Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 16

"Harry, please call me back, I haven't seen you or heard from you since four nights ago, so just give me a call back, xo" A young females voice says on the answering machine.

I am bewildered and do not know how to react over this.

What the hell is wrong with him, he's just walking to the phone normally like a fucking slut didn't just leave that message for me to hear.

Does he think this is okay?

Is this normal?

Well it's not fucking normal or okay in my books. I put my fragile heart on the plate, only for it to be cut in half by a man who not very long ago was telling me how much I meant to him and how much he was here for me.

Bullshit.

He picks up the phone to call the slut back I assume, but I stalk forward and grab it out of his hand. He looks at me completely puzzled.

Does he have brain issues?

Does he actually for real think it's okay to have sex with another girl while he's already dating one... one who has terribly strong feelings for him that she can't hide from herself any longer.

"What?" He asks, a confused smile playing upon his lips.

I am outraged.

"What do you mean 'what'?" I growl.

"I don't get it" he frowns.

"What don't you get Harry? Some chick is leaving voice mails in your message box telling you how much she misses you and how much she enjoyed the other night and you think that's okay when you're dating someone who happens to have fallen very, very deeply for you?" I try to keep my tone calm and not cry when I bite my bottom lip. I am succeeding for now.

"Laura, no, no, no! That's no-"

"Why are you smiling Harry? Do you honestly find this amusing? Do you realise how hard it is for me to put my heart out there? Honestly moments ago you were telling me how much I meant to you and that you would always be here for me... I just can't believe... I thought you were different..." I say the last part softly and drop my hands to my side hopelessly, then stalk into the bedroom to get dressed and gather my things.

I don't dare to look back as I enter the hallway. I was in his shirt and very loose track pants to avoid staying in my awful dress.

As I walk into the New York style room with big windows, showing the beautiful city room I close the door behind me.

I sit on the messed up bed and cross my legs hopelessly, as what just happened hits me and the warm tears begin to spill down my cheeks and onto his shirt I'm wearing.

All of the things said about Harry couldn't have been more correct.

He is a player.

He only uses women.

He has no respect for girls.

I honestly thought he wasn't like the average guy. I thought Anne had raised a son who would know how to respect a women and care for her deeply and make her feel loved. That's the Harry I knew, the one who was here for me, the one who I just told my life story to. I don't just go telling people these things about my past, I have to trust them.

But the main question...

Was I willing to let this go?

A normal women with self respect would leave if a man hurt her like this.

Although, even though it's only been a week with him... I feel so attached to him. Even if I did leave and no longer speak to him I don't think I could bare it.

But... this was too much. If he's done this already, he will do it again.

I have to stop seeing him. It's only right. I remember what I said to myself the first time I met him.

'Don't let his lifestyle and career cloud your judgement of him'

Oh hell I wouldn't.

I would treat him like any other human being on this earth.

So in that case I would leave.

My heart races as I hear slow footsteps coming towards the room.

The door creaks open, only to see a still shocked Harry.

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