Two Ghosts// Harry Styles

7

Madeline's POV

What right had he had to corner me on the bus and ask me why I left? Why should I have to justified why I left? Tell me that the only reason he's here was because I broke his heart?

I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take walking around like we were nothing to each other. I was over it, I was over him, but he could not let it go. Working with him, it was like reliving every moment we had, and I couldn't do that.

I wanted to be friends with him, try and repair our relationship, put whatever we had behind us, but his cold glares, hesitated touches, and refusal to make eye contact was too much. He didn't want me there.

So I quit, I did whatever he wanted. He has his solo tour, he doesn't need me on it. He has his friends from the studio, he has the boys, he doesn't need me. I pushed the tears from my cheeks as someone knocked on my door.

"Madeline? It's Ben, are you home?" He said through the other side of the door.

"Not now, Ben, please." I muttered, my forehead pressing against the door.

"What's wrong? Are you crying?" He asked, twisting the locked doorknob.

"It's fine," I sniffled, closing my eyes. "I'm fine."

"Open the door," he said softly. "Please."

I pulled the lock, opening the door as his arms engulfed me, one hand going to my hair. He pulled back to look at me, wiping the tears from my face, his thumbs resting against my cheekbones.

"What happened?"

I opened my mouth to say something when I met his eyes, standing in my doorway. He had a coat on due to the cold weather outside, the collars popped up, brushing against his jaw.

Ben turned around, looking at Harry.

"Leave." Harry said, not taking his eyes off me.

"Excuse me?" Ben asked, taking his hands from my face. "Who do you think y-"

"I said leave." He repeated, his hands in his pockets.

Ben turned to me, raising his eyebrows. "It's okay."

"You sure?" He asked me.

I nodded, wiping my face softly. He hesitated before leaving, closing the door behind me, leaving Harry and I alone.

"You're not quitting." He said, his green eyes piercing mine.

"I already quit." I rolled my eyes.

"You're not quitting because I confronted you about what you did." He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"You cornered me in there, Harry," I said to him. "You had no right."

"I have no right to know why you left me?" He asked, taking a step towards me.

"I didn't leave you, Harry, the tour was over."

He took another step forward, his finger hovering in front of my face. "It was much more than that, and you know that!"

I slapped his hand away, glaring at him. "It wasn't anything like anything, Harry, you were just-"

"Just what?" he laughed, taking a step back and running his hand through his hair. "Just a good fuck?"

"Precisely."

He turned and looked at me, his brows furrowed as he stood there, shocked at my words. "I'm sorry that I couldn't be more-"

"I loved you!" he bursts, snatching his hands from his pockets. "And you loved me, I know it, I just know it!"

I chucked, my hands on my waist. "Whatever, Harry."

"Have you even listened to my songs? The ones about you?" he asked quietly. "Meet Me in the Hallway, Only Angel, Woman, and From the Dining Room Table? I wrote those all about you, Madeline!"

"If all these songs are about me, then who is Carolina about? Huh?" I stepped forward, my face hovering in front of his. "What about Two Ghosts? I don't have red lips, blue eyes, or tattoos because it's never just been me, Harry!"

"I love you!" he said, his nose inches from mine. "I love you and it isn't fair that you get to act like what happened between us didn't happen. The night before you left, you remember.."

I started to shake my head, looking away. "That was just another night for us."

"No, it wasn't, El," he said to me. "You felt it too, I know you did, god, maybe I should have told you that I loved you then, maybe things would be different."

"Maybe you should go." I said softly.

"What?" He turned to me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You shoul-"

"No, I heard you the first time," he said before letting out a deep chuckle. "I was stupid to maybe think you've changed. You're still a hard ass."

I shrugged. "Sorry, H."

We both laughed, standing there, 4 feet apart, staring at each other. Before I could even register what was happening, his lips were on mine and his hands were pulling at my waist.

And I was kissing back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers slipping into his hair as I tugged softly at the roots, a soft groan coming from his mouth. I knew how much he liked that. It was like I was in that hotel room all over again. And I couldn't stop it.

I couldn't stop myself because I knew that I loved him. Deep down, somewhere inside, something knew that I still loved Harry. He knew that. 

I somehow backed us against the wall, where he pulled me up, his hips pressing into my thighs as our lips worked together. My hands slipped underneath his shirt as he held my face between his hands. My fingers slid over his toned abdomen as he shivered beneath my cold fingers.

I pulled back, starting to shake my head. "Harry, we can't."

He hummed as his lips pressed against my neck, a small sigh escaping my lips. "Harry.."

His fingers hovered over my bare skin, the heat of his body radiated against mine. I knew that if I didn't stop this now, I wasn't going to stop it at all.

"Harry," I shoved his chest, my toes touching the floor. "Stop."

He pulled back, his lips pink and swollen. "What?"

"We can't." I pushed him further away, pulling my shirt down.

"Madeline-" He reached out to me but I pushed his hand away, shaking my head.

"No, leave." I said, not looking at him.

"Ellie, please-"

"Leave!" I yelled as tears poured down my cheeks.

"Fine," he raised his hands before turning on his heels, headed for the door. "Just, please don't quit, we need you for this tour."

I stayed silent, swiping the tears from my face. 

"Just, think about it, please." He said before closing the door softly behind him.

I slid down the wall, crying into my hands. 

Dammit, Madeline.