Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 22

I swirl my fork around my pasta slightly nervous about Paul's question. Harry has had a bit too much to drink and it doesn't really help since Paul keeps asking him if he would like another drink. I gulp as Harry opens his mouth.

"Laura means a lot more to me than all the other girls I've been with. I usually just use the other ones and leave straight away... they get so clingy."

He did not just say that.

I swallow my pasta barely, feeling the big lump in my throat get even bigger. To my utter horror, he continues his snobbish, player comments.

"I've been with like... a lot of girls... I'm surprised Laura hasn't let me get into her pants yet, hahaha, I got the wrong impression when I first met you, I didn't realise I'd actually see you again at all when I said hello to you, haha..."

He stops dead at what he's said and drops his fork with an ear splitting clang on his plate.

Tiff and Paul look away uncomfortably, Paul looking furious.

"I'm just going to clean up! Is everyone finished?!" Tiff says, clearly understanding that privacy was necessary. I nod slowly as she takes my plate, feeling the vile rise in my throat. She walks into the kitchen after grabbing all the plates and cutlery. Paul excuses himself, pretending to be busy on his phone and walks into the other room.

I stare at the little beads of fabric in the thin table cloth, trying my hardest concentrating on them, instead of crying in front of Harry. I bite my lip, keeping my tears from brimming over the edge, the pain numbs slowly. I wait a few more seconds until my tears dissapear, then turn to him.

"How much did you drink?"

"I don't know... I..." Fuck head can't even come up with a sentence. He stressfully runs his large hand through his curls.

"I can't believe Laura hasn't let me get in her pants yet!? Is that really what you think of me?" My voice is firm.

"No... I didn't expect you to actually be special to me! I got to know you more and I realised you were better than a one night stand... you were a keeper." He sits up straight in his chair, his eyes pleading with mine for forgiveness. He seems completely sober now, due to recent events. By his facial expression, he looks as if he's realised how hurtful the things he said actually were.

"Well what do you mean 'I can't believe she still hasn't let me get in her pants yet?' Because it still seems to me your intentions are the same as they were when you first saw me." I say, my voice is still sharp as razors.

"I don't know." His green eyes look glassy as they continue to plead with mine.

"I'm not just some slutty random Harry. I respect myself and I hope you have respect for me, because to me you are a normal guy, not the famous Harry Styles, so in that case I won't be changing the way I treat you. This is what I would say to any normal guy that says something like this. This is what I said to my abusive ex, and guess what?! After I refused to have sex with him, he beat the shit out of me! So there! I respect myself!" I take a breath after my passionate speech. The silence between us is worse than my outburst, as Harry stares at his legs. Harry turns fully towards me and looks at my with burning eyes. I want to look away so badly, the intensity is absolutely killing me.

"I'm sorry. I have a bit of a problem when it comes to drinking. I've forgotten what it feels like to have someone you want to be good for, having someone who means something to you. I swear I didn't mean any of those foul things I said before, the alcohol seriously got to me for those few seconds. I know it sounds like I've rehearsed this, but I swear this is coming from here." He gestures towards his chest, near his heart. My chest swells, I want to believe him, but can I? "I know we met last weekend, but it feels like so much longer. When I first layer eyes on you, in my eyes, I thought you were beyond perfect. I thought let's get her a drink and take her home." I open my mouth to abuse him, but am cut off. "Wait. Then after talking to you for less then two minutes, I had already made up my mind." He looks emotional. Maybe he does care.

"What do you mean 'made up your mind?'" I say, softer now.

"I mean, once I actually talked to you, after two minutes, I knew I needed you to be in my life, that's why I didn't try to make any moves on you when we first met. There was actually something between us and I needed to see if it would last. And I honestly think it can. I can't believe what I said earlier and I'm so sorry, but I swear I didn't mean one word of it. I will wait. I will wait ten years. Sex doesn't matter to me, as long as I see you and you're in my life, I couldn't care less about going there with you yet." He gazes into my eyes, yet again.

I can actually tell he means what he is saying. His words do touch me and make my chest swell, but they scare me as well. What if I get hurt...?

"Okay." I breathe, relaxing.

"I do really like you. And I need you in my life." He cradles my cheek with his hand and gets up slightly off his chair and kiss' me lightly on my forehead, before lightly plopping back into his chair.

"I like you too Harry... a lot. I'm just scared of going through more pain in my life. I don't think I could so it." I say softly, looking into his eyes.

"I promise I will never hurt you love. I know I just did and I won't be happening again. Ever." He says, firmly. It does reassure me though, nothing makes me feel safe like Harry does. I know deep down, that he would give up a fair bit for me, as I would for him.

"Okay." I smile a little, he returns a pitiful, yet guilty smile. "Do you wanna go?" I ask. I actually really want to leave now. Even though Harry just pulled that little stunt, I do however want to spend more one with him tonight.

"Yeah, I do sort of" He laughs, nervously.

"Come on then." I get up off my chair and grabs both of his hands and lightly pull him up. He springs up and plants a light kiss on my lips. I blush like a mad women. Harry notices, laughs and pinches my cheeks lightly.

"I love that about you. You're so cute."

"As are you." I say back sarcastically, patting his cheek and laughing, as he pretends to look offended.

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