Simon's Secret (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 17

  Harry was laying on his bed looking peaceful when I came into the room, but his eyes were wide open. I slowly entered his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. He didn't even glance at me. I took a deep breath, then pulled my legs up onto the bed and sat cross-legged, facing him.

  "Harry," I sighed, "I really am sorry. It just all happened so fast - I don't even remember how the fight started. What I do remember, though, is that I used to get in fights every week. Ever since I've been hanging around you and the boys, I haven't gotten in one. It's been nearly two months, Harry. And it's all thanks to you."

  He sat up suddenly, scoffing, "Is that an accusation? Look, if I'm getting in the way of you're fighting life, you go ahead and leave-"

  "It's not an accusation, Harry!" I interrupted. Tears began to well in my eyes as I continued, "It's a thank-you. If this one little fight that doesn't even involve you makes you think like that, though, maybe I should leave."

  I stood up, wiping at my eyes, and began to exit our hotel room. I had almost made it to the door when I felt his warm hand catch my wrist. When I turned around, I saw that his eyes were as red as I imagined mine were.

  "Al, that's not what I meant. Don't leave. I just... I can't understand why you'd get in a fight over something so silly. That's just not who you are."

  "Is that what you think?" I asked. "Is that honestly what you believe? Because if it is, Harry Styles, then you do not know me at all. You know nothing of my past, and it's not fair that you're judging me on what you thought it might be. Let go of me, right now." His hand dropped from mine and I flung the door open.

  I heard Harry try to say something, but I slammed the door behind me and took off sprinting down the hall. I was already at the elevator by the time I heard him calling after me again. He yelled something like "Where are you going?" but I ignored him and stepped into the elevator.

  When I made it to the lobby, I just ran out through the front door. This time I wasn't going to go to a coffee shop. Instead, I hurried around the corner of the building to where the parking lot was. I leaned against the wall, then slowly slid down it as I felt tears finally slipping out of my eyes. I pulled up my legs to my chest, resting my hands on my knees and burrying my head in them, all while keeping my back to the wall.

  I tried to keep my sobs quiet as I sat miserably against the hotel. I was so mad - not just at Harry, but at the rest of the boys, my father, and the girl at Starbucks. None of them understood me or ever would.

  They had never even tried to understand. Each of them had taken up a side that was against me, and they weren't going to listen to a word I said. Aside from Louis, no one seemed to get that I hadn't just been fighting pointlessly.

  I wasn't only sitting out by a bunch of cars and sobbing because I was mad, though. I realized that I was also upset - hurt, even. Niall had called me Alexandra like he meant to hurt me with my name. It had worked. Harry had told me to leave because he wouldn't listen, wouldn't give me a chance to speak.

  My thoughts moved on to the interview with Ellen today. It felt like it had happened an eternity ago, but it was just that afternoon that the world had found out who I really was. The world including five boys who I was now very close to.

  Niall was the only one who seemed to be angry about the news, but I hadn't really had a chance to talk to the rest of them. Ever since the beans were spilled, my dad had called and texted me over thirty times. I had ignored each and every one of the messages. He would just yell and tell me that I had done something wrong.