For the First Time- A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 3 (Part 36)

A.N--- I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR THE SONG LISTED IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!! ENJOY, YOU GUYS!!!!---O.

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(Tess' POV)

I was woken by the tingling sensation of goosebumps creeping across my skin, caused by the open door to the balcony of my bedroom. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the greatest idea for me to disobey Emmett and open it anyway last night, but it was stuffy and I couldn't sleep without a small bit of sound in the room. I could've been taken, or killed, now that there's a possibility of Jax's men being here, hunting me. But I guess I'm alright. I'm here, aren't I?

I sat up and stretched, running a hand through my tangled hair as I yawned. I glanced at the clock, reading 8:46. I threw my long legs over the edge of my queen-sized bed, cracking my back and rubbing my tired eyes. I had no idea when Emmett came home last night, he left around 10:45 after our little spat after he told me he didn't have feelings for me as anything other then a best friend. Then he told me he was protecting me from getting murdered or kidnapped. I was guilty, because I knew I only "like-liked" Emmett because I was hurting, and confused. I had almost used my best friend.

I reached for my phone to find a blue rectangle sitting on the glossy screen, a green sticky not attached. It read 'Play Me :)' I flipped it around and realized it was a flash drive. I pushed myself up from the memory foam and walked to my laptop, set on my desk. I pulled the chair out and flopped into it, yawning again. I logged in and plugged in the flash drive. A moment later, an audio file popped up titled, 'Rough Draft For Tess- Don't Let Me Go.'

Suddenly my heart was in my throat. I scrambled for my Beats in a drawer, plugging them into the computer and placing them carefully over my ears. I double-clicked the file and tapped my fingers loudly against the wood of the desk as music began to play. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut as the forever recognizable rasp of his voice filled my ears.

"Now you were standing there, right in front of me.

I hold on, it's getting harder to breath.

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me,

I never noticed how bright they could be.

I saw in the corner there is a photograph.

No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you.

It lies there alone on it's bed of broken glass.

This bed was never made for two...

I'll keep my eyes wide open.

I'll keep my arms wide open.

Don't let me,

Don't let me,

Don't let me go.

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.

Don't let me,

Don't let me,

Don't let me go.

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone."

Hot tears brimmed my eyes as I listened to heartfelt lyrics. I couldn't believe he had done this for me.

"I promise one day I'll bring you back a star.

I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand, oh.

It seems these days I watch you from afar.

Just trying to make you understand.

I'll keep my eyes wide open, yeah.

Don't let me,

Don't let me,

Don't let me go.

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.

Don't let me,

Don't let me go."

I cupped my mouth, hiding my smile and happy giggles as I cried. His voice was more beautiful then I had remembered.

"Don't let me,

Don't let me,

Don't let me go.

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.

Don't let me,

Don't let me,

Don't let me go.

'Cause I'm tired of being alone.

Don't let me,

Don't let me go.

'Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone."

I looked down at the birds on my wrist as the song ended. I traced their dark shapes as I shuffled and smiled. For the first time since I left, I let my whole self miss Harry Styles. I let ny whole self long to gaze into his emerald eyes. My whole self except the fact that I'm in-

"I see you got the drive." I was yanked out of my thoughts by Emmett. I looked up to find him smirking at me from the doorway.

"Em! Why didn't you give me this sooner?" I said, running to him and playfully punching him in the chest, my cheeks growing rosey from his observation of my emotional overflow.

"He gave it to me last night and you were asleep when I got back." He chuckled, hitting me away.

"You went to see Harry last night? Why the fuck did you do that?" I snapped, growing nervous. Emmett shrugged.

"We just chatted."

He then sauntered away down the hallway, leaving me to myself.

I closed the door and began twiddling my fingers and pacing. I bit at my manicured nails, deciding what to do. After about five minutes of staring at my phone laying on the bed, I let out a grunt and ran to it. I flipping to the H's in my contact list, passing Halle Oswald, my stylist and Harriet Conroy, a friend from a previous photo shoot until I found who I was searching for. I hit dial and pressed the phone to my ear, raising my hand to chew on the knuckle of my pointer finger.

....... Ring........ Ring....... Ring........ "Hullo?" A deep, raspy voice spoke. A lump formed in my throat. I could tell I had woken him. "Hullo?" I realized I hadn't said anything.

"H-Harry? It's... T-Tess..." my voice was shaky, as was my entire body. I heard the muffled sound of him urgently sitting up, the sound of sheets being thrown from his body.

"Tess! Oh m-... H-Hi..." He said, astonished. I had no time for small talk. I had to get t the point before I pussied out.

"Can I come over? Are you at your house?" I asked quickly.

"W-what? N-No." He said, as if he was talking to a dream. I was suddenly disappointed. He was probably with Tisdale... I was about to hang up out of embarrassment, "B-but you can come here if you'd... if you'd like." He said quietly. I nodded then realized I was on the phone.

"Y-yeah. Where?"

"1927 Hemlock Lane. Number 4. It's more private here so we can talk." He explained. I jotted it down on a sheet of paper, biting my lip nervously.

"Okay, Harry. I'll see you soon." I said and hung up abruptly. I threw my phone into the pillow and flopped back, letting out a sigh.

It was time to forgive. Forgive and forget.