Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 13: My Hero

"We will find a way through the dark."

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Chapter 13

After I bade Austin good night, he snuck out the back way of the alley to his car. I assumed he was going home to think and call Avery, who’d more than likely be pissed at me. But I couldn’t think about her right now. I’d have to worry about it tomorrow. Tonight was about Harry.

Or it was supposed to be. I felt terrible for yelling at him in the alley, and I’d more than likely pissed him off to the degree that I’d ruined the night. But I hoped I could still salvage something of our evening out. I went into the club and hunted around, but I didn’t see him anywhere near where we’d been. I finally spotted him sitting in the corner, impassively nursing a drink and glaring in my direction. My heart thudded madly in my chest, and I grimaced. This should be interesting…

I walked slowly up to him, ashamed all of a sudden. Though what I had to be ashamed of I didn’t know. I hadn’t done anything wrong in my eyes, but of course that’s not how anything looked to an outsider, and in this thing Harry was. I gently approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, and I tried to ignore the stab of hurt that sliced through me.

“Harry, I’m sorry,” I said softly. He turned to look at me, eyes narrowed to slits. I expected him to yell, but he stayed silent. The quiet was what scared me the most.

“There’s nothing between us, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I murmured, trying to be brave and continue on. He tried to look as if he wasn’t listening, but I knew that he was. “Look, I get it if you’re mad.”

“Lexi, mad doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

It was progress, I guess. Even though his words were cutting and harsh, they were better than no words at all. I took a deep breath and steeled myself again. I refused to let this relationship fizzle out after just four amazing weeks.

“I told you, there’s nothing between us.”

“And how the hell am I supposed to believe that when you’re trying to charge at him like some deranged wild animal like you wanted to kill him? And if there’s nothing now, was there something? Like what the hell, Lexi?”

I wanted to tell him about Avery so bad, but I couldn’t. Avery was going to be angry enough; what would she do if I told my boyfriend? I wouldn’t want her running off to whoever she was currently sleeping with with any of my problems, let alone if I was pregnant. The thought was horrifying.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you what that’s all about, but I can’t.” Harry huffed a sigh in anger.

“Then maybe we just shouldn’t be together.”

“No,” I gasped, tears coming to my eyes. “No, I’m not letting you throw away four amazing weeks together because we had one fight.”

“But if you can’t freaking tell me what’s going on in your life, then how do you expect me to date you and feel good about it?”

“Harry, please. Just stop. Slow down, maybe take a deep breath or two-”

“Goddammit Lexi, no! I won’t take a deep breath or slow down. I’m fucking pissed.”

“Then talk to me! Don’t let your anger overtake the situation.”

“No! It’s too late, I can’t… I can’t do this.”

“No, Harry,” I croaked, voice breaking. “Baby, stop, please. Just listen. I can’t… I need you, you can’t break up with me.”

“Just give me some space, okay?” he spat, looking away. I was suddenly angry. I wiped tears out of my eyes and shoved his shoulders, hard. He looked at me with flashing eyes, but I wasn’t afraid.