As It Was (h.s)

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boyfriends
they take you for granted
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Harry's POV
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This is fucking bullshit. I think to myself as I walk out of the Vogue office.

I hated everything about that experience. I hated how she wouldn't just do what she fucking wanted to. I could tell she wanted to kiss me. The way she leaned in slightly and then stopped. She fucking wanted it. I hated how responsible she was. I hated that stupid fucking picture on her desk. I hated the fucking wedding ring on her finger that used to be the promise ring I gave her. I hated the way the sign on her door said Andrews instead of Towns like it did when I last saw it. I hated it all.

Aria Andrews

That doesn't even fucking sound like a name that belongs to her.

The thing I hated the most was that she wasn't mine. That I didn't see her and immediately go to kiss her. That I didn't get to fuck her over that desk or watch her go down on me in the chair as we'd done before. That I didn't get the privilege of calling her mine.

Aria Styles.

That fits her.

I'd never thought about marriage until I met Aria. I knew the second I laid eyes on that fucking woman I wanted to marry her. She's my fucking soulmate whether I'm her's or not. And I don't fucking care how many years it takes, I'm never gonna stop trying with her.

"Have a good day, Harry." The receptionist says as I walk out the door. I nod to her. She's a friend of Arias. I don't remember her name, but I remember her face, and I remember the way Aria talked about her, full of excitement and love like she adores that woman.

"Thank you," I said, and I opened the door to leave.

"Harry! What are you doing back at Vogue?" One asked.

"Harry, over here! Look at my camera!" Another said.

"Harry, are you and Aria Towns back together?"

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

"No we're not back together, excuse me." I tried to push past them, keeping my head down to avoid the flash of the cameras.

I love my job. But I hate this.

I hate this more than I hate the name Andrews on Aria's door.

That's not true.

"Is Aria your rebound? After Olivia-"

"No more questions, please." I say, trying to sidestep around them.

"Are you and Aria going to be attending the party together next weekend-"

"You guys are fucking annoying!" I snap, pushing past them and storming off to my car.

That's the first time I've snapped at pap like that. It's gonna be on national news. Everyone is gonna see it. What the fuck have I done?

They follow me, their questions continuing but I block them out, making a B-like for my car and getting in, locking the doors.

As I pull out of the parking lot I reach for my phone, dialing the person I go to for help with this shit.

"What-" Mitch starts to complain but I cut him off.

"Can I come over?" I ask. "I need to...fuck...I don't know...talk?"

"Ahh, the ever-stoic Harry Styles has feelings. How unfortunate for him. Yeah, come over, Sarah's home though." He tells me.