SIX - One Direction

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The past few months had been a whirlwind of joy, comfort, and unpredictability for Harry and Alex. What had started as an undeniable chemistry—sharp, teasing exchanges and stolen moments that left their friends rolling their eyes—had blossomed into something more profound. Their relationship had become the quiet centre of their chaotic lives. They moved around each other with ease, sharing the simplest parts of their days: the morning cups of tea, late-night conversations about nothing and everything, and the occasional surprise takeaway when neither of them felt like cooking.

Life was simple, or at least as simple as it could be for Harry Styles and Alex Harman. They'd both spent the better part of the last decade living in a spotlight they hadn't exactly asked for, and they found solace in carving out a private world for themselves. There was no big announcement to confirm they were together—no Instagram posts or glossy magazine spreads. Yet the world knew, as it always seemed to. Paparazzi occasionally snapped photos of them strolling through Hampstead Heath, Alex in one of Harry's oversized jumpers, or laughing together over a coffee in Soho. But for the most part, they managed to stay under the radar, preferring their quiet life over the chaos waiting outside their bubble.

One chilly November evening, they were tucked up on Harry's sofa, a throw blanket draped over them. The fireplace crackled softly, filling the room with warmth. Alex had her head resting on Harry's shoulder, a half-empty mug of tea growing cold on the table beside her. Harry's fingers were tangled in her hair, his touch absentminded but soothing.

"I've been thinking..." Alex's voice broke the comfortable silence, her words hesitant.

Harry glanced down at her, the frown that crossed his face almost imperceptible. "What about?"

"About what's next," she murmured, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.

"What do you mean?" he asked, tilting his head to meet her eyes.

"Just... us. Music. All of it," she said softly. "It feels like we're on the cusp of something, but also... like we're nearing the end of something else."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken until now. Harry took a deep breath, considering her words. "I think about it all the time," he admitted, his voice low. "Feels like everything's shifting, doesn't it? Like we're not in control of it, but it's happening anyway."

Alex nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Exactly. It's like... I love where we are now, but I can't shake this feeling that there's more waiting for us. And maybe that means we need to figure out who we are on our own for a bit."

He hesitated, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You're the only thing in my life that feels steady right now," he said after a moment. "Everything else is just... noise."

She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're my steady, too. But maybe that's part of the problem. I've spent so much time figuring out who we are together that I've forgotten who I am alone."

Harry exhaled slowly, the weight of her words settling over him. "You're not alone in that," he admitted. "It's easy to lose yourself when you've always been part of something bigger."

They fell into a contemplative silence, the fire crackling softly as they held each other close. The truth had been spoken, and though it was hard to hear, there was a strange relief in knowing they were on the same page.

The next few days were marked by heavier conversations. Over tea in the mornings or during quiet walks around their neighbourhood, they found themselves talking about the future more than ever. Harry, who'd always been a bit of a dreamer, had started to think seriously about what he wanted his life to look like beyond the music and the fame.

One evening, as they sat on the floor of Alex's flat surrounded by takeout containers, Harry glanced at her. "Do you ever feel like we've just been reacting to life instead of actually living it?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You're getting deep on me tonight, aren't you?"

He smirked, stealing a piece of her naan bread. "I'm serious, though. It's like... we've always been pushed in a direction—by the label, by the fans, by the bloody universe sometimes. But what if we just... stopped for a bit? Took the reins, you know?"

Alex nodded thoughtfully. "I know what you mean. It's like we've been riding this wave, and we've just gone along with it. But now... I think we're ready to figure out what we actually want."

That conversation stayed with them, simmering beneath the surface until Harry suggested they take a day trip out to the countryside. "Fresh air might do us some good," he said. "Clear our heads a bit."

The drive out of London was quiet, the kind of quiet that wasn't uncomfortable but was heavy with unspoken thoughts. As they reached the countryside, the scenery shifted to rolling fields and scattered cottages, the air crisp and clean. They parked the car near a walking path and set off, their hands brushing occasionally as they walked.

It was Harry who broke the silence first. "Do you think we're just holding on because it's what we're used to?"

Alex stopped, turning to face him. "Is that what you think?"

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, I don't think that's all it is. But I do wonder... maybe we need to figure out who we are on our own before we can figure out what we want together."

Her heart ached at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. "You're right," she said softly. "But that doesn't make it any easier, does it?"

He reached for her hands, holding them tightly. "No, it doesn't. But I think we owe it to ourselves to try. To see who we are when we're not leaning on each other all the time."

They walked in silence for a while, the cool breeze carrying the weight of their decision. As the sun began to set, casting the fields in golden light, they found a strange comfort in the beauty around them.

This was goodbye—not forever, but enough to give them the space they needed to grow.

That night, back in the city, they spent their last evening together wrapped up in memories. Harry pulled out his record collection, and they took turns picking songs that held meaning for them.

"Remember this one?" he asked, putting on Electric Feel by MGMT.

Alex laughed, her eyes lighting up despite the sadness that lingered. "Of course I do. You were so nervous that night."

"I was not!" he protested, though his grin gave him away.

"You absolutely were," she teased. "Your hands were shaking. I thought you were going to spill your drink all over me."

"Well, I managed to kiss you without cocking it up, didn't I?" he said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

She smiled, reaching for his hand. "You did alright, I suppose."

As the music played on, they held each other close, savouring the moment. When the night finally came to an end, and they said their goodbyes, it wasn't with anger or regret, but with love.

Because even though they were walking separate paths for now, they knew they'd always carry a part of each other wherever they went.