Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

.29

//addicted to you / avicii //

"Lia, you're just not making enough time for me!" He shouts as he paces across his bedroom floor and I sit on the edge of his bed.

"What do you want me to do, Harry? I can't help it!" I yell back.

"I don't know, make time for me? That might help," He says loudly in a sarcastic tone. 

"I can't just up and quit everything. I have a job, I have to help with yearbook, I have to help with the Library, I can't just drop this stuff. I told you when I signed up to help with all of this. You should've tried to stop me then." I explain.

"Well, I guess I made a mistake." He stops pacing. "You just don't have time for me, Lia. It's very obvious." He says.

"You can't be serious, Harry. I spend every weekend with you, isn't that better than nothing?"

"No, it's not! You don't even stay up with me on the phone anymore!"

"Well, excuse me for needing sleep! You're being ridiculous." I argue back.

"No, I'm not. What's ridiculous is this relationship and how you can't make enough time for your boyfriend." He looks at me.

"No, it's ridiculous that my 'boyfriend' is being this selfish while I try to spend time with him but weekends apparently isn't good enough. Sorry, but I thought that was better than nothing." I yell.

"Well, it's not. I guess we both just don't have any time for each other with me working and you working and helping out with school. I guess it just won't work out!" He says loudly but more calmly.

"I'm too scared of commitment, Lia. Where we've gotten so far is just too much for me. I'm not used to this and I can't do it anymore." 

"Are you saying this is over?"

"I guess I am."

I laugh and stand from the edge of his bed as I look at Harry with his arms folded over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed as he sighs. 

"Good," I say as I begin to feel tears rushing over my cheeks and I quickly walk out of his house, avoiding any contact with his sister or mother.

I slam the door to my car as I push the key in the ignition and drive to Tate's house.

...

"You know, I thought he really liked you but I guess not. This is ridiculous for him to break up with you over something so stupid," Tate says as I sit at the edge of his bed with him.

"I know. It makes me so mad, like I can't help I am too busy for him but I usually try to see him in the evenings whenever I'm not working or helping with school or doing any kind of school work but he's usually working around then and I guess it is true that we were too busy to make time for each other but we were texting each other during the day and seeing each other on the weekends. Shouldn't that be better than not seeing him at all?" I say as I wipe the tears falling on my cheeks and sigh.

"I guess not. He's not worth your tears though, Lia bug." Tate says as he calls me the nickname he had given me years ago and hasn't called me that since. I laugh lightly at the nickname. "I know it's just things were going so good two weeks ago," I say referring to the cabin and the morning before school and Harry and I had spent more time together two weeks ago.

If Tate knew that Harry and I had sex and then Harry called it off two weeks after he took my virginity then he would probably be more furious than me just because that's how Tate is. He's always been so protective over me because we've been friends for so long. He's so much like family to me and I can always count on Tate for anything that's why I'm here with him today.

"Do you want any food or anything? We can go to Taco Bell," He says.

"I'd rather have Chick-fil-a," I say as I rub my nose.

"Well, lets go." He says and stands as he takes my hands and pulls me with him, through his house and in his car.

"At least let me buy your food, you've been crying the entire way here." Tate says as I give him a small smile and put my purse back in the floor of the passenger seat in Tate's car.

Tate ordered the two of us Strawberry Milkshakes and two large waffle fries as he parked in the parking lot and we dip our fries in the milkshake and ate them whilst sitting in his car. 

My phone began to ring as Olivia's name popped up and I answered it, sounding stuffy like, as if I was sick. "Hello?" I say.

"Hey, where are you?" She asks.

"With Tate at Chick-Fil-A, why?" I ask.

"Oh, I seen your car at Tate's when I was leaving my house and then I just passed Chick-Fil-A and saw you two in the driveway," She rambles as I then see in the passenger mirror a white car just like Olivia's pull in the parking lot beside us as I sit my milkshake in the cup holder in the center of us and wipe under my eyes then roll my window down.

"I should've known you two would be-" Olivia starts as she looks at me. "What's wrong?" 

I sigh and say, "Harry and I broke up." She slouches her shoulders and apologizes to me. I then see River sitting next to her as she looks at me and then takes out her phone as she begins to type away, I wonder to who..

"River said theres a killer party tonight, would that make you feel better?" She asks as I think about the liquor running through my veins. That would be better than sitting at home on a Friday night crying my eyes out which is what I planned on doing.

"Probably, but I don't feel like going home and getting dressed." I say as Olivia offers to give me a makeover and that I could borrow he