On Our Own

Pizza

*Harry'a POV*

I had to call management.

It rang twice before someone answered. "Hello One Direction management is speaking."

"Hello. It's Harry."

"Oh hello Harry. What do you need?"

"Um I really don't want Audrey as a girlfriend. I have someone else."

"Well I'm sorry Harry. Nothing can be done. You will have to let her go. Your life is with Audrey now."

"No! I can't. I don't want to be with her! I want to me with a better girl. One who I actually love!"

"Harry, look, I'm sorry but what's done is done and there isn't anything you can do to change that. We have the press already talking about it. You guys are going to stay together at least eight months." I hung up. I couldn't listen to him any longer.

"It has to last at least eight months." I said turning around to Layla. "Can you go eight months?"

"Yes I told you that."

"I am so sorry Layla." I sat down next to her.

"Don't be. Everything is okay." She hugged my arm. She couldn't look me in the eyes and tell me everything was okay. I knew it wasn't. I was stuck with Audrey for two more months while the girl I loved went to the hospital because of it. I couldn't go eight months with out Layla.

"Layla, maybe we shouldn't talk for a while. Time will go bye quicker. I am so sorry for all of this. It isn't fair for any of us. Just two or so months." She got up and left. Didn't say a word. Just left.

...

*two months later*

*Layla's POV*

We hasn't talked in two months. Occasionally we would text but I was out of his life.

I was bored. I needed to talk to someone. Of course Niall and Baylee were together. They made it official a week or so ago and they spent every minute together.

I figured I would text Harry. After all he said we might be able to talk. He did say two months or so.

TO: Harry

I really miss you Harry. Please talk to me again. I'm tiered of being alone.

I immediately or a text from Harry.

FROM: Harry

It has been two months I guess lets have a secret dinner okay?

TO: Harry

Sure :D 7? can't wait to see you!

I went and took a shower. I had gotten used to the coldness.

Once I was done I dried off and put on a black lacy shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I curled my hair. I looked at the time 6:45. He would be here soon. I sat down and played on my phone.

I heard a knock on the door. I opened it. "Harry!" I yelled jumping on him. "Layla. I've missed you! A lot actually!" Come on let's go eat.

We drove in Harry's car. We went to his house and ordered pizza. We sat around and watched some movies till the pizza came.

*buzz

I grabbed my phone and read it.

FROM: Dylan

Hey we really need to talk! Like now! I'll be at your place at 9

I could tell Harry. He would freak out. I would just go and see what he wanted. Wait was he here? In London?

The door bell rang and I flinched

"Calm down its just food!" He gave the person the money and we sat down on the floor and ate the pizza.

I looked at the time 8:44. "Hey Harry. As much as I don't want to I don't feel good. Can you take me home?" I felt really bad.

"I guess." He got up and grabbed his phone. I hoped in his car and we went back to the house I was staying at.

"Thank you Harry. Can we do this again tomorrow?"

"Um. I have an interview tomorrow. I'm so sorry. How about breakfast?"

"Um sure! Text me!" I waved and he left. Now I needed to talk to Dylan.

A car pulled up in my driveway. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

A broad shouldered guy walked up. He was muscular. "Hi, Dylan."

"Okay look I know I messed up." He lifted my shirt and looked at my scar. I pulled my shirt back down. "Look please take me back. I really love you and I am so sorry for what I did. Really I am!"

I saw head lights come towards the house. Whoever it was, was going fast. I saw a man come up to us. As he got closer I could see a figure. "Harry?!" I called out. Then I saw a fist his Dylan in the cheek. And again. And again.

"Harry please stop! Please!" I screamed trying to get him up. I finally did and I took him inside.

"Harry?! What was that?!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't let him hurt you. I still love you." He turned around and left. I went over to Dylan. He had hobbled over to his car. I went to my bed and closed my eyes.

(A/N I don't have much to say but INTENSE comment what you think might happen! I am curious!

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