I Didn't Expect This (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Staying

I braided my hair as I sat infront of my vanity. My eyes stared back blankly at me as I fnished tying it of. Sighing, I glanced down and started picking up the scattered make-up supplies on the counter. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, as I glanced at my phone, hoping I'd have some message awaiting my reply. But sadly no.

My heart clentched as I caught myself wishing it would have been Hazz, my curly-haired cutie. Patting down my long  skirt, I rolled my eyes at how pathetic I was acting.

He tried contacting me. He really did. I was showered by constant phonecalls and text messages. Some of them  were simply sweet statting different variations of 'I miss you'. Others were pleas from him trying to get me to explain myself. He wanted the reassurance from me that what we had over the summer wasn't just a gasme. He didn't want to believe that was the truth. And truthfully speaking, neither did I...

But most of all , he cosntantly just wanted "us" to work out. He stated countless times that the distance didn't matter. That he'd loved the same. It would somehow magically work out.

But since the calls just went straight to voicemail and the texts were left unanswered, he stopped. For the past weeks now, my phone hadn't buzzed once. Maybe the occasional message from mum but nothing more.

I regretted my actions. I did. i wished I could just run into his arms again so he ould hold me like he did every other night. Let his fingers run through my hair as he sprinkled kisses all over my face. Always finishing of with whispering sweet nothings in my ear as the summer breeze went by us.

But how could i? How could I even show my face to him after the lame goodbye I gave him? What was I even supposed to say? And most importantly, how could I, after all this time, tell him that on that fateful day...the moment I walked through that door, I was informed that we would be staying permanently here in the UK and I hadn't told him?

There was no way I could speak to him. He would hate me. I can just  imagine his reaction. His eyebrows would be furrowed in concentration trying to process the information. His eyes would be scrunched as he studied my facial expression, his eyes clouded with disbelief. His lips would be oursed as if he were to utter some word. And then his mind would fully take in what I said and his expression would change. He woukld stiffen up and avert his gaze. He would clench his jow and I can imagine irritation seeping into his bieng. He'd run frustrated hands through his hair, and regard me with those piercing green eyes. It would be a silent reproach for not telling him sooner. 

I-I just wasn't prepared for that. Not now or ever. I'd just have to  plet Harry be part of my past and move on. Make myself believe it was a silly little school girl crush. I probably wouldn't ever see him again anyways.

"Honey, come on. You'llbe late on your first day if you don't hurry."

Mum called from the living room and that snapped me out of my thoughts. Quickly, I stood up and grabbed my school bag, shoving all the materials I'd need inside. Hitching it up on my shoulder, I began to walk out the door by the hallway mirror caught my attention. Looking at my reflection, I looked decent. Everything was as perfect as it could be. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and tried giving myself a reassuring smile. I wanted to make myself believe that everythign was going to be alright even if deep down inside I'd didn't think so one bit.

"Megan!"

Whipping my head towards the door, I saw my mother tapping her foot impateintly, waiting for me to come outside aready. Letting out a sheepish grin, I grabbed my coat and walked out into the chilly September morning.