5 Years Is Nothing.. --Harry Styles Fanfiction--

Chapter Twenty Four- This was it.

Harry's family and friends all spoke to one another. Laughing, and sharing old stories catching up on what they've missed. People constantly coming up to Harry and patting him on the back. Telling him how proud they all were. And they should be. I'm proud of him. I always have been. Even when he wasn't mine.

It was now 11:30 and the New Year's Eve hosts voices rung through out the room as people watched the T.V waiting for the fireworks to go off. Everyone was handed a glass of champagne including me. It was nice to be treated like an adult. If my parents ever caught me with a drink in hand they'd decapitate it before I could have another. I felt a hand come around my waist and a chin rest on my shoulder.

"I'm so glad I get to spend this night with you." Harry whispered and kissed my neck just below my ear. I smiled and leaned into him.

"Your family is hilarious by the way." I tilted my head back so I could look at him.

"Pffft. Try insane." He scoffed. I turned around faced him as I took his hand into mine.

"If we were at my house right now, we'd be sitting around the table playing board games wearing party hats and shit. I'd much rather be here." An amused smirk crossed his face as he leaned down towards me and rested his forehead against mine.

"Harry?" Gemma's voice called from behind him. He groaned as his lips brushed over mine.

"What?" He snapped as he turned to face his sister.

"Can you come upstairs for a second?"

"No." He ignored her and turned towards me again.

"Harry, I mean it." Gemma warned.

"Jesus christ." He stormed past her and slammed his champagne on the counter before going up the steps and disappeared. Gemma gave me an apologetic look and I just politely smiled back at her before sitting down on the couch and watching everyone around me interact. I was perfectly fine with sitting alone but then one of Harry's cousins took a seat next to me.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Uh, Hey." I smiled and shifted a bit. I started to take a sip of my champagne then remembered what it was for. I set it down infront of me.

"So you're Harry's girlfriend, huh?" He stared at me intently. I could see how he was related to Harry. They had the same charming features that could easily make anyone love him. But he wasn't even close to being as amazing as Harry.

"Yuuup." I made a popping noise at the end.

"How old are you..?" He questioned, studying me uneasily.

"Fifteen."  His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. I guess he didn't really pay attention.

"Oh.. Uh. Aren't you a little youn-

"No. I'm really not. It doesn't exactly matter." I cut him off. I was tired of people thinking poorly of our relationship. It shouldn't matter how young I am. If I love him and he loves me what's the problem? It is what it is.

"Okay. Okay." He tried to calm me down. Clearly taken back by my quick outburst.

"I just remember thinking of Harry as that guy that went from one to another, you know?" He continued.

"Yeah. Well he isn't like that anymore."

"You have him whipped." He laughed and took a sip of his beer.

"No I don't." I scoffed. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged before diverting his attention to the T.V everyone began to count down.

"THIRTY, TWENTY-NINE, TWENTY-EIGHT" I was confused as to why they started at thirty but I ignored it. Everyone was wasted and I wasn't going to question it. Harry's cousin who's name I wasn't sure of got up and joined his siblings across the room who then proceeded to all stare at me. Okay. I stood up and straightened out my dress and took hold of my champagne glass.

"TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE."  Why wasn't Harry back down here yet? I looked down the hallway expecting to see him come down the stairs but I didn't see him.

"THREE, TWO, ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"  Everyone yelled in sync. People began exchanging hugs and kisses and continued to share laughs. Meanwhile, I stood dead center in the living room and threw back the champagne. It was somewhat tart and it had a little fizz to it as it slid down my throat. I put the now empty glass down on the coffee table and started up the wooden steps. My heels prevented me from moving any quicker so I removed them from my aching feet and continued up the stairs. When I reached the top all I heard was the arguing between Harry and Gemma.

"You don't even know what you're saying, Gemma!" Harry's tone was stern and he was trying his hardest not to lose it. I kept quiet and stood against the wall listening in.

"Harry, I'm not an idiot. It doesn't take a genius to know you've cheated on her!" My chest began to tighten and I felt like I was just punched in the stomach. He cheated on me?

"I never cheated on Ali! Phoebe was someone that the dicks from management put me with! If it were up to me, I never would have done it! But it was either lying to Ali, or being kicked out of the band." My shoes felt to my side and I felt the vile rise in my throat. How could he do this to me? He promised it was only me. That he never wanted anyone else. The tears began to fall and I felt myself falling apart. My whole life was crumbling and I couldn't save it.

"So you were willing to lie to her for your own fucking sake? You're an ass, Harry. I thought you changed. We all did." Gemma was almost as disgusted as me. But she wasn't feeling this stabbing pain in the heart like I was. I stepped into the door way and stared at the fighting siblings. Gemma's eyes widened at my presence and Harry turned around soon after. He looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Ali." He stepped towards me but I stuck my hands out to keep him away.

"I trusted you." My lip quivered and I picked up my shoes and stormed into his room to get my things. I wasn't going to stay here.

As I threw all of my stuff into my bag Harry tried to talk to me.

"Listen to me, please." I heard his voice cracking. For the first time, he was crying. But I didn't feel bad at all. He was a heartless asshole. I put my heels back on and zipped up my suit case and grabbed my tan bag. I took one last look at him before heading down the stairs and out the front door without looking back. I continued down the street. The cold biting me and nearly freezing my tears. I heard the footsteps following me. They got faster and faster and louder and louder. It took me back to that night at the boardwalk when Harry chased me down trying to understand why I didn't want him. But I wanted him more than anything that night. And now I wish I never knew him.

"Alison, wait!" Harry ran up to me.

"Please, baby just hear me out." He was panting. And his eyes were filled with pain. His cheeks red from the sharp winds and below freezing atmosphere.

"I'm not your 'baby' and I don't want to hear you out. You were with that Phoebe girl this whole damn time!"

"It's not like that."

"But it is. You lied to me."

"I didn't want to lose you." His voice was hardly there.

"Well it's too late. Because you just did." I took of the silver that clung to my finger and threw it at him, and continued down the road.

"You can't leave me." Was he serious? He wasn't even able to explain himself. My back was turned to him and I had no intention of looking back.

"I love you. Please don't do this. We need eachother."

"Just stop! You're a bastard! You let me think I was all that mattered. When in reality, I was just the one on the side. I opened up to you. I trusted you. And you betrayed me! How could you?!" The tears burned my cold skin and I began to choke on the many words that wouldn't come out.

"I know I fucked up, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. But please just let me explain it all. Come back inside. It's freezing."

"No. I'm not going with you. I'm going to the train station and then you'll never see me again, Harry." He looked defeated. Like he had nothing else to say. I shot him down and he was more wounded than ever. I took one last look at the boy that once lit up my entire world before turning away and walking down the street. He didn't follow. And I didn't turn around.

This was it.