” I heard his voice call out from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, making sure to make him see my legs, but his eyes stayed glued to his phone. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look at me even once, but I still tried to keep my hopes up. A dinner date was a good attempt and, I was going to give him that. “Sit in the car.”

I saw a bouquet in the back seat and frowned. If it was for me, shouldn’t he give it? I didn’t say anything as he started driving. He switched off the music in a minute of it playing, talking loudly to his clients on his Bluetooth. I sighed and looked outside. We pulled into a huge mansion, and I knew this was not a dinner date. “You bought me to a party?” I looked at him in shock and disappointment.

“Take the bouquet out,” He ordered still typing away on his phone, “and Vic, please. On your best behaviour today? This is an important party for me,” Best behaviour? What did he mean by that? When was I not on my best behaviour? I handed him the bouquet, and he kept the phone away, before fixing it and walking away leaving me behind to follow him.

Kisses, hi’s and hello’s took place as soon as we walked in. A lot of how have you been, I hope you’re well, come enjoy as people danced on the floor to soft music, and then, held glasses of wine or champagne talking to each other in small groups. I saw as different women came and kissed his cheek and he kissed their cheek back, asking them about their work. Did he know about mine? He introduced me once, and then left me to talk to more people. Feeling abandoned like a little child and trying not to pout, I walked towards the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Whisky please, a little water and ice, thank you.”

I sat there was a long time, sipping my glass with my back straight, phone on the side for it wasn’t very proper, trying to locate where my boyfriend was and failing. Sighing, I asked for another drink.

“Long night?” I heard a deep voice ask, as I looked up. I knew who he was. He was everywhere these days. His album has just released.

“It’s getting longer than how I expected it to be,” I said, taking another sip.

“Oh same, I came here with my manager and he is well managing. It’s not a lot of fun when you just have to show your face from faraway,” He said and I chuckled. “Are these parties always this boring with slow music and pretentious conversations?”

“Yes, always,” I said. He smiled and sat down next to me. “So, who are you here with?” he asked.

“That guy,” I said finally finding him.

“Mr Douchebag?” He said, and I frowned. “I didn’t see you as the type?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I said.

“No, I mean. Why are you here with him?” He asked again.

“I am his girlfriend,” I said, trying not to take offence.

“What? Since when?” He laughed.

“Since 5 years, what do you mean by all this?” I asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Woah. My god. I am sorry, I am Harry,” he said, pushing his hand forward.

“Victoria,” I said, shaking his hand. “Why did you call him a douche bag?”

“Umm, that is a story for another day. What do you do Victoria?” He said, trying to change the topic.

“How do you know him?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

“Umm, he has been to many of my parties,” he said. “Your drink is over, let’s get you another?” He asked the bartender to make my drink.

“He has?” I hadn’t heard of any of these parties. I had heard nothing. I thought he only worked all the time…like me.

“Yeah, known him for quite some time.Anyway, you didn’t answer my question…Victoria? Victoria?” He pulled me out of my thoughts.

“I’m an interior designer,” I told him.

“Oh, that’s nice! That’s great. I have awful taste in furniture though, I have never designed any of my houses. I sold my old one because it felt to impersonal and shifted again, and I am literally now living in an almost empty house cause I don’t know how to just make it personal, you know?” He explained.

“Yeah, but you need to get a designer and then spend time with them, so they know how you are and then, be absolutely involved in the process of buying and installing and designing to get that personal touch and favor,” I told him since, I faced cases like these on a daily basis. I’m going to quit my firm though, start my own designing,” I said, thinking loudly now.

“Oh then, can I be your first customer?” He asked.

“You're very nice,” I smiled.

“No really, I am serious. Please don’t let me search for people. I hate it. Please design my house?” He looked like he really meant it.

“Okay, so here, give me your phone?” I took it, “I’m putting my number in with my name and designation. Contact me when you are absolutely sober, and we’ll talk?”

“Splendid.”

Harry and I just talked for the evening, until it was time to leave. “I’ll call you, designer.” I looked back and smiled at this goofy look on his face. The ride back home was suffocating. I was suffocating. I knew I had to break up, but we had been together forever. And, relationships aren’t made in a day. You have to work on them and keep working on them.

He left in two days for a business trip. In these two days, we had said four sentences to each other. Harry and I, on the other hand, had met two times and he kept chatting with me for some reason. I didn’t mind it. I needed a friend. This week was quite hectic as I left my job, and signed my new papers for opening my own firm. Everything was ready since I was planning it for a long time, and Brittany threw a small party with my closest friends to celebrate it as well. My boyfriend knew nothing about it. Now, I didn’t even have anything to tell him.

“Just leave him, bro!” Mike said, whining, quite drunk now. “He is like this Airbnb person living in your house.”

“It is our house, you know.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t live in it? Does he buy veggies and those wine glasses and those cheerios? No. He does not. He paid for half the price, and that is it. Kick him out!” He said, imitating the kick with his legs.

“Mikey, calm down, here have some water,” I said, bringing it to his face.

“Brit, Oscar…tell her that I AM RIGHT!” He yelled, and everyone cheered.

I met Harry for lunch, the next day, “So, where do I sign to go into this intense procedure with you?” He asked, taking a long sip on his coffee.

“Here,” I took the page out. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You haven’t seen all my work yet?”

“I have enough. And you designed Nick’s house, and I love it so, yeah…there we go,” He said signing it. “I’m free for the next two months before I get busy again. I’d like to do this! And! And! I am your first client! So, cheers to that!” he giggled, and we almost banged our coffee cups.

The long designing procedure started the next day. It was my first project with my company name, and it was a huge one. I wanted to give my best to it. I spent time in his house, working on each floor and then talking to him. I wanted to know him properly, his tastes, his dislikes to be able to come on a nice theme for his house. I could see Harry enjoyed it. I like to know that he enjoyed everything that was new to him. My boyfriend wasn’t back yet, and the only conversation I had with him was a guy who came from his office to collect a few files. It had been three weeks now, and I was almost done with the theme. We had set a budget, even though Harry was pretty lenient with it and we went looking for things on the list.

“I like this,” He said looking at a ceiling attached sofa chair. “I’d like to put to in the balcony,” he said.

“Near the trees, the opposite side, first floor? I guess, it’ll look nice there and a perfect spot to sit as well because of the sunlight?” I asked.

“Yes, perfect!” He nodded.

We looked around more, picking up a lot of things that we liked. He wanted to go room by room so, he could individually pay attention to it so, it took a longer process, but I didn’t mind it. I was absolutely enjoying my work with no politics being played like my previous workplace. I was at his house, setting up the master bedroom when my phone rang. It was Oscar, but he cut the call. He then sent a picture. It was my boyfriend…I sat down. He was on the beach with a girl, lying on the sand with him. I read his message.

Was here off work after a meeting. Saw him and wanted to go say hi, until I saw her. I’m sorry Ria. I had a chat with the girl as well, just to confirm when he left for a while. They have been seeing each other for quite some time. Five months…I’m sorry.

My legs failing to hold my weight, had me sitting on the bed, just looking at the pictures. “Hey, do you want to have lunch from this nice Italian place, I know?” Harry walked in. “What happened?” He asked, as my tears just fell. Five years for this guy. Two years before that and this is what it led to. Harry sat on his knees in front of me and took my phone from my hands. “I’m sorry Victoria…”

“Why did you call him a douchebag?” I asked.

“What? Umm…Victoria…it doesn’t matter now.”

“Just tell me, Harry!”

He closed his eyes, “He had a reputation. And, I saw it at work. He came to each of my parties with a different woman, and then Jeff knows him. He told me how he went on these holidays and Jeff once went with him –”

“You knew?” I stood up, looking at him with accusatory eyes. “You knew he was cheating on me?” He nodded, still on his knees. “And you didn’t tell me! In these three weeks, when I told you how sad my relationship was making me, you didn’t say anything?”

“Vic, I –”

“Don’t call me that! I hate that name!”

“Ria, I didn’t know what to say! I saw you at the party, and you were so beautiful. And your eyes were so innocent and full of love, and when you told me that it was for five years, I didn’t want to see your heart crushed.”

“It had been crushing for years, Harry! I thought you were my friend! I treated you like my friend! A friend tells!”

“I didn’t know what to say, Ria!”

“Say that Victoria, Wake up! He is cheating on you! He came to my parties with different women every time!” I yelled.

“Victoria, he is cheating on you. He came to my parties with different women every time,” Harry repeated. I could see the guilt in his eyes.

“I know that now, you – you –” I couldn’t even curse. I knew he was not to blame. But, my world was crushed now. “I have to leave. I am taking a break for a few days. Please don’t contact me.”

“Ria, I’m really sorry.” He said, coming forward and holding my hand, while I just looked at him with defeated eyes.

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#46 What Have I Done? (Harry Styles)

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“Remember we can walk out any time you want,” I told Patrick as we climbed down the steps of the hall where people were dancing to loud music, with a band playing old songs and everyone with a glass of some kind of alcohol in it. It was the best of the parties this town sees about two times every year at the Styles mansion. His mother’s house was clearly smaller than his, and he had to open the doors a few times to validate the house of its existence. “Remember that we are not wanted here by the host, I’m sure. And, he will be anything but nice to me so, we rather just leave as fast as possible.”

“Why are we here if this is the case? Is it because everyone you know is here? Because I was fine with going for the movie tonight as well, you know that. I don’t need this party to enjoy my time here with you,” Patrick was my new best friend. He and I met at our Uni and one single joke and have been strong ever since. I brought here, to my hometown. Well, the place I spent 6 years of my teenage years at least in, and I couldn’t avoid this party as much as I wanted.

“We are here because his mother invited us. And, it wasn’t a single call invite. It was a 4-5 times confirmation of ‘I hope you’re coming,’ ‘we will see you at the party,’ ‘you have to come,’ that you can’t avoid. Plus, this family is really close to mine and, just because my parents have shifted, I can’t be in town and not show up.”

“But, he hates you! That is what you said? He hates you and has been horrible to you, and this is his party!” Patrick was absolutely confused why I was here. Heck, I was confused as well. I just couldn’t say no to his mother. They had helped me a lot when my parents left for work in my final year, and I don’t think I could have coped if she and his sister weren’t there.

“Let’s just show our face and leave in a while, okay?” I showed him my puppy eyes, and he smiled.

“Whatever you want, and you look pretty awesome so, maybe there is a little less hatred tonight,” He laughed.

“Yeah yeah, praise your own handiwork,” I hit him on his arm and walk down to the bar trying to find people. Everyone from high school was here. Did people make it to town just for his party?

“You know I always thought he was such an angel? Like the nicest guy on the planet, polite to everyone,” Patrick’s view on him was as good as anybody who didn’t know him.

“Yeah, he mostly is. I just tick something off in him. Maybe it’s my face, I’ll never know,” I tell him.

“So he is a horrible person?” He asks.

“To me…to everyone else, he is the perfect man. There’s Anne, let’s go say hi and then, we can leave!” I said, pulling his arm towards her.

“Anne!” I greeted her, and she hugged me back as tightly as she could.

“Oh god, you look so beautiful and so grown up! Robin, look who is here!” Her smile always made my day.

“Oh love!” Robin hugged me. “How is your work going? You, girl, got placed at an excellent place!” he said, and I agreed.

“This is Patrick, my friend from Uni and work, I’m showing him the town here,” The greeting took place as I scanned the crowd for other familiar faces. There were so many. “Is Gemma here?” I asked in hope.

“Yes, she must be around, wait let me bring her here!” Robin said, as he went and looked for her before I could protest. Anne left to play host in a few more minutes, and we turned around and walked towards the balcony to not interact with any more people than required.

“So, don’t they know how their son treats you?” He asked.

“Well, earlier in high school, it was just in person, and then it turned to among his friends. When I last came back from Uni for a few days, Anne asked me to live with her and, it was then, in front of them. I, usually don’t come back here. Nor is he ever here, not like he always hated me. We used to be friends, you know. Then he left, and when he came back, it got weird.”

“Left for X factor?”

“Yeah, anyway, let’s not indulge in this anymore, it’s a waste of time. It’ll be great if we can leave here as fast as possible as well,” I turned around, leaning against the railing, scanning the crowd again. There he was, in white this time. This man could carry off anything given to him to wear. I tried noting the changes in him, as fast as I could. “You know when I was young, and the first time, he was really cruel to me, I was told, maybe it’s because he liked me, secretly and umm, he just couldn’t tell me. Stupid things we are fed as children.”

“Who told you this?” Patrick laughed.

“Gemma…I had gone asking her what I did wrong, and that was her explanation. She should have just told me simply, that he doesn’t like you and she doesn’t know the reason. If a guy likes you, he’ll make it happen. Not be vicious to you instead, and ruin your high school experience. He had three girlfriends that year. Such patriarchal assumptions to let the guy go scot free,” I shook my head, turning around.

“And you still don’t know why?” I laughed and said no. “I just don’t see anybody hating you like that? It’s just so strange, like remember that case with Ashley or Kyle? They both love you now, and they didn’t earlier because they thought you didn’t like talking to them because of your initial phase of being quiet and…hey! Can that be the reason? That he thinks you don’t like him?” Patrick jumped.

“What shitty novel have you been reading? No! He used to be my friend. Like a good one! And, I used to talk to him plenty!”

“Well, there he is. He does look exquisite though, like really good,” Patrick commented.

“Control your hormones. You’re supposed to be on my side if anything happens! And you have your boyfriend, might I add!”

“No trouble in appreciating beauty! He is beautiful though, you have to agree!”

“He is,” I smiled looking away.

“You never had a crush on him? Like even, when you were said, friends?”He asked.

“Umm…I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I was pretty oblivious to the said feelings. I had a lot more going on with my parents leaving and school pressure, and he became well…before I could actually harbour any such emotions.”

“How sad, I’d like to kiss him.”

“I’m already losing the battle, and he has not even noticed us,” I groaned.

“No? He has been staring this side, every few seconds,” Patrick observed.

“What? Well, don’t stare back!” I hit him.

“I’m not, look at these frames! They are pretty misleading. I can look at you, and you’ll never surely know.”

“Let’s not give him that doubt, either.” I gulped my remaining drink and looked for Gemma. It had been 30 minutes already. 30 more, and I could disappear.

“Too late, he is walking towards us!” Patrick elbowed me, and I stood up. Taking a deep breath, I ran a hand through my hair and turned around. I swear his eyes grew colder when they looked at me.

“Addison Bailey,” His voice was so much deeper.

“Harry Styles,” I nodded. “How are you? This is my friend, Patrick,” I smiled. He nodded and gave a small smile in his direction.

“I hope you’re having a nice time.”

“Yes, all great!” Patrick responded.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” He looked at me. I could hear the controlled voice. So could Patrick, as I saw his eyebrows raise. “I found out this morning.”

“Oh, umm I have been here for a few days. It was nice for Anne to invite me,” I kept my cool.

“Yeah, of course, it was. You must be ecstatic,” he smirked.

Whatever that meant, “Yes, of course. She is family.”

“Like that means anything to you,” He spoke.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I didn’t say anything, and I knew this would lead to this.

“Excuse me, I am going to get a glass of water,” Patrick said and walked away. A few steps later, he gave me a direction to leave.

“I’m going to get myself a glass, as well,” I said.

“Running away again,” He laughed viscously.

“Yes, I have better things to do than being insulted by you, every time you meet me,” I said, and a few people turned to look in our direction and then talked within themselves. I could see him get angry.

“You should leave,” He said.

“What?” I said, shocked.

“Leave. Now.” He said again, just louder so, the people around us could hear it. I could hear my cheeks turn red, as a tear fell down.

“What did I do to you?” I whispered.

“Addison!” I heard Gemma yell, as she came to the balcony. She stopped when she looked at me and then, Harry.

“What did you do, Harry?” She asked him.

“Nothing, it’s my house, my party,” saying that he walked away.

Gemma turned to me, as I wiped my tear, “Hey, it’s okay. What happened?”

“Nothing, I’m going to leave. Thank you so much for inviting me. It was lovely seeing you again,” I hugged her and walked away. Taking Patrick’s hand, we both left the party as the voice of Gemma calling my name died with the sound of the music.

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“I’ll go meet her for an hour and then, come back. Will you be fine?” I asked Patrick.

“Yes, I am a man, I can take care of myself,” He nodded.

“My God, such declarations!” I laughed. Gemma wanted me to meet her once for coffee. She repeatedly asked me, apologising for the party and I wanted to meet her as well. I walked to their house and rang the bell. “Oh my god,” I turned around as Harry opened the door.

“Addison!” Gemma rushed and hugged me. Pulling me inside, I saw coffee brewing on the stove and two glasses out.

“What’s happening Gem, you told me-“ I was cut before that.

“Yes, I know what I told you. And I know what I told you as well, Harry. But, what happened at the party was not acceptable, and I want you guys to talk and clear it out. You guys used to be friends, and as far as I know, and as far is this girl knows, we don’t know what happened Harry, and you need to stop being like this. I know you’ll say it means nothing to you, but it does to mum, and it upsets her so, do it for her,” she kept taking back a step towards the door.

“You have no right-“Harry started.

“Yes, but what are you going to do about that? The back door is closed, and this door will be locked so, you pretty much are stuck. Bye!” and before we both could say anything, she locked the door from outside and left.

“What the hell,” it happened so fast that I didn’t have time to respond. I looked for my phone to call a cab and leave, but I couldn’t find it. Meanwhile, Harry did the same, but couldn’t find any of his either.

“She took my phone as well!” He yelled, and I flinched.

I took a deep breath and just sat back, while he cursed and moved back and forth the hallway. After many ‘how could she do this,’ and ‘where am I stuck,’ he tired himself out and sat down. “I’m getting the coffee,” I said and two hot cups of coffee and placed them on the table.

“You know this is all because of you, right?” He said.

“Yes Harry, I figured you’ll start insulting me for however long we are stuck here the first minute that door closed. So carry on,” I shrugged and sat back with my coffee. He looked at me shocked and in anger. I never responded like this. In a second, he thrashed the cup of coffee, and it fell all over the floor, breaking the cup. I sunk in the sofa cushions, trying to hide myself from whatever he was about to do next. It was an hour until he calmed down. The floor was clean now, he did that fifteen minutes before and now sat with a fresh cup in his hands.

“How could you do that to me?” He said, and I looked up frowning. What have I done that is so bad?

“I mean, I know you’re an opportunist. How do I know that? Cause I am one too! But, I was your best friend. You sent me to X factor, convinced my entire family to let me go and there when I waited for you to show up, you didn’t because you got the internship? And, all this time while I kept thinking that you were such a great friend, it was just so you could remove my name from the list and put yours?” He looked at me, his eyes wet.

“Harry…”

“Did you for one second think that if this audition didn’t work out, you would be stealing the best opportunity I would have ever had to get into college in one go. Did you even think about me? And, if this wasn’t enough, you threatened Carla to break up with me. How sick could you get? And it seems so petty now that I am still holding onto this, but I can’t pretend to hug you and love you when you completely betrayed me. After all my family did for you, you just kicked me back,” he pointed his finger at me.

I took a deep breath, realising his reasons for hating me, realising how misunderstood everything was, “Alright, first of all, Carla was cheating on you. With Marcus that too, all I threatened her with was that I will tell you first, so I don’t know why you are angry because, if you would have liked to find them at it and then break up, than her telling you and breaking up first then, it’s my bad, I’m sorry, but I was looking out for you.” I kept my coffee cup down.

“That is not what Carla told me,” Harry, now shocked, accused me again.

“Well then, obviously, you believe Carla more than me, so this conversation is redundant. And what did she even tell you? Why would I ask her to break up with you? And why would she in the world listen to me? A junior who has nothing to do with her?”

Harry was quite shocked. He was thinking about everything over again. I took off my shoes and climbed closer to him, but still holding on to my pillow. “She told me you loved me and were making up lied about her and other people and that she couldn’t bear it anymore.” He said, in a softer voice.

“Loved you?” He looked up at me.

“Ye-yeah.”

“So, instead of asking me about these said feelings that made me do such a thing and break your six-month relationship, you just became horrible to me?”

“What was I supposed to do? What would you do when you find out your best friend is an absolute bitch?”

“An absolute bitch who loves you?” I raised my eyebrow, clearing out all the complications in his words. “You ask her about it, nor she isn’t your best friend, which I clearly wasn’t now, that we realise.”

“Don’t put this blame on me!” He shouted.

“Don’t raise your voice! You’re accusing me of something I never did because your cheating girlfriend said so! Stop being and idiot and be so emotionally involved that everything around you blinds you! And as far as the internship is concerned, I didn’t write my name, it was offered to me.”

“Offered to you?” He laughed.

“Why you think I was not capable? You didn’t even tell me you got the internship, in the place where I wanted to work for the longest time. I didn’t know it was yours. I convinced you for X-factor because I knew you were miserable going for anything else. And prayed it worked out for you every moment,” I had my own tears leaking out, now. “I worked shit hard, and you know it. With everything going on, I was considered even though I was a year junior. I was the second to your name which I found out after they offered me the internship.”

He looked at me, taking it all in, “what did you want me to say to them? Oh wait, let Harry come back from this excellent opportunity he has at X Factor, and if there it doesn’t work out for him, and if he plans to come back, and if he does not choose this dream internship of mine, I will take it? Who the fuck do you think you are? You have everything Harry. A family that has supported you throughout, a good career, so much, and I had my parents leave me here, to go on world tour. They didn’t pay for my education, the company did. They gave me a scholarship, so I am sorry, I am not apologising for taking an opportunity which could help me when you had something better going on for you in every way.”

I sat back, and took a sip of my coffee, “and if this is the reason that you have insulted me repeatedly, again and again, while I have kept my heart in front of you, ruined prom, made me feel absolutely worthless cause why will Harry Styles hate you, if you aren’t actually horrible, then I am glad that, I am not your friend. Because you’re not worth it. You are absolutely sick, and I hate you.”

“Oh my god! You guys are talking!” Gemma walked through the door and kept the phones on the table, “I’m so glad!”

I took a moment to wear my shoes halfway, pick my bag up and phone from the counter and walk out. “Addison,” Harry held my arm, as I turned around to see him crying.

“Fuck you, Harry.”

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