Bereft (h.s)

15. I gave you one job.

Chapter 15

Alycia's Pov.

It's been three days since the studio session that I abruptly left and I haven't been back to the studio since then. I told Matt I wanted to work on some new stuff for a few days. My next studio session is in two days.

My management also informed me to pick out a new single to release with in the next few months. They're very lenient with me which is amazing. They let me do things on my own time basically. They said to have a new single ready in a few months. They don't set me on strict deadlines and I really appreciate it.

I've been working on a new song. I really like it and I finally think I finished it tonight.

For some reason, I wanted to show it to Harry. We haven't spoke since I left the studio. I feel bad. I know he was just angry because he's worried. He doesn't need to be though. He has enough to worry about it seems. Well, he was worried. I think I kinda burnt that bridge. He looked hurt when I said he was pushing me away. I didn't mean to hurt him.

I just, I miss him. Fuck. But this is a good thing that he hasn't tried to contact me I guess. A good way to keep myself away from him and...to keep him away from me. That's the only way Dylan won't fuck with him.

I have to have a conversation with Dylan. I have to. He has to stop this. I can't even fucking live.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. You know, it's annoying always worrying who's at the door. I always feel anxiety take me over.

I had the chain locked so it would only open a bit just until I could see who was out there. I opened the door and was shocked to see Harry standing at my door.

"Hi." He said and I shut my door to unlock the chain before fully opening my door.

"I know you might not wanna see me but...I don't know, to be completely honest, I missed you. And i'm sorry. For cursing at you. And for overstepping my boundaries." He said and he looked tired still. He looked about the same he did that day in the studio and I wanted nothing more than to hug him. So I pulled him into a hug and he breathed out in what sounded like relief.

"I missed you too." I said into his chest with complete honesty. He hugged me tighter and I chuckled.

"We're pathetic. It's only been three days." I said and I felt the vibration in his chest when he laughed. "Three days too long...I was trying to give you space. I felt really bad." I pulled away from the hug and tugged him into my apartment by his shirt sleeve and he closed the door.

"Don't feel bad. I know you're just...worried." "I care. A lot. I don't wanna push you away from me though. Fuck, that's the last thing I want to do. I was so fucking stressed out the past few days. I just felt so fucking bad about how I spoke to you."

He looked so frustrated and I grabbed his hands as I sat on my couch, making him sit with me.

"Stop. It wasn't a big deal. You didn't say anything bad Harry. Maybe the 'you're so blind' comment was out of line but I know you were just frustrated. Weirdly enough, I wasn't mad at you. At all. Like I said, I know you just get...frustrated with the situation." He continued holding my hands as we sat on the couch. "Gah i'm such a dick. I'm sorry. I really a-" "Harry stop." I said with a laugh and his eyes finally met mine in that stare that I didn't realize I would miss.

"You don't seem like yourself recently. Is everything okay?" I asked him and he sighed. "Yeah. Just...going through some stuff. I'm alright little one. More importantly, are you okay?" I shook my head at his words. "Don't say that. 'More importantly'. You're just as important. Fuck, more important in my book. So don't say that." I scolded and his brows furrowed disapprovingly.