Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 42

SARASOTA, BABY!

Angie

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"I love you more than Harry," I said to Tyler.

"Good, because do you want to live your life surrounded by cameras?" Tyler replied,

"I hated that life, Harry was just a distraction for me to move on, I never loved him." I spoke the honest truth.

"But you're leaving him," Tyler could not shut up.

"I couldn't care less, you're the one I love, Tyler. Only you." I said and he pulled me into a hug, "You."

"You will always be mine." He kisses my hair, this feels right. "Mine..."

Tyler disconnects the hug and smashes his lips on mine, his lips on mine feels better than Harry's lips on mine. Tyler and I are so much better than me and Harry. When I'm with Tyler, I don't get bullied on Twitter or some bullshit said on the news. When I'm with Tyler, I'm free. I never loved Harry.

Tyler started to touch me where I wanted to be touched and—

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"Babe, wake up, we're here." A voice says, "Babe," I'm shaking, I open my eyes and look at Harry.

Everything was just a dream, it's just a dream. And it was a nightmare.

"Are you okay?" He asks,

"Uh-Uhm yeah. I just had an awful dream." I stutter,

"Want to talk about it?" He questions tucking my hair behind my ear.

"N-no," I reply, I never want to recall that dream, ever again. No way in hell.

"If you say so. Are you thirsty? We're landing in fifteen." Harry speaks and is smiling at me, I lean closer and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I am so glad I met you." Putting an emphasis on the word you.

"I'm so thankful I met you," He kisses the tip of my nose.

Why did I even have that dream? Why did I have that dream of me almost making love to Tyler? It's supposed to be Harry, not Tyler. I look around panicking and I don't know why I'm having this panic attack. My breathing starts to quicken, Harry grabs my hand.

"Look at me," He says, why is he so calm, "Look!" He demands yet his voice still so soft and inviting. I look at him straight in the eyes, "Just relax, and breathe." He starts to inhale and exhale slowly, "Follow me, baby." He inhales and exhales, minutes later, he puts me back to my normal self again.

Why did I have a panic attack?

"Better?" he asks, I nod and he kisses my forehead.

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We are in the airport with our luggage in the lounge waiting for our drivers to coe and pick up our stuff. I am seated next to Harry and on my left is Gemma scrolling through social media with earphones plugged in.