26 Letters ( A Harry Styles AU )

F stands for Friends

Let's not even talk about how late of an update this is. I'm sorry.

So, now you finally find out the name of Harry's girlfriend. Writing this is going to be so much easier now....

~Cat xx

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•F stands for Friends•

Harry has a bad habit of pushing people away, luckily, his friends don't put up with it.  It's another Sunday morning and Harry is, as usual, sulking in front of his telly, not really wanting to watch the news but at the same time needing to. 

    “For a bit over two months now Lauren Hastings has been missing.” The news reporter stops to shuffle her papers and Harry hears the front door creak open.

    “Harry man, you there?” Comes the voice of his friend Zayn.

Internally Harry groans, forgetting he'd invited Zayn over. “Yeah, in here.” He mumbles, only half-hoping Zayn can hear him.

    “Ms. Hastings was the girlfriend of Harry Styles, heir to Cox Industries, a well-known, sociable young man. Since the disappearance of Ms. Hastings Harry has hardly been seen in public, and when he does he appears haggard and unhappy. Our focus today is not on Harry though, as we will no longer be airing coverage of Ms. Hasting's investigation due to a request from her family.”

The reporter says only a few more words, which Harry doesn't care to listen to, and the image on the screen flashes to a toothbrush commercial. 

    “So they're not gonna talk about it every Sunday now Harry, it's not going to bother you anymore.” Zayn speaks suddenly, making Harry's heart jump a little in his chest. 

    “Yeah, suppose.” Harry mumbles.

Harry pushes up off the sofa, seeing sparks in his vision as he sways slightly to the side, only to be righted by Zayn's hand gripping his shoulder.

    “Did you eat today?” He says, in a tone to stern for Harry to enjoy. 

    “No.” He grunts, shaking Zayn's hand off his shoulder and making his way to the kitchen. “I don't like the way she was so blunt.” Harry says, changing the subject.

    “Who? That reporter?” Zayn questions, and Harry gives him a nod. 

    “Yeah, oh this girl's been gone and oh her old boyfriend looks like shit, wonder why? Okay well since no-nobody gives a fuck and-and whatever we're gonna s-stop airing the story, a-an-and...” 

By the end of his sentence Harry is shouting loudly in the small kitchen, his hands shaking and eyes blown wide. Zayn isn't completely shocked, this was Harry. The constant mood swings, you never could tell what was going on inside him or what may come next.

    “Hey, Harry, it's okay.” Zayn says, gathering his friend into a hug as the boy begins to sob. “It's okay.” He says again, trying to believe it.

    “I-I just... I just m-m-miss her Zayn.” Harry manages, his chest rising with each of his stammered breaths. “I just miss her so fucking much.”

    “Hey now, it's gonna be alright. You're gonna be alright.” Zayn soothes, and hugs Harry a little tighter as his words linger in the air. 

Harry straightens up and rubs his hands over his face quickly. “Yeah.” He mutters, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the counter and walking out to the balcony, Zayn trailing behind him. Blocking the wind with his hand Harry lights the cigarette and sucks in, handing Zayn the lighter and watching him do the same. They stand out there for a while, not talking, watching the city as the smoke drifts around them.