Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 12: Mistakes

"So we play, play, play, all the same old games. And we wait, wait, wait for the end to change. And we take, take, take it for granted that we'll be okay, while we're making all the same mistakes."

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Chapter 12

“Oh hell no,” I said through my teeth. I threw Harry off of me and stormed towards the commotion. The girls around me gasped and called me all kinds of names as I shoved through them, but I ignored it. I pulled one of the girls off of Austin and pulled him roughly out of it. I wound up and slapped him hard across the face. His eyes widened as he looked down at me. The other two girls quickly disappeared, and the small crowd he’d attracted gasped openly. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the back door of the club. I shoved him out and into the alleyway, beyond pissed.

“What the fuck?” he bellowed through his teeth. I shook my head, eyes widening menacingly. He backed off a tiny bit.

“No, you aren’t the one that gets to say that here,” I said through my teeth. “God, I could kill you right now!”

“I’m freaking sorry I didn’t call you! Where the hell is all this attachment coming from Avery?” he bellowed. I paused, confused for a second, but then I laughed. He thought I was Avery.

“Oh no, I’m not Avery. You’re going to be wishing I was Avery by the time I’m done with you, though.”

“Then who the hell are you and who the hell do you think you are?” he bellowed again. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m Avery’s sister, Alexis. And I’m freaking pissed at you.”

“Why? Why the hell do you have a right to be pissed?” he asked. I was beyond livid.

“Because, you worthless piece of shit! You didn’t call her!”

There was a pause, and then he burst out laughing. I vaguely heard a door slam behind me, but I didn’t pay it any attention. Instead, I went to charge at him, fully ready to beat the living shit out of him. Instead, I felt two strong arms holding me back, lifting me off the ground and pulling me into their chest. I kicked and screamed to get at Austin, but the figure wouldn’t let me go. I kicked harder, making contact with the person’s leg using the sharp point of my heels.

“Ouch, dammit Lexi. Let it fucking go!”

I stopped when I realized it was Harry. Instantly, I felt terrible, but I still felt like I could breathe fire. Harry seemed to think I was fine and gently set me down, but I took my opportunity. I went to run again at the still laughing Austin and was pulled roughly back again. Harry growled slightly in my ear, and I glared at him.

“Let me at him!”

“No, dammit. Not until you tell me what’s going on, because I’m confused.”

“I can’t,” I said through my teeth. “Avery will kill me.”

“Fine. Come find me when you actually can tell me what the hell is going on.”

He turned around and stormed into the club, and my heart clenched tightly. But I’d have to deal with him later. Right now, I had an asshole to murder.

“What about that is funny?” I asked him, slapping him repeatedly. He held his arms up in defense, still laughing slightly.

“Why would I call one of my one night stands?”

“You told her you would!”

“I was wasted!”

“That’s no damn excuse!”

“So, what, she’s pining for me now? She should join my fan club.”

“God, you’re such an asshole! It figures since you had unprotected sex with her to begin with!”

“She’s on the pill!”

“That doesn’t always work and you know it!”

There was a second where I realized the error of my ways, and I internally kicked myself. Avery didn’t want Austin to know she was pregnant, and I didn’t blame her. For one, who wants this asshole in their life to begin with, but especially with a baby involved. But to my despair, I watched as he seemed to click the pieces together in his head. I watched as the color drained from his face, and my stomach swooped. What have I done?

“That… That shouldn’t matter, though, because… God please tell me that she’s not-”

He cut himself off, mumbling incoherently to himself for a moment. As pissed as I was that he hadn’t called Avery, and pissed because she now thought she had to do this on her own, I felt a surge of compassion for him. Even though I thought it was wrong that because of him, Avery thought she didn’t deserve any help through this, I still sympathized. The poor guy had no idea, and now that we were in this place I looked past the womanizer and found the genuine good guy that probably felt terrible. Who probably felt the intensity of his mistakes now that they were coming to light.

He turned his back to me for a second, intensely rubbing his face and the back of his head. He sunk to a crouch on the ground, head ducked under the pressure. After a moment, he stood up and faced me again. He looked so lost. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.

“Is she pregnant?”

I wanted to scream yes, to shove his mistake in his face and make him feel it, but at the same time I wished that I could say no. I wanted to say no so badly, and I realized how easy it would be to lie and say no and, then he’d disappear and go on living his life as he deserved to: young, wild, and free. But as unfair as it was that he was sucked into this, Avery was in even deeper. And it wasn’t fair to make her do this on her own.

When my voice caught in my throat, I felt tears well in my eyes. He looked so desperate that all I wanted was to wrap him in my arms like the child he clearly was. But this was the first day of the rest of his life.

I slowly nodded yes, and his face crumpled. The tears leaked out of his eyes, and he held himself, rocking slightly in a tight ball on the ground. I watched him for a minute, and then I went and crouched beside him. I placed an arm on his shoulder, and he shuddered.

“You need to call her,” I said simply. He nodded, gesturing with his phone to show he would. “She doesn’t deserve to do this on her own. You did it, now you need to be there for her.”

“I know,” he whispered. He looked resigned to his fate.

“She’s a great girl, and she likes you a lot.”

“I know she is. But she deserves better.”

“I know that. But Avery won’t settle. If she wants you, she’s found the best.”

He nodded, and then I pulled him to his feet. To my immense surprise, he pulled me into a hug. I hesitated a second before responding, and then I squeezed him lightly. After a moment, he pulled away.

“Thank you Alexis.”

I smiled lightly, pushing his shoulder.

“We’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other now, so you can call me Lexi.”