Foreign Love || Harry Styles AU {completed}

Fifty five❦

(The video isn't related to the chapter, but still worth watching ;))

"Overthinking is self-destruction."

Where is he?!

Harry left two hours ago and he's still nowhere to be found. I'm full of regrets for jumping to conclusions so fast, without willing to hear his part of the story, even if a part of me still is hurt.

Hurt because he lied.
Hurt because he fooled me and made me believe whatever ‭he wanted.
But most importantly, hurt because he has a power on me I can't control.
He holds my heart, and won't let it go.

A part of me is glad he won't. But another is scared of how dependent i became of him.

And right now all I can think about is Harry doing stupid things out of anger. Things he'll regret doing.

I know him- at least i know him well enough to know where he went.

"So still no sign of him?" Clay asks. He stayed with me after my crybaby episode, and offered to fix us some coffee. I missed him, i missed our friendship.

"He's probably in a bar somewhere, trying to drown his problems in alcohol" i sigh "i'm worried Clay, i now how sensitive he can be"
Pictures of memories of Harry losing it at Daniel's apartment comes flashing in my head. He was so mad, so sad and emotionally unstable, he broke everything he could find...

But yet all it took was for me to hold him, and then he was okay.

I just want to do that right now, forgive and forget, but I need to stand up for myself and stop worrying about him all the time.

"I know someone I could call" Clay says while dialing a number into his phone "hey what's up?" He says into the phone "good. Look i'm looking for someone, a dude, he's probably in one of the nearest bars"

I can't help but pray that, whoever he's talking to, they will find him.

"He's in his twenties, tall, brown hair, wearing all black and very weird boots... Er his name is Harry.. That's all I can tell you but-" he looks at me with raised eyebrows "seriously??" Clay says into the phone, a look of surprise and a light smile still on his face. "you know him? Really?" He gives me a thumb up and I sigh of relief.

Thank god.

I smile back at him as he hangs up after giving his friend the address of my house and saying thank you. "No need to worry anymore. She said she found him about two hours ago, so right when he left off. She'll bring him here, apparently he's waisted"

"She?" I can't help but let my mind wander to places i don't want to go, thoughts I'd like to erase of my mind forever.
Images of Harry with another girl.

"Yeah, you remember Rachel?" Clay continues. We sit in the kitchen as I keep sipping on my coffee.

"Rachel? Rachel like Abby's sister Rachel??" Wow, it's been awhile since i've heard this name. The last memory I have of her goes way back, we were at Abby's, she used to fix us snacks all the time when Abby asked her to. She did pretty much everything Abby asked. I told her to stop using Rachel like that, but she said it was fine, 'Rachel loves to help' she said.

"Yep. I knew she could help us find him since she spends pretty much all her freaking time in bars now"

"Rachel?! Shy, nice and vulnerable Rachel??" Clay laughs at the look of surprise on my face. "No way!"

"Yes way! She changed so much since we were in high school," she was only one year younger than us, but she acted so much younger at the time "and now that she graduated and got accepted to college here, she keeps partying and 'living life to the fullest'" i cringe at how cliché the words sound "it's her words not mine" Clay chuckles. "But she's still the same deep down, we kept in touch, hung out a couple times. We both lost contact with her sister so-"