You're the Apple to my Pie {|Harry Styles Love Story|}

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

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*Harry's POV*

It has been two weeks now and everyone on twitter is sending me loads of hate. They're saying how cruel I am to break Heather's heart, but it wasn't even my fault, yet Julia keeps saying it is. No matter how many times I give my side of the story, no one believes me. 

"She kissed me," I protest in an interview.

"Sure, Harry, sure," the interviewer would say condescendingly leaving me about to cry on stage in front of a ton of viewers. 

I run backstage and pick up my phone from the counter it was lying on in my private dressing room. I dial Julia's phone number. I need to get this straightened out.

"Styles! I knew you would come crawling to me sooner or later," Julia greets through the phone.

"I need to talk to you. Meet me at Starbucks," I instruct. "I'm still in Miami."

"Ok, Styles. You want me back, don't you?" she responds.

"I wouldn't bet on it," I conclude the conversation and hang up the phone. I grab my jacket and race out the door. I head to Starbucks where Julia was already waiting.

"Styles!" she exclaims and skips over to me. She plants a kiss on my cheek and I push her away. I use my sleeve to wipe her lipstick off my face. 

"No," I scold and she just giggles. Gosh, this girl is freaking annoying.

We take a seat near the back corner and she smiles. "You wanted to talk to me," she states and leans in closer to me. I can smell her perfume and that means she's way too close. I pull my chair out a little to get away from her as much as I can.

"Julia, you need to tell the public the truth of what happened," I demand.

"I don't think that's going to happen, Styles. Isn't this just juicy? The magazines are making money off of this which means you're helping someone. Doesn't that bring a smile to your face?" she asks and somehow tries to make this sound positive.

"No! I lost the one girl who I truly love. She's mad at me and won't speak to me. And it's all your fault," I respond not getting trapped by her again.

"It sure brings a smile to my face for obvious reasons," she simply states.

"You're ruining my life," I sit back in my seat clearly frustrated.

"Styles, I miss you. I want you back so badly," she simply explains and takes my hand. I pull it away quickly. "Do you know how much it hurts me when you reject me like this?"

"It's because I'm famous, isn't it?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Oh, no," she begins. "I truly love you."

"No. Just please tell people the truth!" I command.

"Styles, if people know I lied, my life is ruined," she simply states and sits back in her seat.

"You've ruined my life," I snap.

"Better you than me," she mumbles and I get angry.

"If you're not going to tell the public the truth then..." I trail off trying to find something threatening.

"Then what? I've got the public eating out of the palm of my hand. They won't listen to you," she responds and I know she's right.

"Where is your boyfriend you told the public about?" I ask smirking. I hope I struck a nerve or found her weakness. That would be just great. I would be able to get Heather back. I want her back more than anything.