The Truth Is | Harry Styles

Chapter 16 - Will It Ever Stop?

This video always give me the feels every time I watch it, so beaut! (Harrys' raspy voice) IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY WATCHED IT YOU'RE MISSING OUT! -

"Mia, where are you? I went through your letter like ten times already why isn't your address written here? I really need to talk to you. I'm not angry please just call me back."

This was about the thirtieth message Harry has left for Mia in the past day. Last night when Mia assumed he came home, he started calling her but didn't leave her any messages, until now.

Mia sat on her couch in her own apartment holding her phone in her hands. She replayed the voice mail again.

His voice was all she wanted to hear right now. His voice saying that everything was going to be okay and that she doesn't need to cry. But that wasn't the point, she just couldn't take it anymore.

There was something soothing about listening to his voice. She had become too attached to it that she might believe just anything it says. She might even be able to make it out a mile away.

After listening to it again she put the phone on the coffee table in front of her and then laid back on the couch. She stared up at the ceiling.

It was so plain and so white. There was nothing to it but paint. It was so flat and smooth and ever so clean.

Mia started crying again and she cuddles up to one of the pillows perched next to her. She hugged it so tightly to her that no one would be able to pull it away.

Her tears started dripping onto the pillow and it soon became wet with salty tear water.

She thought that she might run out of tears soon. That she'd be crying out fresh air sooner or later because she couldn't stop crying.

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"Just tell me where she stays," Harry said. He was trying to keep his voice soft and calm but that was almost impossible.

"I can't do that. You read what she said in the letter she wrote to you," Anne said.

Harry sighed in frustration. "Yes, I did read it. She said that she fell for me and she feels terrible for that." He said. "I just want to tell her that I don't hate her. That I could never."

Anne looked up to him. "I'm sorry. I can't do that. She might never forgive you if you go out and look for her. If she wanted to talk to you she would've answered your calls," Anne said.

"You did this, mum. You did this. Mia doesn't want to talk to me because of you. I'm miserable again because of you. Why didn't you just allow me to get over Gemma like a normal mother would allow their son to," Harry said as a few tears strayed out of his eyes.

"Harry if I had known at that time- " Anne started but Harry cut her off. "How could you have known? You just shouldn't have done that. Did you think she would pretend forever? Well, if so it looks like you're wrong."

Anne felt guilt wash up over her. He was right, everything was her fault. But she didn't want to make any more mistakes. She couldn't give him Mia's address.

"I'm sorry, Harry. You don't understand how guilty I feel right now. But it doesn't matter how I feel. Mia wrote me a letter too. She asked me not to tell you where she lived. She was kind and gentle even on paper. She told me that even if you come back for her it wouldn't change anything. The both of you would get hurt all over again," Anne said as tears fell out of her own eyes.

Harry put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. "Fine, if you don't want to help me then don't. I'll find her by myself," He said and walked away from Anne.

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Mia's eyes fluttered opened to the sound of the rain pouring down outside her window.

She fell asleep on the couch hugging her pillow earlier.

Yawning, Mia sat up on the couch and took her phone in her hands. There were no new missed calls or voice mails but there was a message from someone.

She clicked the message open.

Mia. It's been forever since I've seen you. There isn't a day I go without thinking about you and I really do miss you. Don't ask how I got your number it's a long story. I'm just really excited to talk to you

– Martin x.

Mia looked at the message again. She didn't know if she was still dreaming or just seeing things.

Her half-brother who she hadn't seen since she was five just sent her a text message. No one knew about him except her family and May wouldn't pull a trick like this.

Martin? Is it really you? x Mia replied, feeling hesitant.

A few minutes later her phone vibrated. She was anxious to read it.

Yes. Would anyone know that when you were four you went into the back garden and imagined going into space with me?x

She laughed to herself. This really was him.

In my defense I was FOUR. Are you in the UK?x

Hahaha. Yes, I am. We can meet sometime if you'd like. I've really missed you all these years x. Mia smiled to herself.

I've missed you too. Yes, I think meeting up will be a good idea. When, though?x

It took a while before Martin replied again.

I'm free tomorrow. Let's meet at Big Ben and we can go out for lunch afterwards x.

Before Mia could start typing another message back to him her phone vibrated.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mia. I'm working at the moment. We'll talk later. Goodbye x.

After reading the last message, Mia locked her phone and laid back on the couch again.

She tried to keep her thoughts from drifting to Harry so she thought about Martin instead. How was he going to look? How was he going to react?

After a while of thinking Mia stood up from her couch and walked to her room in search for a jacket. After she found one and put it on, she grabbed her car keys and headed out her apartment.

She didn't care if she was wearing her pyjama pants and slippers. She didn't care if everyone was going to stare at her in the shops. All she wanted to do right now was buy hair dye and return her hair back to its natural colour.

She got into her car and drove off to the nearest supermarket.

It was about 4.00pm right now, which only made Mia's life worse because there was a build up of traffic.

When she finally arrive at the supermarket she got out of her car and walked as fast as possible to the hair care section, trying to avoid the majority of people.

She found a box dye by a brand that she trusted and she brought it to the till.

"Did you just wake up?" The cashier asked as she scanned Mia's items. Mia nodded her head. "You know...kids," She said.

The cashier looked at her with a look of surprise. "You have kids?" She questioned.

Mia nodded her head slowly. "Yes, three of them," She replied.

"May I ask how old you are?"

"I'm nineteen. My eldest daughter is three," Mia said and gave the cashier the money for the product she purchased.

The cashier didn't say anything else after that. She just handed Mia her items and gave her a small look of disgust.

Mia didn't care that she had just completely lied, she didn't know the cashier, neither did she know Mia. What's wrong with a white lie to play with someone mind. It was the only thing that made Mia smile that day.

"Thank you very much," Mia grinned, as she walked out of the supermarket.

Emma ♡