Mistakes: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfic *ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 3

"Wait," I say. "Go back to the other channel." Brian and I are figuring out what to watch on TV, and of course he has control of the remote. Brian switches back to the previous channel, but the commercial is already over.

"Ugh, you were too slow," I whine, resting my head on the back of the sofa.

"What did you want to see anyway?" he asks. I notice the curiosity in his voice.

"It was nothing." My ex-boyfriend's face was there, but no big deal. It's not like I still love him or anything.

"It was something, and you're going to tell me." He didn't sound angry...yet.

"I'm serious, it was nothing." God, let it go already.

"Tell me what you saw on the fucking TV or we're not going to London." Wow. What kind of threat is that? I stay quiet for a few minutes before I totally lose it.

"It was just a commercial, that's all. Jeez. Why do you always yell at me? Especially now since it was only a damn commercial!" I try to contain my sanity, but I feel like if there's one more snide comment directed towards me I will not hesitate to slap him.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, young lady." The way he said that made me shiver. I clench my fists.

"Then don't raise your voice at me." You go, Sabrina! It's about time you stand up for yourself. "And I am not a young lady, so don't speak to me like that."

"Okay, fine. You can leave." He points to the door and I stare at him in disbelief. You asshole. My anger is bubbling over. I can feel my face heating up and turning red.

"You expect me to walk all the way back to my building? It takes half an hour to drive here from there! It's going to take me all afternoon to get home!" I stand up to make myself appear stronger than I really am. No one ever takes me seriously because I'm so small.

"Yes, in fact, I do." Brian already has his phone out and is doing something. When I don't leave right away he looks up at me. "Are you going to leave or not?" How much more insensitive can you possibly get?

"No, in fact, I'm not. You're always yelling at me and I don't get why. I don't do anything wrong or anything to hurt you. It makes me upset and makes me think that you don't love me, but I love you." I just want to go to London. "We've made it almost a year and a half. Do you really want to throw it all away like that?" He takes a while to answer, which scares me.

"No, I guess I don't," he sighs. He pats the space on the couch next to him. "Come here." I take a seat next to him and he puts his arm aroud me. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Sometimes my temper gets the best of me. I never mean to hurt you in any way." You did when you hit me.

"I accept your apology." All I want is out of this relationship, is that too much to ask?

"Great! Now help me pack for our trip." He grabs my hand and leads me to his bedroom. I always feel uncomfortable going into guys' bedrooms. It makes me feel like they want to do nasty stuff. When Brian disappears into the closet I feel a sense of relief.

"Which suit? The black one or the gray one?" Brian is holding two expensive looking suits. I'm in shock.

"Black. It looks nicer." I sit down on the edge of his bead. Damnit. Now I'm going to have to find a dress.

"I totally agree." He hangs the gray suit back up on the hanger and sets the black one down on the bed next to me.

"Why are you bringing a suit anyway?" I ask out of curiosity.

"You'll see."

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Brian drops me off at my building and when I get to my apartment I pull my suitcase out of the closet. I drag it to my bedroom and plop it on the bed. I start rummaging through my closet and dresser for clothes to bring with on the trip. I have no idea what we'll be doing, so I pack a huge variety of clothes. I throw all of my tank tops and shorts into the suitcase. I spy my strapless black shift dress lying on the floor and decide to take that with me, too. Brian is bringing a suit for whatever reason, probably a fancy dinner, so I need a dress appropriate for that. My old prom dress needs to be here somewhere...

"Yes," I say, snagging the vibrant purple dress from the hanger. I have absolutely no idea if it still fits, but I fold it up and place it in the suitcase anyway. I have all day tomorrow to pack, but I'm too damn excited. London, here I come.