Remember (A Harry Styles Fanfic) (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three

"Harry! Melanie! Where've you been? You totally missed an awesome game of muddy dodgeball," Ed calls, walking over to us with the boys, Bellissa, and a gaggle of giggling girls, all of them covered in mud.

"Well, we just bought Harry a house-" Mel says before I can stop her.

"You what!?" Liam shouts, his face turning purple. He shouted. Liam shouted. He never shouts. I am so dead. Dead, dead, dead.

"Yeah," I say, looking away and trying to sound causal.

"Mate, ya can't do that," Niall says quietly.

"It's already done," I reply, running a hand through my hair.

"Why the HELL would you do that!?" Liam says, shouting again. He swore. He fucking swore. I am deader than dead.

"Mel, when Liam kills me, you get the house and car," I say, 100% serious.

"Sweet! Where do you want your ashes spread?" she asks.

"Melanie!" Liam snaps, "This is no time for joking! How could you let him do this!?" Mel's eyes widen and she steps back, looking terrified.

I step in front of her, blocking her from Liam. I hear the rage boiling in my ears. I need to get it under control before I do something I'll regret.

"Leave her alone, Liam. She didn't know about management's rules," I say evenly. He explodes.

"But that doesn't change the fact that she helped you buy it!" By now, all the Directioners have backed away.

"Liam. Calm the fuck down," I seethe, gritting my teeth.

"No! I will not calm down! Management has very strict rules, and you broke one! And SHE helped you!"

At this point, I grab Melanie's hand and drag her away from a very purple-faced Liam, and five stunned guys, ignoring Liam shouting after us. He would follow us, too, except Zayn and Louis are holding him back.

"Christ, Harry. I thought Liam was the nice one. The kind one. The level-headed one. The sweet one, even," Mel says.

"He usually is. If he's the sweet one, what're the rest of us?" I ask.

"Well Louis' the funny one. Zayn's the mysterious one. Niall's the cute one, and you... ah... um, well..."

"Y... You think Niall's... cute?"

"Well sure. I mean, he's adorable. He's like a big toddler," she babbles and I sigh in relief.

"So what were you saying I am?" She blanches.

"Harry... It doesn't matter."

"No, Melanie. I want to know." She sighs and shakes her head.

"No you don't."

"I do, though. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

"Fine, Harry " she snaps. "You just always have to get your damn way. You're the big flirt. You go around flirting with every damn person, not having a care in the world! Christ, Harry. Some of them are old enough to be your mother!" She slaps her hand over her mouth and her eyes widen. "Oh, Harry... I'm so sorry. It just came out. I wasn't thinking. I-" I cut off her apology.

"That's it, then? You think I'm some dumb flirt?" I say incredulously. "Yeah, I am. I was. After my mum died, I slept around. I did. I was just so empty, and I needed to fill it somehow. But then I met Clarity. She was beautiful, kind, sweet, funny, and compassionate. We were madly in love. Christ, I thought she was the one. We went out for almost a year, and you know what fucking happened? She died. Just like my mother. They both left me. And I... I tried so hard to join them, and end the pain, but I... I just couldn't do it.... That was a year ago. I was so crushed, and I started sleeping around again. So yes, Melanie. I'm a big old, not to be trusted flirt of a player and you should just stay away. Watch out, Yorkshire, 'cause Harry's on the loose."