One Direction One Shots :)

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

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Hi.. :) This is my first attempt at this.. So feel free to tell me how terrible it is!

*Inspired by The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script*

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I woke up feeling lonely that morning. I had grown so used to having Harry beside me.

I got out of bed, miserably, sliding on my fluffy cheetah print bed slippers, and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

It had been two day since I caught him.

Two days since I saw him.

People told me what he was doing, but I didn't dare to check, because it seemed impossible. It was impossible that he would do such a thing - especially not for me. Not after what he did.

Sttling down on my sofa with a bowl of Corn Pops and the TV remote, I decided to see what was going on. Flipping through channels, my finger froze as the television froze on E! TV.

There he was.

The one person I didn't want to see right now.

Harry Styles.

Exactly where everyone had told me he was. The corner by the local Sprinkles ice-cream parlour, where we first met.

He just sat there, in his chinos, white converse and Jack Wills hoodie. His face was dead serious, and looked straight ahead, not slightly phased by the screaming of fans, the flashing of cameras and the questions being asked. In one hand, he held a piece of cardboard, the words, "If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?" scribbled on it with maker. In the next, he held a recent picture of me.He sat on a pile of fabric, that looked like a sleeping bag. A cup of coffee and bag of Haribos sat untouched beside him.

 I listened as the repoter spoke about him, the title, "Harry Styles: The Man Who Can't Be Moved" on the lower part of the screen.

".... rumours are being spread that Styles and long time girlfriend, Lexi Sommers, recently got into a fight, in which Styles was the guilty party. The couple have yet to address these rumours, and we went to Harry's bandmates from One Direction, asking their opinions. Liam Payne tweeted this morning, after being mobbed with questions on the matter, stating that none of the boys knew what exactly Styles is thinking, doing this. Louis Tomlinson tweeted a while after, saying, 'Harry must be pissed. Hasn't touched the Haribos we left for him!' Harry is clearly trying to reach out to Sommers. What do you think? What was the argument about? Why is Styles doing this? What's his reason for choosing that spot? Tweet us your answers and tell us what you would do if Harry Styles did this for you!"

I tried to change the channel, only to realize the remote had fallen out of my hand.

As if on instict, I placed my bowl of cereal on the coffee table, picking up the remote and turning off the TV. Running to my room, I flicked off my bed slippers, replacing them with uggs. I threw a thick coat over my sweat pants and thin white t-shirt. I didn't care if I looked a mess at this point. I didn't care that my hair looked like a mess, or that I had no make up on, or that my clothes were probably wrinkled from sleeping in them. I had to find out what was going on. I ran out the door, and onto the street.

I walked subconciously to Sprinkles. I had been there so many times, the route was etched into my brain. I got lost in thought during the five minute walk there.

 Why was he doing this? What was he trying to prove? That he still loved me? That it was nothing? Why did he need my attention so bad? Enough to make him sit on the snow covered ground in below zero weather. Had he gone insane?

As I neared the parlour, I saw swarms of people surrounding the exact spot we met.  I began to push throught the crowd of paparazzi, reporters and fans, until I reached the very front.

"Harry Edward Styles, what the hell are you doing?!"

Finally averting his gaze from right infront of him, to where I stood to his right, he shuffled to get up, dropping the cardboard and picture. He took a few steps towards me.

"We need to talk," was all he said.

"Talk? Then what's all this for!?"

"Well, I tried calling you, and you ignored me. I texted, and you didn't reply. I came over, and you didn't answer the door," he started counting off his fingers. "I sent you Facebook messages, Twitter DMs and PMs. I even sent the boys and you didn't answer to them! I 've been out here since yesterday afternoon. I haven't eaten a thing, paparazzi have been about since last night, and keep getting calls from almost everyone I know, telling me to give up. But I knew you'd eventually turn up."

"Why do you want my attention all of a sudden?" I felt angry. "Why now? What do you want to talk about? The fact that you cheated on me?!" As I said that, shocked gasps erupted from the group.

"Yes that's exactly-"

"There's nothing to talk about, Harry!"

"I need to explain to you-"

"Explain what? You kissed that bottle blonde bitch! I saw it with my own-"

"LEXI!" he yelled, stopping my sentence short. "I DIDN'T CHEAT ON YOU! SHE kissed ME!"

I was too shocked for words. What the hell is he talking about? He took my utter silence as a signal that he should explain.

"The girl, she was a fan. I don't even remember her name. She came up when she saw me, and asked me to sign something for her. I was happy to sign it. By the time I gave it back to her, she jumped on me, kissing me! That's when you came. She was holding on tightly, and I tried to break her grip, but she wouldn't budge. When I finally got her off me, I ran all over, looking for you! I would never do that to you, Lexi! I love you too much." A chorous of  Aww's and Forgive him!'s came from the crowd, but I could barely hear them, it sounded distant.

Tears stung my eyes. "Why should I believe you?"

"I thought you could always tell when I'm lying about something?" he said, a smirk forming on his lips as he stepped closer to me. It was true. He was a terrble liar, and I always knew when he lied to me. I stayed silent, and he took a couple more steps towards me, so we were just inches apart. He stared into my brown eyes and whispered, "Am I lying to you now, Lex?"

I  shook my head, the tears escaping my eyes. My hands wrapped around his neck, entwining themselves into his curls, and I buried my head into his shoulder, crying. "I'm sorry. I didn't.. I-I.." 

"Shh, babe. It's okay." He rubbed the back of my head, comfortingly.

I pulled back slightly, and leaned my forehead on his, collecting myself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shut you out like that. I should've let you explain."

"It's a lucky thing you're cute," he smiled, being cheeky. I let out a giggle.

"I know." Then, right there, in front of all the paparazzi and fans, he kissed me. As we parted, I helped him pack up his stuff, and he quickly proceeded to answer questions, take pictures and sign things. 

As we walked to my house, hand in hand, I asked him, teasingly, "So.. was she a better kisser than me?"

"Definitely," he replied, sarcasm seeping through the word. I punched him lightly on the arm. "Ow!" he yelled, rubbing his arm. He stopped us, turning me to look at him. He placed a hand on my cheek, looking me in the eye again. "Seriously, though. Absolutely not. Nothing compares to you." And with that, he kissed me again.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, too, Lexi."

That evening, on E! News, they showed a picture from that morning, of me and Harry kissing. The headline read, "Harry Styles - The Man Who Can't Be Moved - Gets His Wish".

The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face and a familiar pair of arms around me.

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