Lyrics to a Goodbye (a Harry Styles fanfic)

Harlie

Chapter 3-Harlie

Harry's point of view 

"What are you doing?" I ask, going over to the table, raising my coffee mug already filled with hot coffee to my lips and take a sip.

"Twitter," Kaylie replies as her eyes are glued to the monitor of her phone, scrolling down.

"What did you tweet?" I ask another as I sit down on my usual spot and start eating my toast she'd prepared for me. 

"Go check for yourself, I'm replying to your fans," she tells me. She comes over and sits across me.

"Eat first, would you?" I order and grab a toast. I spread some strawberry jam and butter on top of it, her favorite, and shove it into her mouth.

"Aghhff," she protests but bites into it, chews, swallows and is back on to her phone. 

"They're OUR fans by the way, and you're welcome," I say, biting into my own toast. 

"Yours."

"Ours, they're ours since they love us together therefore ours," I finish. "And again you're welcome for me feeding you your toast."

"Alright you cheeky lad, thank you," she gives in and leans towards me to give me a kiss on the cheek, I grin in triumph. 

I scroll down on my twitter and see fans have already started tweeting me like crazy when they've realized that Kaylie was online. I browsed over them and they all were basically talking about one thing: the concert and if Kaylie was coming with. I pass off the questions first and tweet something. 

'Girls, leave Kaylie alone for a bit and tell her to eat her toast' is what I tweet. It's already in the public that we live together anyway so there's no problem saying we're having breakfast together.

"Heeyyyy," I hear Kaylie pipe up and she looks at me with a glare.

"What?" I say without looking at her in an innocent tone. I go to her profile and scroll down her tweets. She'd been answering to some fans since this morning so it takes a while for me to see the original tweet she posted. I finally found it and read 'Concert today, loves :) Who's going? xx' I smile a bit and reply to her tweet 'ME!!!'

"Weirdo," she tells me from across the table as sees my tweet and I laugh. 

'Harry, they're all asking if I'm coming with. Am I? :O' she tweets me and I look at her, a brow raised. "Well what do you think?"

She wrinkles hers nose. "I don't know. I was thinking of lazing around today."

"Don't you dare!" I tell her and laugh. "They've been demanding you go ever since before and you will go now!"

'I force you to now quit replacing me for laziness from across the table and eat your toast' I tweet. By this time the fans are raving in excitement about us tweeting each other. I read their tweets saying how cute we were and all that. It makes me smile.

"Hey! Hazza!" she says hitting me lightly on the arm. "You're gonna be late!"

"Yes, yes!" I tell her and stand up, finish my toast and heading for the room.

"Hey Kals! Where did I put my blazer? The dark blue one!" I yell, searching about the room.

"Bathroom. Hanging on the back of the door, love," she yells back and I go to the bathroom and get it. She keeps everything in track.

I go out of the room and find her still sitting there, tweeting away. I dread having to leave her again.

"I'll see you later, babe," I say. I go over to her and kiss her but she doesn't let go just yet. She burries her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer. I lean in as a response, my hand slipping to the small of her back, the other caressing her cheek and I make a small decision in my head not to go anymore. I lean in further, bending down, trying to get as close as possible then I firmly decide not to go until she ruins it and she pulls away with a playful smile on her lips.

"Go," she orders.

"You're no fair. You kiss me like that then expect me to go? Now I really don't want to," I say and lean in for another but she turns her head to the side, laughing.

"You have to go, Harry, like now! We don't want Liam storming in again," she tells me with an arched brow, facing me.

I smile at the memory. I had wanted to stay with Kaylie the whole day and we had a radio interview. Liam was forced to come over to the hotel we were at and literally drag me out. 

"Definitely not happening again," I say. It would really be bothering to have him continuously knocking on the door. 

I lean my forhead on hers and make our noses touch. I close my eyes for a bit and sigh. We had just returned home to London 2 days back and I had missed Kaylie so terribly. Even in the 2 days the first day back was rehearsal and the second was rest, which was yesterday. All I wanted was to spend as much time with her as I could.

"What's wrong Hazza?" she murmurs and I open my eyes. I give her a smile and keep quiet for a little more.

"I just really missed you," I finally say and I see the same emotion pass by her eyes. In our relationship, you'd think I was the strong one. The one used to going away for long periods of time but in all actuality I was the weak one and it was Kaylie who puts up the strong front.

"I missed you too," she says, her forefinger brushing my cheek. Then she sighs.

"But you have to go," she tells me and gently pushes my chest, forcing me to stand up straight, her strong front back up again. Sometimes I felt guilty having her play that role but I simply couldn't do it.

"I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she replies and I lean in to steal another kiss before I turn and make for the door.

Before I step out of our flat I turn my head and look at her. "I love you."


"I love you too, see you later, Hazza," she tells me then I leave her.



"There he is!" Niall shouts out as soon as I arrive.

"LATEEEE!" Louis yells-loud as always.

"Sorry, it was traffic," I lie but the boys see right through it.

"Get over here to hair and make up," Liam orders and I follow without protest. They run me through the flow of the concert again and I look at the floor lay out. Where we enter and exit is marked on it and on the side, there's a list of the songs and what we do in each. Like some are with the practiced dance, the others we just go around the stage as we please, reaching out to fans by it and the others when we go out into the crowd while singing.

We get a little free time, to prepare ourselves or relax and I go over to the couch and take out my phone to check on twitter. I go over to the trends and see that #breakfastwithHarlie is trending-a smile spreads across my lips. 'Harlie' is the ship name that the fans have given us and I personally think it's a cute ship name. 


"Come on boys, you're on stand by!" someone calls for us and I stand up from the couch to join the other lads , making our way to where we will be entering from.

Kaylie's point of view


I bite my lip and tap my finger on the table at a constant beat. I had to get my report done soon. Whenever Harry was away I did all I could for college, all the other things I needed to do so that when he was around I could do whatever I wanted with him-just hang out, without any worry tagging along. 

My eyes dart to the bottom right corner of my laptop screen and I gasp. I was going to be late for the concert.

"Shit," I curse, save my work and stand up. I run into the bathroom, take a quick shower and step out. I had already layed out what I was going to wear earlier and start dressing up quickly. I put on faded jeans, a neon ethnic print top, and tan oxford shoes. I slip on my blue rose ring, white feather earrings, and my golden necklace. I grab my brown leather bag and stuff my phone, wallet and other things while holding my gray cardigan in the other hand. I blow dry my wavy hair as it falls a bit below my shoulders preetily and take a few locks of it, twirling it and tucking it to the side with a bobby pin. I place light make up on-I think heavy make up looks a bit too fake then run for the door. On the way, my bag hits the photo rack. 

"Oh, well fuck, are you joking me?" I mutter. That thing was always in the way. I make a mental note to FINALLY place that somewhere else. True, that where it was was the perfect place. In the common area where it was noticeable and added a nice touch to the room. But seriously, having me hit it most of the time was not worth it. Since I'm out of time I don't bother picking it up and just rush out.

I'm in the car, making my way through the roads towards the venue of the concert. I've always been a great driver, despite the fact that they say women drivers are the worst. And it's this time that someone decides to call. I slip my free hand in my bag and dig around a bit until my fingers enclose on my phone. I take it out and quickly glance at the screen. It's my mother. Now my mother is one of the most persistent people on this earth and if I don't answer her call she'll just keep on going and will even scold me later for not answering and I'm guessing later, I won't have time to call her so I answer now.

"Yeap, mum, I'm driving, make it quick," I say as soon as I pick up.

"You're going to the concert, yeah?" she asks.

"Yes I am," I answer, making a swift turn to the right.

"Well your younger cousins are going too, d'you think they can meet the rest of the boys?" she asks another and I roll my eyes. My younger cousins are directioners. Like absolute fanatics and I don't blame them, I was one too and still am. The fact that I was dating Harry Styles made them absolutely ecstatic and they got to meet him a couple of times due to their persistent nagging. Now they wanted to meet the rest of the boys. I honestly didn't want to feel like I was using Harry and sneaking in fans to meet One Direction. I didn't want to seem like I was dating him for the fame and all because I wasn't. Even if the fans loved us together, taking that risk wasn't really my thing.

"I don't know, mum. I'll see, alright?" I tell her. "You know how I feel about these things."

"Alright then," she replies and I hang up. I check the time again. 6:28 pm the show starts 6:30 pm. I'm going to be late. The place was just about 3 minutes away but with the crowd it might get hard, there was parking to think about too. I guess I should call Harry and tell him I'm going to be a bit late. I know that one of the guards were waiting for me to arrive. I was going to meet him by that side entrance I was shown before. Since I was dating Harry, a lot of fans would come and crowd around me too. There was one time I was being chased by fans and I tripped and hit my head. I got a mild concussion. Harry never let me out into a massive crowd of fans unprotected again. And this time they were expecting me to come-that made maters worse so a guard was necessary. 

I make another turn and reach for my phone but it slides off the seat next to me and lands on the car floor. I groan and quickly bend down to reach it.