Material Girl (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Twenty Three

Enjoy;)! (and don't hate Prim pls)

"Maybe Maxine was right and what I'm doing is wrong" I thought as I sat on a bus making my way towards The Wire to meet my friends. and Harry.

Maxine was a terrible friend, terrible person and the worst adviser alive; that was true. But for once in her life she was being sincere and not entirely a hypocrite, and although she had to use the harsh way of communication, Maxine was actually right about me and Harry. He wasn't mine, he was Marcie's if we had to classificate him as a possesion, and I was playing with fire from a long time so in less than 48 hours ago, I felt it burn.

I was meditating it not because Maxine said and all that she said was like a prayer to me. In fact, in the majority of the opportunities Maxine tried to give me life advise I ignored them because generally she considered drinking and partying away her responsibilities was the most clever choice between all the possible options that led to a solution. But I happened to agree with her and realised Harry and I liked each other, a step further than lust or a simple temporal desire, I was really connected to him although I fought with it but what I had done was the wrong way to pull our feelings towards each other off.

And I was thinking that when I crossed the door of that pub and saw Harry sitting on a stool so giddy and complete, I'd run to him and stamp a kiss on his lips like I owned them, like I owned him, just like I wanted. Everyone would see that we were together and wonder what happened to the tall sexy girl who he was linked with for the last 7 months and in her place they'd see a smaller version of a brunette without the exotic tan and the double D's, sitting on his lap and drinking from his glass.

But things resulted way different than what my mind had fabricated.

As soon as I walked through the door of the crowded pub, my knees began shaking and I got nervous, I hadn't seen Harry then but when that happened, I just lost it.

He was there, sitting on a stool around the bar where Maggie juggled with vodka and gin bottles like they were cotton balls, Niall sat two chairs away mesmerised by his almost-girlfriend and clapped at her show. Harry payed attention but then turned back to his pair of girl friends, Bonnie and Jazz who exchanged knowing glances and simmilar smiles as they talked to Harry.

And then there was him. Lights around him like a christmas tree, the beautiful genetically inherited dents on each corner of his mouth as he smiled not to someone but to an specific moment and it seemed like everything in his life was so perfectly together while in my head mine seemed to crumble. When he saw me from the distance his eyes lit up like the rest of his appearance, his unconsistent grin changed to a permanent side smile as I walked step by step towards him, my fingers playing with each other in my own reaction to nerves.

It was the first time I felt wrong for making him smile, counting that it made me sigh alone, I strived to make things right just to let an impulse change what id done.

I approached and right when I was in front of him my words hitched in my throat as soon as he looked up and took my hand in his with a grin sprawling.

"How are you?" He asked so naturally, like he waited for so long to do that.

"G-good" I nodded, swallowing thickly.

The next thing I'd do in my parallel world fantasy would be grab the neck of his shirt roughly and kiss the hell out of his lips but in real world I was so scared to stare too long on that area, or to his eyes like he was Medusa. Instead of converting me to stone he'd make me fall into his arms.

"I'm glad" He replied with a nod.

"Hi girls" I hugged each Bonnie and Jazz while thinking how I could start a serious conversation with him.