Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 45

A/N: A lot of switching of POVs. 

FOURTH OF JULY

Harry

After leaving Angie to sleep, I head to my room to sleep as well and get some rest for tomorrow's golf game with Angie's dad, John. I enter the massive guest room, it smells like the ocean, fresh and sweet, the smell of Sarasota. I slowly climb into the soft bed prepared, it looks too beautiful to ruin. I try to close my eyes but thoughts linger and wander in my head. Thoughts about Angie and Tyler, particularly their past.

I know it's the past, it has to be forgotten, but how can I ignore that her past is here? How can I ignore the fact that she's somewhat reliving her past? I can't ignore that because it's here where I am, where we are, Sarasota.

What if Tyler steals Angie from me? And the worst part is, what if Angie picks him than me?

She has known him longer, know him better, and what I'm afraid of losing her from that incompetent twat. The twat that doesn't know what to do in a relationship. A twat that doesn't know how to treat a girl right. A twat that steals another man's girl.

I'm afraid Angie might get tired of me, of her being so exposed to the public and to media because of me. What if she doesn't like the type of world that I live I? And worst case scenario, what if she stops loving me?

I know I shouldn't overthink things but I can't help it. Angie means the world to me, and I would honestly say that I'm very lucky to have her, and I don't want to lose her, especially not to that incompetent twat.

I lay in bed just thinking of scenarios of what might happen, to Angie and I, and Tyler as well. He just bothers me, because Angie doesn't deserve to be treated like he treated her, that's why I am so furious at what he did, and even more furious for trying to take her back.

I toss and turn in the already untidy bed. I can't seem to close my eyes, can't seem to get rid of my thoughts. I look at my phone, it's already 4 in the morning, I need to get up in four hours to go and play golf. How am I supposed to sleep now?

I go through pictures that Angie and I took of us, the time I took her around London, the club, the time I took her out to a nice dinner and asked her to be mine, and those memorable sleepovers we had. I look through them and reminisce on those times, and soon my eyes grow heavy. Sleepy at last.

...

Angie

After looking at the sweetest note that Harry left, I go downstairs to check who is awake. Just as I reach the living area, I could hear chit-chatters and giggles. I head to the kitchen where the noise grew louder. I am greeted by smiles, it's my mum and Anne.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?" My mum asks as she takes a sip of her hot brewed coffee,

"Yes I did," I smile sweetly at both of them and went to make my cereals. "Happy Fourth of July." I add,

"Happy Fourth back at you. Say, we're going to go shopping today for the party tonight. Gemma is definitely coming, are you?" My mum utters,

"Yeah sure, what time are we going?"