Fix You: Chapter Four

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The guilt was getting bigger and I just wanted to burst. I felt my eyes filling up with tears as I tried to speak but no words could escape my mouth. "I'm so sorry Harry I-I didn't mean to say that. Harry I- I'm sorry. " that's all I managed to say as I gently touched his fore arm with my hand. His eyes were dark and his gaze met mine. I shut my eyes and waited for what was about to come from his mouth. But he just sat there looking back to the road and parking the car in the parking spaces available. He stared at me, waiting for me to step out. I stared into his eyes for a while and then stepped out walking into the station. "Hi ma'am how may I help you today." The kind lady said as she typed away on her computer. "I'm here to bail out Zayn Malik." I said pulling Harry's hoodie closer to my neck so it would hide the huge purple bruise on my neck. " I quickly went over all the paper work and payment and got Zayn out. Harry's car was still parked in the parking lot and so was Gracie's "I'll go with grace, Stace." Zayn said as he recognized the familiar face sitting in the black Bugatti. I nodded at him and nervously walked over to Harry's car. My skin was starting to burn as I thought of what he would say when I got back in the car.

The car ride back to the apartment was pretty quiet after the events that took place before. "H-Harry?" I asked hesitantly as we pulled up into the parking lot of the apartment building. He didn't as a word. "Get out." Was all me managed to say. I wasn't surprised so I rushed out and into the building not looking behinds me as I pressed the elevator buttons. Harry stepped in and leaned his back against the wall of the elevator. "Are you afraid of elevators." I said almost bursting out into laughter. "No" he said gripping the railing. "And Harry about earlier I'm sorry. " I said biting on the inside of my cheek. Harry walked up to me. "You know what Stacey, you should really shut the fuck up!" he said as my back slammed against the elevator doors. His face was inches away from mine and his breathing was heavy, the warmth of his breath against my skin. I smiled pushing him away as soon as the little elevator ding, dinged. I walked out and opened the door to my apartment. As soon as I got in I heard people yelling and laughing. I stepped back and leaned back so I could see the hall way.

I saw all my friends walking down the hall towards my room. "Staceyyyy." I stood up straight and saw Harry look at me furiously and slam the door behind him. I shrugged it off and walked in as soon as everyone had found my door. "He lives in front of you?" Niall said, rummaging through my cabinets for food. "Yeah." I said in a sad tone as I was hugged by everyone. "Zayn what the fuck is wrong with you?" I said smiling wide as he scooped me up into a large warm hug. "Following her foot steps." he said as he pulled away with a serious face.

The rest of the night was just us catching up and laughing.

A few weeks had passed and I had barley seen Harry.

My bruises had healed and I was ready and back on my feet ready for work.

I got dressed and walked into the office. Everyone had filled my desk with presents and cards. "Awe guys you shouldn't have. " I said as I looked at this huge box, that was sitting on the middle of my desk. "Oh we bought the cards, no one knows who bought the big ass gift. " Louis said "aww thanks for showing me how much you car. " I said giggling as I unwrapped the present carefully.

From; Harry Styles

To; Stacey Cromwell

Dear Stacey hope you like the present inside.

I really didn't want the present so I decided to put it to the side and give it back to Harry. I got back to work and the time flew by so fast. I decided to stay back an hour and finish up some more scripts before I left.

It was dark and I was alone when I walked I had lit a cigarette and walked over to the club so I could get to work. I entered through the back. "Rose" I looked over at my manager and waved as walked to the dressing rooms. "What's the theme for today?" I asked dropping my bag as I held my cigarette with my lips. "Sexy 1920s, And your the one with the main, so that means you'll be performing first and we'll be dancing behind. Oh and make sure to rub it in Callie's face. She was dying to wear that costume. I smiled as I grabbed the costume and headed towards the change rooms. "Hey sugar!" I looked over to see Callie half naked smoking a cigar and a glass of alcohol in her hand. "Callie." I said completely annoyed with her. I stepped in and changed into my out fit. "You know just cause you can sing and dance doesn't mean your the star of the show Hun!" Callie said as I pulled the curtains to the side. I gave her a fake smile and walked to my dressing table and did my cat eyes and my lips. " Rose the week you took off the guy that runs this place is turning it into a moulin rouge/Burlesque type thing and since he knows you can sing he's making you do a show and the song your performing and singing is 'show me how you burlesque' by Christina Aguilera. Better memorize it now or your a total embarrassment on stage. " Alex said as I was handed a sheet of music and lyrics.

I thought to myself as I memorized the song, at least now I don't need to dance on a pole. "Please welcome Rose!" I took a few deep breaths and got up walking to the stage and taking my place. There were red velvet curtains added in and a few chairs scattered across the stage. "You gotta use your improve skills and use your space. " I heard Alex yell from the back. I stood there and was handed a belt. I was instructed to have one

Leg up on the stool and the other one the ground. I felt kinda confident about this. I felt the red curtains slide open and I nodded my head for the music to cue.

I sang and sang with a smile on my face actually enjoying my time on the stage. I felt this feeling that I never did before when I used to dance on this stage. While I danced and sang I had noticed that the whole concept of the club had been changed. Instead of a crusty broken lounge there was a huge water fall with chairs and the bar had been transformed from wood to glass so you can see fishes swimming through the whole bar table. The mini tables that were scattered around the club were now big round tables. The guest now were now well dressed rich men and women. I was later joined by the other girls. We had finished off the song and went to go wait tables. Everyone was asking for a picture and I was flattered. "My I have an autograph?" A raspy and very familiar voice called from behind. I had a feeling it was........ "Harry!" I said trying to act surprised but I was acctually annoyed by his presence. "I just want an autograph. Can you dedicate that to whore, miss rose." my smile dropped forming a frown. "Who is this 'whore'. " I asked handing him his paper. "Oh she lives right infront of me." I felt a tear sting the corner if my left eye as I shoved the pen in his hand. I saw him smirk as I ran to the restrooms and locked my self in a stall I cried and cried as remembered all the retched words they used to call me. I'd here the word when I'd walk down the hall or in class. A few minutes later I pulled my self together and got some drinks at the bar.

"Hey Sugar!" I turned around to see a tall guy, his hair was in a quiff, his eyes were deep ocean blue and his jaw line was sharp. I smiled and we sat together and drank.

The next morning I woke up in my apartment. I was naked under sheets and there was a stack of money on the dressing table. I couldn't remember anything about last night. There as a knock on my door and it opened. I sat there frozen not knowing what to do. Harry walked in with his brows furrowed when her saw that my lamp was knocked over and my clothes were all over the ground. I quickly grabbed the stack of bills that had been placed on the table. He looked up at me as I snatched the bills. "What is that?" He said stepping closer to me. I wrapped the sheets around my body tighter as he walked closer to my bed. "N-nothing." I said hesitantly. "Can you leave or I'll call security. " I said pointing at the door. He walked out slowly from my room as he through the paper I had signed for him on the bed.

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