"It's good to be back home!" I stretched my arms.
"It sure is." Harry smirked his traditional smirk. He was damn beautiful. He grabbed my waist, kissing me. "Could you guys get a room already? Holy shit, your like disgusting." Gemma said, walking past us in my driveway. "Fuck off Gemma." Harry said, kissing me again.
Gemma sighed loudly, pushing past us to greet my mom. "Gemma! Good to see you! You look so beautiful! Where's Skylor?" My mom hugged Gemma in my doorway. "She's too busy snogging my brother to come see you."
"Shut up!" I said, shoving her to hug my mom. "Hi mom." I breathed in her familiar scent, vanilla and cinnamon. "Hi baby." She gave me a bone crunching hug. I hugged back, "Mom I was gone for a week, not a year. I can't... Breath." She let go and kissed my cheek. "I know, I just missed you." I chuckled, and walked past her into my house, dropping my bag on the floor.
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"I'm going to get the popcorn. I'll be right back." Harry stood up and exited the theater. I had to use the bathroom, so I followed him out the door.
As I walked out of the bathroom I noticed Harry talking with a girl, about 18. Her short blonde hair was pulled back into a tousled bun, and her green eyes shining. I stood there watching them laughing, confused and hurt. After watching him kiss her cheek, I went back into the theater and sat down, my head reeling.
"Hey babe, I'm back." Harry put the popcorn between us, grabbing a handful. I stayed silent keeping my eyes on the screen.
"That was a good movie." Harry said while trying to get us out of the throng of people that were currently leaving the cinema. Harry tried to grab my hand, but I went to fix my hair instead. He looked at me confused, but I stared at the ground.
I was silent the whole car ride home, not answering any of Harry's questions or comments.
Getting home, I walked ahead of him into my room, closing the door. A minute later he came in, looking mad. "Okay, what's up? You've been acting weird since the movie?" He huffed, raking his hand through his hair. "It's just I don't like being cheated on!" I yelled, louder than necessary.
Harry looked baffled, "what are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes. "That blonde you were talking to? And that kiss? I saw that." His expression softened, "Oh, you mean that. She was just-" "Kissing all over you! And you didn't try to stop her! Harry, I thought you loved me?" My voice broke at the end, tears spilling.
"Sky, I do love you! Let me explain!" He was looking at me so sweetly. "Harry, I think you should go. Maybe we should take a break." I turned away from him, not able to look him in the face. "Skylor-" Harry started, but I cut him off, "Just go."
"I love you." He said quietly, and sadly as my door clicked. "I love you too." I wept quietly to myself.
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I was in my bed crying and watching The Notebook. I don't understand why I can't have a relationship like Noah and Ally. I thought I did, but turns out I don't.
While I was wallowing, I heard music playing from outside, and recognize it as mine and Harry's song. Slowly, the song kept getting louder. Sighing, I pulled back the covers and went to my window. I opened it, and my mouth fell open, at what I saw.
Harry was playing guitar on my lawn, surrounded by candles, and white roses strewn across the grass. My favorite flowers. I slammed my window shut, and pulled on clothes. I ran down the stairs, and out the door into Harry's arms.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned. "I'm here to explain to you that I love you, and would never cheat on you." He pushed a piece of hair from my face, and said "That girl you saw me with today, was my cousin. I love you Skylor. Please take me back?" He pleaded, eyes watering. "We were never apart. I really don't think i could handle it, and I'm sorry. I love you" I kissed him passionately, and combed my fingers through his hair. "Don't be sorry, i should have explained better. And I KNOW we couldn't handle it." He whispered pressing his forehead to mine.
I really did have a relationship like Noah and Ally's. Maybe even a better one.
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Things I Can't [A Harry Styles Fanfiction]
Fanfiction"'Happily ever after...' We've all heard these words before, right? Well let me tell you that happily ever afters don't exist in the real world. Let me take you back in time, it was the summer of 1985. We were 16, and Hair was big, but my friendsh...