Loving Mr. Styles (One Direction(Harry) Fanfic).

Chapter 12

"Let me in." He pleaded.

"Harry I don't want to see you or speak to you."

"I need to explain."

"You've already done that." I felt the lump in my throat come back.

"I love you Grace. It was a stupid mistake, I didn't realise how much you actually meant to me."

He forced the door open and walked straight into my room.

"Stupid mistake? How can it be a stupid mistake if you did it more than once? You know what Harry, I don't even think you know the meaning of love." I said clenching my jaw.

"Please just give me another chance. What do you think this will do to my career, I need you."

"Your career? Is that all you really care about? How can you even call singing a career? You are a complete idiot and so selfish. To think I slept with you last night and every other time after you had been texting or touching Chloe. You're disgusting." I let a tear fall, and the rest came pouring down.

There was a knock at the door, Harry answered it, that'll be my dinner.

"Well I don't want to spoil your dinner I'll leave you to it." Harry said acting as if he'd done nothing wrong.

"It's a bit late for that don't you think?" I said pushing him towards the door and slamming it straight behind him.

My anger towards Harry was growing, seeing his face made me upset, hearing his voice, broken made my heart drop. His begging like he was worthless without me. I walked over to the table where the food was sitting and swept it off the table, everything falling to the floor, plates and cutlery smashing as they hit the hard ground.

I felt so stuck here, wishing I was at home in my own house. I punched the banister of my bed breaking down into tears as I sloped down to the ground with my head in my hands, my heart slowly breaking.

-Harry-

I honestly didn't know what to do. Desperately wanting Grace to be beside me right now I wished things could rewind and we could start fresh. As soon as something good comes into my life I always have to go and destroy it.

"Harry, are you in there?" A voice I recognised to be Louis' walked in.

"I've tried everything Louis. I don't know what to do."

"Have you tried leaving her alone. Just give Grace a couple of days to think things over and then try talking to her again."

"What about the interviews we have tomorrow. What am I meant to say if the question comes up?" I felt sick even thinking about it.

"You tell them that you are in a happy relationship with Grace that you want to keep it as private as possible."

"It'll be Christmas Eve tomorrow as well, Grace is stuck here with nobody to be with and it's all my fault."

"We'll sort something out." Louis said standing up again and leaving the room.

I can't stand the thought of hurting Grace even more. We should be together for christmas.

-Grace-

"Room service." A lady shouted at the door. I stumbled over to her.

"That won't be needed today." I falsely smiled, my words coming out as a bundle of mixed up letters.

She walked away down the corridor knocking on another door using the same cheery voice as Harry walked in. Again. He came to a stop at the sight of my room.

"I think she is needed."

"Don't start making jokes now Harry. It's you who caused this." I said poking him in the chest. "It's been two days and we haven't shared any affection I need you." I slurred dragging my fingers over Harry's lips.

"Grace, you're drunk." He gritted.

"So what! That doesn't normally stop you." I laughed.

"I've got interviews to get to, sober up and then we can talk."

"Who's acting all mannish now? You are just a pathetic little boy. Kiss me Harry."

"SOBER UP." Harry shouted back pushing me over. Making me fall against the edge of my bed.

-Harry-

I didn't mean to push Grace, the fact that she felt she had to get drunk to get my attention made me push her away. I didn't do it hard, she was drunk, I'm not the type of person to hurt a girl. I stormed out of the room as she stared at me in shock.

"Where have you been! We need to go now or we're going to be late for our interviews." Liam grabbed me rushing towards the entrance of the hotel. We were then surrounded by security guards as fans and paparazzi pushed against us.

In the car I stared at the floor, the image of Grace falling stuck in my head. The next minute I was in a white room people with microphones and cameras all around me.

A voice became clearer in my head: "Harry... Harry, she's asking you a question." I caught eyes with management who were staring at me expecting me to say something.

"I'm really sorry but you're going to have to have to excuse harry for a moment, he hasn't been feeling well all morning." Louis said grabbing my arm and walking towards the bathrooms.

"What are you playing at?" He whispered.

"I- I pushed Grace over. The anger inside me is making me do things. When she first found out about me cheating I grabbed her wrists, t-today I noticed bruises." I stuttered.

"What do you mean today? I told you to leave her alone."

"I saw her as I was walking towards the restaurant for breakfast. She was drunk so I walked into her room to make sure she was okay. She had pushed things over and was trying to kiss me. It just made me angry and I pushed her over. Why do I keep hurting her?" I looked down to my hands, they were shaking. In the mirror I noticed my face pale and purple bags under my eyes.

"You need to stay away from her you can't hurt her anymore. Look at the state of you, you're just making a scene out of nothing. It's not that bad, honestly just go back to the hotel and take Grace off your mind. I'll try to sort things out okay." Louis whispered walking out of the bathroom and going to talk to Angela, our travel manager.

I was driven back to the hotel. I sat in my room trying to get things off my mind but all I could think about was Grace staring at me in shock.