Changing Harry Styles

19. Her

"So you're telling me that the only reason you guys have to stay here is because Harry went nuts after Sadie died?" They all fidgeted in some different form or another. 

"Yeah, basically. Simon thought that Harry needed to leave Britan until he could walk down the streets without having us to all force him. In our defense, no one knew about that psyco guy that took those pictures of Louis and him. We just all agreed with moving to LA and delaying tour dates and stuff because we all wanted Harry to get better." Zayn sighed.

I was at the boys house on a Sunday, two hours before work. Harry was out at an interview for something, Simon was apparently arranging seperate interviews with the boys to spice things up so no one would catch on that Harry was distressed. They haven't done a live show in months, claiming they were recording a new album.

"EP actually." Niall had piped up. "Something small and simple but with meaning to keep the fans interested."

Basically they had been shipped to LA so Simon, who was currently living here also, could keep and eye on Harry.

"Harry told us." Louis whispered. I sat on their couch confused about what he was talking about. "About him kissing you."

Oh.

"Yeah, I swear I didn't know he was going to, I just-" Liam laughed.

"Meredith, we're not mad at you, quite honestly we're relieved. It may be because you look, and I'm not kidding around here, exactly like her. But he's moving on, and that's what we need right now." I sat and wrung my hands, unsure of what to say.

"We all want him to move on, myself less than everyone else because there will always be a part of me that loves Harry but I care about him, and all I want, what everyone wants is for Harry to stand the hell up and move on." Louis grabs onto his hair and tugs harshly. "He's making me crazy too."

Niall got up and clapped his shoulder doing that thing boys do where they hit each other in a way thats supposed to be comforting. I personally would not want to be hit if I was emotionally distressed but then again, I am a girl.

"Wait a second." Liam shouted out of the blue, before running away.

"I would just like to mention I have no interest in dating Harry in any fashion whatsoever, this all happened kinda fast with the kiss and all and I don't-" I was cut off by Liam shoving a picture fram into my face.

"This is Sadie, we were supposed to hide all photos from Harry so he wouldn't go into shock or something, so we hid them in my closet. Just look at it."

I took the mahogany frame into my palms, wiping the dust off of the glass to get a better look at the picture. The image caused me to let out a small yelp and almost drop the frame. It was ipossible.

We were almost identical.

I mean, there was the fact her skin was far less pale then mine, and her cheekbones were less apparent and her chin a little more narrow. Her hair was a shade lighter than my brunette locks but we could have been sisters.

"Mer, you okay?" Niall piped up. I hadn't spoken a word to him since our moment in the rain after the coffee shop. Maybe it was because I was still swimming with butterflies from that kiss with Harry. But I was determinded to change that kid, not date him. With Niall it was more comforting, like I wanted to curl up on my couch and watch G.I Joe all day and cuddle in our sweatpants.

With Harry I wanted to lay in bed tucked under his arm. I wanted him to be in boxers and me to be in a thin tank top and underwear whispering and giggling until we lost track of the sun. I wanted to loose myself in his eyes because it was virtually impossible not to. I wanted to be romantic with him, have a spicy relationship that everyone has that first month of dating, or marriage, when everything feels new again. Niall was more comforting, more like a relationship that would last and seemed less honeymoonish...