What just happened? You can't leave it like that! I need to know her response—are they together? What's going on?
Those are exactly the questions I anticipated. I have answers to some of them, but there are others I'm still wondering about myself.
Nope, we're not together. And yes, I know the follow-up question is, "Why not?" To be honest, I'm kind of in two minds about that myself. So much has happened in such a short time that I'm still trying to catch up and make sense of it all. If we're going to do this, I don't want to be half-hearted about it. I want to dive in completely, not just dip my toes in. So, I told him I need some time to sort through my own stuff before being able to jump into a relationship or make any rational decisions.
So, Harry and I are back to keeping our distance and sticking to being just friends—indefinitely for now = until I get my shit together.
[July 19th, 2016]
Harry and I are out for dinner, sharing one of those easy conversations that always makes us laugh. The food is incredible, and the atmosphere is relaxed.
"So you're telling me that you had a dream about Jennifer Aniston and then woke up and broke up with your girlfriend?" I laugh, raising my glass of water to my mouth.
He leans back in his chair with a smurk smile."She wasn't really my girlfriend, but yeah, I broke things off," he takes a sip of his wine while looking in my eyes. My knees go weak as they always do when he looks at me.
"That's crazy!" I laugh again, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Well—" he starts, but a loud voice from the table behind him cuts him off. "That Harry Styles guy, he is the total epitome of wanting fame to get laid."
Harry's smile falters slightly. I see the tension in his jaw as he tries to ignore them. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, feeling a surge of irritation on his behalf.
"Seriously, have you seen how he dresses? It's like he's trying way too hard to be different," another voice adds, followed by a snicker.
"And those interviews he gives? Always so vague and 'mysterious.' It's like, dude, we get it, you're deep," says another, dripping with sarcasm. Harry's fingers tighten around his fork.
"So, what—" I start, trying to steer us back to our earlier topic.
He shakes his head. "No, it's fine. I want to hear what they have to say." He forces a smile, though I can see the effort it's taking to keep his cool.
"Hey, did you hear about that time he supposedly dated that older woman? What's up with that? Trying to live out some kind of weird porno?" one of them continues, the mockery clear. "Or how he's always so 'friendly' with his fans. Bet he's just looking for his next hookup," another chimes in, laughing.
I can't hold back anymore. I turn and glare at the table of guys. "Hey, why don't you mind your own business? You don't know anything about him."
Harry leans toward me, whispering, "Let's go," and starts to rise from his seat.
They look taken back for a moment, but one of them quickly recovers and smirks. "Oh, look, we've got a defender here. You his bodyguard or something?"
I sigh as Harry gently pulls me away with his back turned to the guys so they can't tell it's him. "I'm sorry, I just..." I quipt feeling bad for causing a scene.
"Please don't apologize," he says, cutting me off while he places a hand on my back. "At one point in my life, I would have done the same." he stops walking, thinking for a second before turning around. "Do you know what, fuck it."
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H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
