Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 33

Time flies by and the New York's sky lights up with every minute. I'm sure I look like hell, without any hours slept, but Harry somehow looks the same, same rosy cheeks and piercing green eyes, not showing any lack of sleep. We walked all night through Central Park. Harry held my hand the whole time, pushing me towards him when we passed by some guys who didn't looked very friendly, smoking God knows what. Harry forbade me of making him any more questions saying it was his turn. He asked me about my life growing up and how could I possibly be friends with Sophia, which aparently, he's not realy a fan of. He asked me about previous relationships and I didn't mention Sean's name. Only that I've dated a couple of years before coming here.

"Someone's gonna escape work today." Harry smirks as I yawn when we enter his car.

"Actually today and the rest of the week."

"Yeah right."

"Alex gave me the entire week off."

Harry raises his eyebrows. "Is that so? Why?"

"I've been working a lot recently and he thought I needed a break, I guess." The week I spent working like a maniac was only a way of getting way from Harry. After I saw Amy on his appartment, I knew I had to get away from him. I'm not the girl I am with him, I was never that type of girl. But Harry is the type of guy that has power. Not power as in position, but the power to make you circle around him. You can't stay away. Once you fell, there's no turning back.

"He must like you very much." I can sense some tension on Harry's voice.

"How so?"

He takes a deep breath. "Melissa, Alex is not that nice of a man as you imagine. He's a fucking prick."

It breaks me to hear him talk such thing about his father. "Harry, he's your father and a good man. I know you guys don't talk, but you should never say something like that about him. At least you have a father, I never got the chance to meet mine." My mother has never said a word about my dad. I never saw a picture or ever heard her say his name. Sometimes I wonder how much I look like him, if his eyes were as brown as mine, if he was tall or just if he was a nice man. But to me he's a hole in my life, a hole that doesn't hurt nor aches. It's just empty.

"I'm sorry, Mia. But I'm serious when I say Alex is not the image that he tries so hard to portrait."

"How so?" I mock his accent.

Harry breathes deeply and his hands turn white as he greeps the stiring wheel. "He cheats on my mother with every woman he can. Is that your definition of good man?"

My mouth falls open and Harry notices. "Surprised, huh?"

"Are you serious?"

"What the fuck? How can you think I'd make this up?" His eyes break me into pieces. "Never in my life I've seen a genuine smile on my mother's face. I don't know if it is the money or if she's just crazy, but she knows and she has never done anything about it. And that used to drive me insane." He pauses and eyes me again when we stop at a traffic light. "When you're little you don't get this kind of stuff, it confuses you. But I was never confused. It was always so clear. But, it comes a point when you get tired."

"That's why you left?" I ask softly. I'm both shocked and glad Harry is telling me this. It is strange though, to hear him talk with such honesty.

"Yeah, at sixteen I had enough. I just couldn't be there anymore." My brain tries to make images of a younger teen Harry, sad and powerless, seeing her mother's broken pieces become his too.

I stay quiet, assimilating everything I have just heard. Harry eyes focus on the road once more, but he stranges my silence. "Say something."

I'm just glad he told me this, that he opened himself up to me. At least a bit. "I'm really sorry about that, Harry. I really am." Alex seems to be such a nice person, and with me, he is. But somehow this makes me so sad. I hate being wrong about people and I don't, usually. Breaks me to think about a younger Harry, hating his father for hurting his mum, and hating the world for being hurt. I imagine him curled up in bed, probably reading, while he knew his father was about to leave to see other women, and his mom probably crying on the next room. Nothing destroys more a family than lies. Especially when they are right in front of your nose.