30 6 / 2013
My heart was racing as I made the decision on leaving Harry on the other side of the door, upset and alone. I just couldn’t do it. I had always been a lover, no matter the circumstances. I couldn’t flee without knowing he was okay. Everyone knew how simple our relationship was. Even though we hadn’t spoken to each other in years, Harry and I would have given life and limb to save the other. It was just how we were.
I twisted the knob, taking in the scene before me before stepping inside. I had no idea how he had managed to trash this room so much in the minute that he was alone. “That was quite a show you put on back there Mr. Styles. I’m a bit upset you didn’t sing What Makes You Beautiful though. It always was my favorite.”
“We don’t sing that song anymore, Zellie.”
“And why is that? It’s the song that took you to the top. I remember when you boys filmed all those stupid videos on the stairs. You could still be there if it weren’t for that song.”
“Do you wanna know why we don’t play that song anymore? It’s because I had it written for you. Are you happy now? That song is about you and I can’t sing it without choking up.” For the first time since I had let myself into that room Harry’s eyes looked up to meet mine.
My mind instantly flashed to Harry after his performance on Red or Black. He hadn’t done as well on his solo as he had intended and he was distraught about it for weeks. He thought he had let everyone down but we couldn’t be more proud of him. He is only human after all. Not everything goes as planned.
“Why don’t we get out of here? I’ll let you buy me some ice cream. If you hurry we can get out of here before anyone knows we are gone. Doesn’t it sound a bit tempting mister pop star?” I teased at him as I walked closer, judging his reaction before grabbing his hand and escaping out the door.
“That’s Mister Rockstar to you.” He added quietly as we snuck to the underground garage to make our great escape from Madison Square Garden. I smiled at the thought of Harry being able to let me through the walls he had built. Maybe I was just being allowed to look through a window but it was a million times better than the concrete wall he had put up after last night at the club.
So there we were, Harry and me, sitting in the middle of Pinkberry at nearly midnight. I didn’t think Pinkberry was open this late but apparently when you’re Harry Styles and you had a rough night you can get places to stay open for you.
“I’m sorry about what happened last night. I was a bit drunk and I wasn’t thinking about people recording your every move. I guess I just forgot how famous you are.”
“I’m not mad. My PR is furious, but mainly at me. I shouldn’t have antagonized you.”
“I guess it was easier for me to be angry than to except that I was hurt. I know that you and I would do anything for each other at the drop of a hat. You’re still one of my best friends. I’m just upset that we missed out on two years and we can never get them back.” I took another bite of my cheesecake frozen yogurt before I mustered up enough courage to look back up at Harry.
“Me too. The only thing we can do is not let any more time slip away.”
“Yeah, you’re absolutely right.” I smiled back at him. “So, what do you want to do on your last night of freedom? Should we call your family? I never even saw Des and Jo. We could play a game or watch a movie or something at my house. Just like old times, yeah?”
“I don’t know how much they really want to see me. Maybe I could take you up on that offer though. I haven’t gotten to kick your ass in scrabble in a while.”
“I’m a uni graduate now, Harry. I might actually beat you, especially with that cocky little attitude you’ve got there.” I pushed his shoulder playfully. “I still think you should try to talk to your family. They came all this way to see you perform. That has to mean something.”
“Maybe I could invite them to lunch or something.” I knew I shouldn’t push him too far, not with him opening up to me like he has been this evening. “I think that would be quite lovely.”
“If that’s what you want I will call your parents and invite them. Do you want to go out or I can make something. It’s completely up to you.”
“I think we’re going to want to do this in public.”
“Wait, who said I was coming? This could be a suicide mission.”
“Oh it will be, but if you’re not going than neither am I.” Harry quickly stated before hopping off the bar stool to the floor just inches below. “But we both know you want to hang out with my family before they head back to England so you’ll go and because you’re going I’ll end up going. There is no reason to even have a discussion because that is exactly how it will end.”
As I hopped of the bar stool like he did a frown slid onto my face knowing he was right. Every part of me had a love hate relationship with how well he still knew me and yet it was like magic how perfectly we had fell back together.
We hailed a cap that was passing by, which to my disappointment was not as easy as I wish it would have been. Twelve cabs later some guy finally pulled over and all he said the whole trip to my flat was the address we would like to go to.
“At least he wasn’t a crazed fan.” Harry noted as we walked into the lobby.
“Do you get those a lot? I mean I haven’t got to hang with Harry Styles in a while. I can only imagine what it’s like walking down a street with you. Do you even go to the grocery store because that almost seems like a death wish?” I couldn’t stop talking. My mouth was running a mile a minute and I couldn’t breathe. Words were flowing out of my mouth like water through a broken dam.
Finally I opened the door to my flat, walking in right behind Harry. “Just like I remember,” he spoke sarcastically.
“Good, now I don’t have to worry about all the alcohol you’ve had messing up your memory.”
“The alcohol is the only thing that would possibly let you bet me at scrabble but unfortunately for little miss sunshine I don’t have any. It looks like you’re going to lose.”
“I have a bottle of champagne but I could never drink the whole thing alone. It’s a shame really that I have no one to drink it with, unless…” I hinted at my intentions of offering him a glass.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to give an alcoholic alcohol?” His eyebrow raised, that famous smirk appearing on his face.
“I don’t think was a very good idea for me to go to your concert tonight but I did. I don’t think it was a very good idea for you to sing that song about me but you did. I don’t think it is a very good idea for you to be here right now, but you are. There are lots of things that I do that probably aren’t very good ideas Harry but that doesn’t stop me. Plus it is your last night, it’s not like you’re recovering yet.”
“If you will take care of the champagne I will get the game.” She instructed as she walked off down the hallway. “It’s in the fridge and the glasses are in one of the cabinets I assume.” She hollered from what I’m assuming to be her room.
I grabbed the bottle out of the fridge, one of the few things actually stocked, before filtering my way through the cabinets to fine glasses. I know Zellie loved watching champagne spew from the bottle so I withheld opening the bottle until she came back with the game.
A few moments later, okay it was probably only like a minute, I found myself walking back to where she had gone. Partially because I want to see her room but mainly because I didn’t know where she had ran off to.
I walked into her room which directed me to a beaconing light where I found the one girl in all of New York City that had my attention. She was standing on a small latter, reaching up to the top shelf. When I realized she had changed into a pair of yoga pants and a loose tank top I realized that must have been what took her so long. The tank was riding up, allowing her toned back to show. I shifted uncomfortable as I noticed how long I had been staring at her. I was checking out my best friend and know I shouldn’t be but I couldn’t help it. Have you seen her?
All of a sudden my mind was brought back to earth when I noticed her foot misjudging a step and her body couldn’t recover. I took a giant step forward, desperate to catch her before the ground did. I don’t even think I took a breath until she was safely in my arms, bridal style. Never had I wanted to kiss Zellie Adams more than I did in that moment.
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27 6 / 2013
Don’t Let Me Go
I’d said hello to all the families. I had never been close to them enough to do much more than that so I took Lux and went back into Harry’s dressing room. Maybe I was a little more shocked than I thought that Harry was still nurturing and loving to the small child that was running in circles around him. A bead of liquid fell down my face as I watch Harry and Lux playing so fluidly. She didn’t even know about his problems, but for that hour I couldn’t pretend they weren’t their either.
It was weird not sharing the dressing room with Anne and Robin, Gemma and Des and Jo. I had no idea where they had run off to. Every other concert I had been to we all sat around hanging out before the show. I guess everything really was changing.
“Come play with us.” Harry said breaking my out of my trance. Within seconds I found myself chasing Lux around the room, blowing bubbles for her to pop. I don’t even know where the bubbles came from but everything felt right again.
“I always knew you were going to be a great dad.” I blurted out without realizing that I had spoken out loud until Harry stopped what he was doing to look at me.
“I always hoped it would be you, us. Sometimes I want to trade everything in if it would make things right with you. Do you remember when we went to the carnival? We must have been like 15. When we were on the Ferris wheel I got this strange feeling in my stomach and I knew I wanted to kiss you but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lose you and yet here we are, I’ve lost you. I know that I can apologize a thousand times but we will never be who we were before.”
“No, but maybe we can be better.” The twinkle in his eye made me desperate to escape. I wasn’t sure where Harry and I would be tomorrow, I didn’t even know if I would talk to him after he performed what was expected of him. I could only trust a boy that had already broke my heart with so much.
Watching the boys preform from the side was an odd experience. This was the first time I wasn’t familiar with the songs that came though the speakers. The songs that were being sung had a completely different sound than the ones I had last heard.
I tried to focus on the crowd. Their screams were the only thing that hadn’t changed. It’s an odd feeling knowing that the one constant is the roar of the crowd. I looked around at the sold-out venue. I didn’t know how it was being announced that this was it, at least for now. But I did know if they did it here this crowd would become silent.
I sat there and watched; mesmerized that after all these years they control thousands of people effortlessly. “There’s something I want to do before I walk off this stage.” Harry said after the boys had returned backstage after the encore.
“I’ve been kind of a dick to someone who means the world to me. Like, such a dick that I don’t know if we will ever get back to where we were. My advice is if you love someone, don’t let them go.” He looked right at me causing my heart to stop beating right there. He swirled around, grabbing a guitar out of someone’s hand and then looked right back to the audience. “I wrote this song, well the lyrics. I know it can’t fix everything but hopefully it can be a start.”
I hold on scared and harder to breathe. All of a sudden these lights are blinding me. I never noticed how bright they would be. I saw in the corner there is a photograph, no doubt in my mind it’s a picture of you. It lies there alone on its bed of broken glass. This bed was never made for two.
I wasn’t naive enough to question whether this song was about me or not. I didn’t want to look at him and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I’ll keep my eyes wide open. I’ll keep my arms wide open.
Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go ‘cause I’m tired of being alone
Don’t let me, don’t let me go ‘cause I’m tired of feeling alone.
I promise one day I’ll bring you back a star, I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand oh. Seems like these days I watch you from afar just trying to make you understand. I’ll keep my eyes wide open yeah
Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go ‘cause I’m tired of feeling alone
Don’t let me, don’t let me go,
Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go ‘cause I’m tired of feeling alone
I collapsed into a chair behind me. The words stung. The past two years have been spent on me dwelling on feeling bad for myself. I never thought to consider Harry’s feelings. He always commented on how he though famous people hooking up every night with someone knew was just a cry for attention. He was crying out but I was ignoring him.
Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go ‘cause I’m tired of feeling alone
Don’t let me, don’t let me go, ‘cause I’m tired of sleeping alone.
“I’ve made some really bad choices recently. I’ve taken up quite a few bad habits. One of them is drinking until I blackout. I know this person isn’t me but I can’t seem to stop. In light of these events I have received support from my family, band, the crew and management. I can always count on them to help me back up when I fall. Due to my proper dickness I’ve lost the one person in the world who I could count on to always have my back and to never let me fall. I’m sure many of you have seen the tabloids. I’m not proud of that person. I’m rather embarrassed by my actions. Not only have I hurt myself, but I hurt her and our families. I have chosen to leave the remainder of the tour and admit myself into rehab.”
At first there was nothing but silence, and then there were gasps of confusion followed by more silence. I must have looked between Harry and the crowed a hundred times in a matter of seconds. I was waiting for something, anything that would make me move from where I stood on the side of the stage but I was waiting for nothing.
I wasn’t sure how long I had stood there for when Harry set the microphone one the ground and walked away. It was one of those moments where the air around you gets really thick and none of it wants to go into your body. It was kind of the perfect way to walk away, honestly. It wasn’t dramatic and full of spotlights and dancing numbers. It was silent and beautiful. It was heartbreak. Now it is over, there’s no turning back.
“What the hell was that?” I could hear a loud, booming voice tear into someone as I managed to return to the backstage life witness by few. “We told you that you could not sing alone and what did you do?”
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry. I’m not sorry. Not in the slightest.” I heard Harry counter back.
“You’re ruining your band over a stupid little girl. Letting your friends down for some silly little crush? This isn’t you Harry.”
“I don’t want to be Harry from One Direction that sleeps with a different girl every night. I want to be Harry Styles from Holmes Chapel. Fame has destroyed me. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I’m done.”
I was suddenly glad that everyone who had a backstage pass was in that because no one noticed my presence as I ran down the corridor I had backed into hoping that it connected to the others like I had noted in many other arenas. ‘Please, please, please.’ I chanted to myself as I neared the wall.
I turned with the hall praying I would remember where his room was. Suddenly it was like I couldn’t get there soon enough. I could hear my feet pounding the ground like a drum, willing to faster, farther. Step, step, step, step. I couldn’t think about anything but speed.
Within seconds of turning down another corridor I hear the sharp sobs coming from the one person I was desperate to find. As I stopped in front of the door I realized how desperately I didn’t want to be here. My hand was on the handle I could still go home and pretend this was a very bad dream. My instincts took over.
I never had been much of a fighter anyway.
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20 6 / 2013
“What do you mean this is your last show? You have tour dates scheduled all year. Are you just going to quit on your fans like that?” Maybe I was a little more tuned in to the boys than I thought. Maybe a part of me focused into the TV when I saw they were on. A part of me wanted to know that they were doing okay, even if it was without me.
“They are cancelling the shows and sending me to rehab.” He said quietly. I could tell he was embarrassed. He read my mind; I guess that’s one thing he hadn’t lost. “I’ve been drinking a lot. It’s gotten quite bad.
“I didn’t know it was that bad.” I spoke quietly not wanting to draw attention to us.
“I have a really good publicist who keeps me out of the papers, or my drinking anyway. I guess I’ve gotten to be too much to handle.” The look in his eyes was nothing but pure innocence. The feeling in my stomach was nothing but pain and sadness. My Harry was still in there drowning in alcohol.
“Anyway, we best be on our way huh?” Harry said turning away quickly in hopes that I wouldn’t see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
“I believe someone has a show to kill.” I smiled back at him before following him through the kitchen and into the Escalade that was waiting patiently.
“Zellie,” Zayn called as he climbed out of the car. I stopped following Harry into the building and waited for Zayn to catch up. “One more thing, all of our families are coming to the show tonight. Just be prepared for that. Anne, um, she saw the article about what happened between you and Harry and I guess she is pretty upset with him. We heard them on the phone last night but I don’t think they have seen each other yet. I don’t even think she knows this is the last show.”
“Okay.” What do you even say to something like that? I knew Anne. She was under the influence that nothing was really wrong between Harry and me. Maybe Harry told her he had been busy and we hadn’t gotten to talk much with our schedules. I knew she wouldn’t have taken it lightly on him. Of course I had felt bad about screaming at him in the middle of a club but none of that even came close to the feeling I had at this very moment.
“I don’t know your relationship with Harry and Anne but this is our last concert for a while so if it isn’t too big of a favor to ask can you keep Harry in a good mood. It should be fairly easy; every time he is around you know it’s like he is walking on a fucking cloud.” I struggled to hide my laughter.
“I’m not getting close to his penis, Zayn. That is across the line.”
“Zellie, please, I was thinking you could just hang out with him until we go on stage.”
“I guess I can do that.” I smiled pushing Zayn from the underground parking garage into the Madison Square Garden. “But you’re going to owe me.”
“What will I owe you?”
“The last time I went out my fun was spoiled. I want you to welcome me to America for real this time.” A giant smirk flipped onto his face before he agreed. It was almost too easy.
“Fine, you do this for the band and I will take you out before we leave New York.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and because I was wearing heel I didn’t even have to stand on my tippy toes. Score!
I could hear the strums on a guitar as I made my way through the empty corridor. Finally I found the source of the beautiful melody. As soon as I heard the voice I knew exactly who it was. “I’m tired of sleeping alone.” I let the guitar go silent before I walked into the room.
“That’s really good, H.” I smiled stepping closer to where he was sitting on the couch.
“How much did you hear?” He said sounding almost frustrated.
“I only heard that last bit, the sleeping alone part. Did you right this? It’s beautiful.” He nodded his head confirming my speculations. “Will you sing the whole thing for me?”
“Tonight.” One word was all he spoke but it was enough to send a heat flash through my entire being.
“I’ve missed you, Harry. I’ve missed you so much. I miss your curly hair, and your gorgeous green eyes. The one thing I haven’t gotten to see is your dimples. Can I see your dimples?” I was asking him to smile, honestly, I wasn’t sure that he would but before I knew it I had my index finger poking at a dimple that was right in front. I don’t even remember allowing myself to collapse into his lap until the door flung open.
“Harry, are you ready to see your mum?” Paul said from the door before he noticed Harry wasn’t alone. “I can come back in a few minutes.”
“No, I’ll go. Anne should get to see her baby boy before his big show.” I said smiling. “If you’ll just bring her back I’m sure I’ll be done here. But if you could refrain from telling her I’m here I would very much like to surprise her.” I smiled up at Paul signaling the go ahead for him to leave.
“You don’t have to go. I want you to stay.” Harry said quietly as I dipped my head into his neck.
“When do you leave for rehab?” I asked quietly knowing I could only avoid the question for so long.
“Tomorrow night. I haven’t told my mom about rehab. I hadn’t even told her about us. She saw it online and she called me up last night after I left your flat. I don’t know how I could be so stupid. I missed everything up. You’re barely talking to me. My mom is pissed at me. God only knows what the rest of my family is going to say. Gemma literally might kill me.”
“Calm down. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think. No matter what, your family will always love you. I still love you, Harry. When your mom walks through the door, be the man she raised you to be. I’ll stay right here if you promise me you will be respectful to her.”
He silently nodded his head just as a knock came from the other side of the door. “Come in.” He croaked.
“Harry Edward Styles,” Anne said sharply. I automatically knew Anne was not going to be pleasant to him until she got all her feelings out, which is the main reason I stayed. I knew she wouldn’t be quite as harsh if I was around and I did make that promise to Zayn.
“Anne.” I beaconed from beside Harry. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Zellie Adams, is that you? You have grown up since the last time I saw you. You are absolutely stunning, darling.” Her mood had instantly softened, just as I had expected. I rose from the couch to hug the one person who could almost replace my own mum after she died.
“Harry and I were just talking about going out after the show tonight. Is Gemma here? I would love to for her to tag along.” I said a little more enthusiastically than I probably should have been to hang out with my ex-best friend.
“I’m sure she would. She will love to see you. I didn’t know you were coming out to the show either. Harry seems to be keeping a lot from me these days.” Harry flinched slightly at the sharp jab from his own mother.
“Well I wasn’t intending on it. I just moved to the city yesterday and I managed to run into the fab five last night and well here I am.” I spun around, giggling trying to make the room a bit lighter.
“Mum, sit down please. I need to tell you something.” Harry interrupted.
“What is it, Harry?” Anne said hesitantly sitting down. “On second thought, I think I would rather stand. Did you knock some girl up? I’ve been reading all these headlines lately. I didn’t possibly think it was true but after watching that video last night I realized I don’t even know who my own son is anymore.”
“Mum, I’m going to rehab tomorrow. Management and the boys decided to postpone the rest of the tour. I don’t know how everything got so out of control. I know I’ve let you down. I’ve hurt you. I’ve made a fool of our family in front of the world. I’m sorry that you and Dad have had to watch me spiral out of control on the front of magazines. I’m sorry that I left Zellie that night. I can’t take it back. I can only try to fix my mistakes.”
I stayed in the dressing room with Harry and Anne for a while before venturing off to find Gemma. It didn’t take long. She was talking to Liam and his family. I overheard them talking about Harry and his downward spiral but as soon as Liam saw me he stopped talking, causing Gemma to turn around to see what caused the distraction.
“Zellie Jane Adams!” Gemma slurred into one word due to an overload of excitement. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen this gorgeous face in years!” I was so embarrassed that the entire crew was staring at the commotion.
“Gem, I’ve missed you so much!” I buried my face into the curve of her neck just like I did when I was small enough to sit on her lap.
“How have you been? Tell me everything!” It was long and winded but I told Gemma everything that had happened since I moved to London. I saved us both from a drawn out conversation that we really didn’t have time for.
“Oh, I may have told your mum that Harry and I are going out tonight and that you might want to come along. I wasn’t really thinking about his problem, but I mean if it is his last night he might as well go out with a bang.” I joked not sure if it was okay to take an alcoholic out before rehab. I mean it’s not like he’s in the rehab stage and he would just sit in his room and drink anyway. This way I would have some handle on what he consumes and how much he gets.
“You know that night Harry came and told me what happened. He woke me up at like four in the morning. He could hardly wait until it was a decent hour to go back to your house. He never did tell me what happened that morning but he cried for the rest of the day. It was the first time he cried over a girl. H hasn’t been the same since. He loved you then and he loves you now. I hope that means something because I was always rooting for the two of you to end up together. I think we all were.”
Gemma’s words struck me hard, right in the heart. The words that came from her mouth were just like the words that bled from the ink pen my mum had used to write years ago.
Happy birthday, Zellie
I hesitate in writing you this letter because I never have shared with you the pain that I went through. You’re twenty now. I feel as though I spent a year working on this scrapbook for you, ensuring that every little detail was perfect. The doctor says I don’t have much time and I don’t want to leave this book halfway empty. I really hope you aren’t opening letters early but if you are please put this one down. It will mean so much more when the time is right.
I know now just how weak I have become. The pain is almost unbearable. The treatment is slowly tearing me apart at the seams. I guess that’s what it is supposed to do though. I’ve tried not to cry in front of you and your siblings. I don’t want you to remember me like this. I know that I’m nearing my end. I lived a good life. I am so blessed to have gotten to call myself your mummy. I will cherish these years in heaven. I’m sad to leave you here on earth but I know you will do great far beyond my accomplishments. You are strong and brave. You face every challenge as an opportunity. Because of you I am not afraid to die.
I could never have come this far without the love I received from your father. He was an amazing husband. One day I want this for you. Maybe you have had a serious relationship or two. I was never in love until I was 23. You still have plenty of time before you need to concern yourself with a boy. When you find the one, you will know. He will be sweet and caring, gentle and kind. He will make your heart go frantic and stop at the same time. There is so much to say about the man of your dreams but the greatest piece of advice I can give you about love is that when find him you just know. That’s how it was when I met your father. All the boys you date will hold a special place in your heart but he will light it on fire. Don’t be afraid to fall, my love.
No matter what happens, I hope you’ll find the one that makes you happy. I can picture you walking down the aisle in a white gown with a bouquet of flowers in your hands. For months I’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of the man lucky enough to get you forever and last night I finally saw him. Let me tell you, Harry turns out to be a hunk. He sings to you at the reception. It’s beautiful. The whole wedding is spectacular. Call it a mother’s intuition but we can all see it coming. You’re meant to be Zellie Jane Styles.
I love you my sweet child
P.S. when the time is right, you will be given information on how to get the dress I saw in my dream. I’ve sketch it out and sent it to where it will wait until you’re ready. No one will ever have this dress. It’s top secret. I hope you’ll like it as much as I did.
A tear streamed down my face silently as I remembered the letter that was marked for my twentieth birthday. “That’s exactly what my mum said.” I whispered to Gemma as I wiped the tear from my face. I gave her a reassuring smile before walking off to find Lux who was nearly a preschooler now.
“If anyone is wondering where I’ve gone off to would you tell them I’ve gone to get my Lux fix?” Her headed bobbed up and down as I turned away from the Styles clan and ventured to find the one person that was guaranteed to make me smile.
14 6 / 2013
Keep Moving Forward
“I never left Holmes Chapel.” I whispered quietly. “I was there the whole time.” A silent tear fell down my eye as I realized what went wrong all those years ago.
“How much does your dad hate me?” Harry asked quietly from the other side of the couch.
22 5 / 2013
Everybody Talks Too Much
“How are you holding up in there?” Zayn said knocking on the door. “You haven’t drowned yourself have you?”
“No Zayn. Last night didn’t make me suicidal. I just didn’t want to see Harry unless I had to. Plus, I really like Burt’s Bees bubble bath and Harry used that to his advantage. I could stay in here all day.” I smirked as I pulled the plug allowing the water and soap to swirl down the drain.
20 5 / 2013
Drunken Words are Sober Thoughts
“Hey Z,” Harry said as he cautiously walked closer to where I was sitting with Zayn.
“My name is Zellie. You don’t get to call me Z. You lost that privilege a long time ago.” I bit back immediately. My blood was boiling under my skin. Every step he took made me more and more frustrated. Zayn, noting my anger, put his hand on my lower back and led me right past Harry.
19 5 / 2013
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14 5 / 2013
I was extremely restless that first night. I assumed it was because of the horrific nightmare that was flooding my silent thoughts. Not that it was the standard bad dream with monsters, it was a demon I had created myself. Harry Styles was the source of my pain that night. There was a fire trapping me in my home, leaving me hopeless. I turn to look out my window where I see Harry being held back by firefighters. He was trying to save me, but they wouldn’t let him. Knowing I was going to die I closed my eye hoping it would end soon. The next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed with Harry holding my hand. “I saved the picture.” In his hands was the picture that never left my bedside table. As soon as his lips brushed mine I shot up in bed, waking immediately.
“Where am I?” I stuttered aloud before realizing that I hadn’t been kidnapped. I was in my own bed in my new flat. I was safe and sound. Harry was nowhere near me. All I had to do was get to sleep until places open for breakfast. That can’t be too hard, right. It’s already nearly four.
I managed to sleep until 9:30. Although I was still exhausted I drug myself out of bed and hopped in the shower. I am unbelievable grateful that my dad when through the trouble to have the entire apartment ready to live in, minus food being stalked. I think he was hoping I would change my mind about moving across the pond.
14 5 / 2013
14 5 / 2013
Poppy Adams was Harry Styles best friend
and then she became just another one night stand.
She hasn’t seen Harry in two years, but fate has sent them both to the city that never sleeps where they meet again.
Can Poppy learn to trust Harry again or will they fall apart before they can fall back together?