Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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//I'm trying to make this chapter as good as I possibly can; enjoy//

I walk out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, where I've been all day in bed. My parents thankfully still aren't back from their trip and Ana's out of the house today. I didn't bother asking where she had went off to when she came in my room to tell me she was going out. She asked why I was still in the house but I told her I thought I was getting sick and she told me to call up Harry and have him come over to make me feel better.. It's kind of hard to do that whenever he's the one who caused me to feel this way.

Harry was there the night my mother was nearly murdered. My parents could have been murdered and possibly me considering one of the guys had ran up the stairs after me. Harry claimed that he wasn't actually involved in any of that but I never really gave him any time to actually explain everything to me. I was too worked up to just know that Harry was there and possibly involved and I had it in my head that he was involved so I just left his house and came home.

I roll over on the other side of my bed to see my phone vibrating for like the tenth time since I've come home from Harry's house, this time it's Tate. I pick up the phone as he says, "Lia, Harry's texting me and calling me. What's going on?" "Ignore him, Tate." I respond. "What happened, Lia? I'm your best friend." He says.

"Nothing, Tate. Just bullshit, really." I try to shrug it off so maybe he'll drop it. "Well, when you're ready to tell me, do so. But, until then, please answer the kid so he'll leave me alone."

"Alright, bye." I say trying not to sound so rude in a blank tone but I hung up right after that because I began to suddenly become furious at Harry once again. 

"Please stop calling my damn friends. Clearly I don't want to talk to you and I-" I say as he cuts me off. "Lia please just open your front door so I can explain." I hang up as I walk down stairs.

As I get closer to the front door I hear the knocking on the door as I stand there in front of the solid white door silently praying he'll just go away, but he doesn't and I know he won't. So, I open the door and right as I do so he walks in so he knows that he has the chance to explain everything to me.

I try to calm down my emotions as I walk into the living room without a word being said to him as I sit on the chair and Harry sits on the couch to begin.. "I was only there to keep an eye out for the police, Lia. I swear. It's nothing like you think. I was in such a bad time at the point of time in my life. My dad had just left Gem and I a few months before I got in this group of these terrible guys and I just wanted to fuck shit up for everyone else like I felt like everything was fucked up for me and I don't know why but I just did." I stare blankly at the wall as Harry talks. I know if I look at him I'll break down in tears.

"I love you, Lia. You can believe me or not but I do love you and I never meant to make you feel this way, however you're feeling but I didn't want to keep this shit from you."

"You know, Olivia doesn't even know about my mother. About what my family has been through. Nobody does, really. Tate knows a very small bit about the whole situation and I actually opened up to you and this is what I was so scared of. But, Ana always told me that maybe telling someone about this shit would possibly make me feel better but it didn't." I wipe my eyes, still not looking at Harry.

"I am tremendously sorry, baby. I really am." He apologizes once again as he sits beside me on the chair and I can't stop him as he wraps his arms around my body and my head lays on his chest.

....

I fell asleep from crying so much and I awake still in Harry's arms as I look up, he's wide awake with slightly red eyes. I lay my head back on his chest, not knowing what to say or do but then I sit up in the large chair. "I'm sorry, Lia." He positions himself in the same way I'm sitting. "I know, Harry." I say as I run my fingers through my hair and see in the corner of my eye that he just did the exact same thing.

"I can't promise you that things with us won't be different." He says, "But, I didn't want to keep this from you, Lia. I never knew that what had happened that night would end up like this. I never knew any of that would happen to your mother." 

"How did you know who I was?" I question. If Harry already knew the story because he was there then why is he dating me? "Are you dating me out of guilt?" I ask, looking at him with sympathy in his eyes.

"No, not at all." He furrows his eyebrows. "I knew who you were because of the news and shit. It got around, you know?" He says as I nod and stand. "I'm not dating you out of guilt, Lia. I'm dating you because I like who you are and I love you." "Why are you just now telling me you love me, Harry? Because of this shit? Are you only saying that so that I'll stay with you?"

"You're turning my words around, Lia. You know none of that is true." 

"How would I know if it's true or not?"