MJ’s POV:
“I’ll fetch Harry,” I say placing our shopping on the table
“And where Harry is Louis will be” she says “Tell him I need to speak to him” I nod, and make my way up the stairs.
Harrys room is empty, the doors open, but he’s not there. The rest of the guys left early this morning, Zayn, Niall and Liam, went for a causal outing by the beach. I wonder if Louis and Harry decided to tag along to.
All the boys doors are open except one, one’s closed, Louis bedroom. I think about getting EL, to go in but instead I knock softly at it “We are back” I say as I knock, I almost say home, I shake my head. No answer, the door squeaks as I open it, and step in. And there standing in front of me is Harry and Louis, lips locked together, my heart hits the floor, they bounce apart, wide-eyed and stunned.
“What’s going on?” I demand, I ask the question but I don’t want to know the answer.
I shuffle quickly out of the room, fly down the stairs in a daze, EL looks up
“What’s up?”
She asks looking at me, holding her new piece of clothing to her chest,
“Louis” I manage to get out “Harry”
She looks at me “Yea hun?” she asks, she brushes the dress with the palm of her hand admiring it,
“They were” I begin, tears well in my eyes, I look at the lovely pattern of her dress, trying to think of something else
“They were what?” EL demands seeing me close to tears, seeing me shake all over,
“They were” I try again to say it again and again I fail, I shake my head trying to push the scene out.
Harry and Louis stumble in wide-eyed, confused and shocked. Harry glances at me, Louis glances at EL.
“What did you just do?” she demands at Louis, she looks angry, very furious, she throws the dress down on to the table, and looks him straight in the eyes, he looks her straight in the eyes
“Nothing” Louis lies, his glance slides from her face to the dress thrown on the table,
“Harry” EL looks at him, he looks at her for a split moment, and his face slips from hers.
She doesn’t need to ask again, she’s got her answer, and I’ve got mine.
I rush out to the garden, and cry, and cry. I was stupid for thinking someone famous would like me, would have feelings, and fall in love. I was stupid, and look, flat on my face again, again. Stupid first love, first failure, first fault, and me stupid me. Wake up, I tell myself. Wake up, and get out, get away again, and stay away. Stop crawling back, stop hopping, stop wishing that it will all be calm and blow right over, admit this time it won’t.
Harry steps out into the garden, he searches the garden for me, and he wipes his mouth, wiping Louis lips of his. Yuck. I think bitterly yuck and sick.
“I’m…” he begins
“I don’t want to hear it Harry, you’ve done it this time” I say, I wipe tears from my cheeks, and my heart still races a mile every moment,
“But I’m…” he tries to say
“I’m not up to hearing it Harry” I say, I avoid looking him in the eyes, it hurts too much, to think of what just happened.
“I…” He says
“Yes Harry” I say thinking he needs a few last sentences before I completely walk out.
“I…” he says and realises then I haven’t cut him off “I was stupid” I could add something to that but let him go on “I shouldn’t have allowed Louis to kiss me, he got me of guard, I wasn’t thinking”
“Larry is true isn’t it?” I ask, I try not to say it in a demanding way,
“I can’t say” he admits, he looks to the gravel
“Well tell me one thing, why an earth would you kiss Louis if it wasn’t?” I demand this time
Anger takes me over, swells inside me, I let it out in the way I speak,
“Harry” I say, he looks up at me, “I’m going, goodbye”
His face falls, not what he wanted to hear, but its not what I wanted to see or feel either, both of us are losing.
“But your everything to me” he says
“Don’t give me that Harry,” I say to him I glance at him angrily,
“You’ve brightened up my life up,” he tells me
“I don’t want to hear it,” I argue,
“Your so sweet to me so understanding” he says
“Not this time” I shot him a look, a stop it look, but his face sends a look back I won’t stop until you agree to stay, and listen,
“I know you’re to good for me” he admits
“Your right Harry, for once your right, and I’m to young… I’m to” I trail of wondering what else I am,
“Hot” he offers, I shot him another look, a stop flirting with me look,
“I’m to long gone for you” I say to him, I get off the sit and stand up,
He takes my hand in his.
“MJ” he says softly, “Don’t do this?” I look up at him
“Why not?” I demand gently, I breathe and swallow, and try to make sense of it all,
“Cause you mean more to me then anything” he says, I try to find a bit of a lie in his sentence, I can’t find anything not even a hint of a lie. I shiver, I can’t stay, and I know I shouldn’t.
“Harry” I take my hands back from his, and I watch his face slide, as my hands slide from his
“Weren’t something before, we weren’t ever friends cause you had other ideas, and before I caught you with your lips locked on Lou’s I thought it was mutual, I wanted it to be mutual, but I know I’m kidding myself, and I feel let down, and lost so Harry the best thing for both of us is to move right on”
Harry tries to hug me, he tries to take my hands in his, he tries to hide the pain my words have caused him, he tries to rush after me, and talk to me. But, I can’t be hurt again. I turn from him and make me way to the granny flat alone to think about the next stage.
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He Is Something, He's Just Famous (HS,LP<) +Bk3 (Completed)
FanfictionIn He Is Something, He’s Just Famous, sequel to I Thought I Meant Something and to I Thought We Were Something, Mary-Joy H of Australia and Harry Styles of One Direction, are now quite close, And friendships are being built with Niall, Zayn, Liam...
