Rule Number One

Chapter Nineteen- The Break

“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” 

― Frank Herbert

Harry's POV-

"One last time," I begged as I stood at the entryway of Brooklyn's tiny apartment. Tomorrow I was going to be leaving on tour and I probably wouldn't see her for several months. It hurt to think about it. Ever since that night Brooklyn had been drunk, we had been hooking up practically anytime we could. 

I couldn't even call it hooking up anymore. I was seeing Brooklyn whether we admitted it or not. But tonight was the official end of our unofficial relationship. I had my tour and Brooklyn had school and dance.

Us dating at this time just wouldn't work, and I could tell our relationship if it ended would end badly. Even though I cringed at the thought of Brooklyn being with anyone else, I would rather have her as a friend then as just another ex-girlfriend.

"Okay," She sighed giving in to my demands.

I grinned at her like a chesire cat and attacked her with my mouth for one final time. The kiss was filled with so much passion and desparation. I wanted to tell her so much, but I just couldn't find the words. So instead I showed her with that final kiss.

When we broke apart I could see the tears streaming down Brooklyn's face. I wiped them away with my thumb and rested my forehead against her. "I'm gonna facetime you and text you whenever I can okay? I have a break before the North American tour and I'm gonna be heading over here. It's only going to be four months and I will see you before you know it," I assured her.

She nodded clearly still upset, "I'm sorry that things between us didn't work out. I wish I had told you how I felt the moment I knew I liked you."

"Maybe we can try having a relationship when I tour America. It will be during the summer and you could come tour with us or something," I suggested trying to say anything that would make her happy again.

She shook her head, "I don't know Harry. There is so many things that could go wrong if we dated. Our friendship is so fragile already, I don't know if I could do it."

"Just think about it." I said and she nodded. We stood there wrapped in eachothers arms enjoying one last moment of bliss before I left. After a while I broke the silence, "Promise me one thing, okay?"

"Anything," she replied.

"Don't forget us, as in you and I. As in the way I make you feel. If you find a new guy, just don't forget about me," I murmured. I was going to be gone for four whole freaking months and I knew a girl like Brooklyn probably won't stay single for long. It made me uneasy thinking about it. She's a catch and I'm sure the guys would be all over her. I just hoped she would still have feelings for me when I returned. I honestly planned on asking her to come on tour with me for the summer and giving this relationship thing a chance.

After a moment she responded, "I could never forget this. No matter what I promise I won't."

Four Months Later

Brooklyn's POV-

I sighed as I looked over articles of Harry with some girl at a club. Over the past few months Harry had been seen with numerous girls, but I knew most of them hadn't been true. Harry had even confirmed it for me on one our countless calls. One of them that had been true was his two month relationship with Taylor Swift that had just ended. 

That one hurt to think about. Whenever he would talk about her when they had been dating on facetime he would blush and grin like an idiot and it killed me to watch him do that. I mean I was a fan of her and all but I still had feelings for Harry no matter what I told myself.

One time Harry, knowing I was a fan, had Taylor facetime with me. She had been sweet about it and was really nice. Especially since she knew that Harry and I had been a thing at one point this year. But she knew that we were just friends now. Just friends. That's all we would ever be and I hated thinking like that.

Sure at first Harry had been adament about trying to have a relationship during his North American tour, but after he started dating Taylor talk like that clearly had stopped. Even after he broke up with Taylor he never mentioned it again to me. That kind of made me mad. Here he was stringing me along with empty promises, when all of it was bullshit. He never meant any of it. He probably didn't even like me anymore. One thing I hated was that I still really liked him. Scratch that, I loved him. I know that sounds really stupid considering I had only known him for about 6 months, but I knew deep down I did. His very name shook me to my very core. He made me feel things no other guy had made me feel before, Heath included.

I had only seen Harry once in the four months since he left. On one of his short breaks from the tour he had flown down to LA to see me in my ballet performance. I had been touched by it.  He had only been able to stay for a day and we just spent the time catching up and talking. It had been nice, but I knew deep down I had been a bit disappointed he hadn't tried to kiss me at all. Not even once. The press had been all over it. Articles about our 'relationship' were all over the tabloids again.

One thing that did make me happy was that Harry never stopped wearing his dogtag necklace I had given him for his birthday. He wore it almost every single day. Sure there had been countless articles about it trying to find who had given it to him, but they never found out it was me. Some people thought it might have been, but others swore Taylor had given it to him which really pissed me off. 

Harry and I texted almost every single day and facetimed once or twice a week. I even still texted Louis and Niall. I hadn't really talked to Liam or Zayn that much but that was just because I wasn't very familiar with Liam and Zayn for some reason didn't seem keen to talk to me. Even when Harry would show me the guys on facetime from his phone Zayn would awkwardly say hello and not speak at all after that most of the time. Harry said to not mind him, because he had been kind of down for the past few months about some girl he had been seeing who broke up with him because of the distance.

It wasn't like I hadn't been seeing anyone. I had dated a few guys here and there but there hadn't been any long term relationships. Not when I still had someone else in my heart. To be honest I was kind of pissed off at Harry by the end of the four months. That little twit had stolen my heart and was dangerously close to breaking it. There was nothing I could do to fix it.

When his european tour ended he headed back to Holmes Chapel and had spent a week with his family. After that he was heading down to LA for a little until the North American tour started. So here I was waiting in the car at the airport parking garage for Harry to arrive.

He texted me a couple of days ago explaining the plan for today. He was going to arrive shortly after 1o'clock and head out the back of the airport to avoid any nosy paparazzi and walk clear around the airport to meet me at my car. I was going to drive him over to his hotel where he could drop his bags off and from there the next few days were ours.

I was wearing a purple laced floral tank top tucked into my high waisted demin shorts and a white cardigan. My hair was down and in it's natural wavy state (Harry had once told me that my natural hair was his favorite). I had on my grey converse and a little makeup. I'm not going to lie, I had really tried hard on my apperance that day. I was just sort of hoping Harry would be wowed by my apperance and it would erase any of his doubts about being with me. But I knew Harry wasn't like that. He didn't just like a girl for her looks. He liked her for her personality, her traits, her everything. 

I anxiously tapped on the steering wheel humming to a country song playing on the radio. After a few minutes I heard a tap on the window and turned my head to see Harry Styles standing there at the side of my car. I grinned and eagerly got out of the car to hug him.

As I pulled him in for a tight embrace he rested his head on my shoulder. "God I missed you," he mumbled sighing happily.