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

Chapter 7

"Woah, woah, wait," Holly says, letting go of Harry. Finally. Step away from my man, bitch. "How do you know each other?" She has a quizzical expression on her face.

"We had a thing in the past," Harry says, smirking.

"A thing?" Holly raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. We went out."

"For, like, two and a half years," I add. They both give me a look that says 'that was totally unnessesary.'

"Oh. So...if you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Holly takes her place back behind the counter and I sit back down. Harry sits next to me. I can't believe it. Harry is actually here!

"I...couldn't handle all of the fame so I ended it." I look down at my hands, ashamed to say that.

"But it's all good," Harry chimes in. "I have completely gotten over her." Just the words I want to hear...

"Are you over him?" Holly asks me. She pours more coffee into my mug.

"Yeah. I have a boyfriend now, remember?" I am so not over Harry.

"Yes, that's right. Sometimes things just slip my mind." She laughs. I check my phone and there's a text from Brian telling me he's waiting outside.

"It's alright. And I actually have to head back to my hotel now. Brian should be waiting for me." I gather up my belongings. I didn't eat anything, but whatever. Brian and I will grab lunch later. I give Holly a few pounds as a tip.

"Stop by tomorrow with this boyfriend of yours. I'd love to meet him." She stuffs the money in her bra.

"Will do." I head outside. Yeah...you'll really love meeting him...

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*Harry's POV*

Louis was right. Sabrina is here in London and it is amazing. I thought I would never see her again, but, boy, was I wrong. She's still as beautiful as I remember her being. And I am so not over her.

"Harry, you alright?" Holly asks.

"Oh, yeah, never been better." She pours me some coffee, but I don't touch it.

"You still like her."

"What?" Can she read my mind?

"I can tell. No one fools me, honey." She starts wiping up the counter. "Maybe you should try and get her back."

"No, I can't do that. She has a boyfriend." It pains me to say that.

"Then become her friend; anything to get close to her again."

"Everything's gone, Holly. We'll never get back what we once had."

"Quit being so pessimistic and give being friends a chance."

"Friends?"

"Yes, friends." Ugh. Why not more than friends?

"But--"

"No 'buts.' You are going to create a friendship with that girl, and who knows? It could lead to something more."

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*Sabrina's POV*

"Sabrina!" I turn around. Harry is following me. I stop and wait for him to catch up. Passersby scold me for standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I say sorry and move over.

"I thought you would be lonely walking by yourself," Harry says when he catches up. You know me so well. We start walking and, naturally, our footsteps sync. I start thinking of all the times when I used to come here for vacation and we would walk the streets of London. Good times, good times.

"Why haven't you answered any of my calls or returned my texts?" I blurt out absentmindedly. I suddenly regret it when Harry tenses up.

"Because..." He sighs. "I've been searching for the right words to say, but I could never come up with anything good enough. I always meant to call you back, I really did."

"It's been a year and a half, Harry. I'm sure that's long enough to figure out something to say." I cross my arms. We walk in silence until we reach the hotel. I spot Brian sitting on a bench near the entrance. Of course, he's on his phone.

"Well, thanks for walking with me," I say to Harry. If Brian sees me with Harry, he is going to freak. Afterall, I did tell him that I was just pretending with the fan at the airport.

"Yeah. No problem. Maybe I'll see you around." He turns around and starts heading back towards the cafe. I watch him for a few seconds before I walk up to Brian.

"Hey, babe," I say. "Ready to go sight seeing?"

"Who were you walking with?" He looks up at me. Fuck. He did see. I look into his eyes and I can already see the fury bubbling up behind them. Jealous much?

"Just an old friend."

"What's the name of this 'old friend?'" C'mon,we're in London. We don't need this.

"Um..."

"I'm waiting." Brian stands up. I notice his fists are clenched.

"Brian...calm down." I look around and people are staring. I suddenly wish I had an invisibility cloak like Harry Potter.

"No.You're going to tell me who you were walking with."

"Fine. His name is Harry. Are we going to go sight seeing or not?" There's an edge to my voice.

"Ya know, I don't feel like it anymore. Let's go back to the room." He tries taking my hand, but I step back.

"I'm in London and I want to go sight seeing." Wow, I really sound spoiled.

"Quit being a whiny bitch." He forcefully takes my hand and pulls me into the hotel. He called me a bitch.

"Would you stop?!" I shake hand from his grip. "We are in London for our anniversary! This is supposed to be a nice time but obviously you think otherwise."

"Sabrina...people are staring."

"Yeah, and do I look like I give a damn?! I want to have a nice time with my boyfriend, but you clearly don't want to spend time with me!" I feel tears streaming down my face. I don't like Brian, I never have, but I've become very emotional. Maybe it's because I saw Harry and remembered how great of a boyfriend he was.

"I do want to spend time with you, but I swear you're so goddamn stubborn sometimes." I see him roll his eyes.

"Me?" I point to myself. "I'm the one who's stubborn?" I'm appalled. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. My sadness turns to anger just like that.

"Yeah, you are." He walks away from me to the elevator. I follow him.

"No. I think the problem is you're just jealous. Yup, that's it. You're jealous that I had a good time walking home with someone who wasn't you." Shit, Sabrina. You blew it.

"You had a good time?" Now I see the hurt in Brian's eyes. The elevator stops on our floor and we get out.

"Well, Harry and I were friends in the past, so it was nice to catch up with him." I'm getting pretty good at this whole acting thing. I could be an actress.

"Oh." Brian pulls a room key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. No one speaks until we're inside. "Look, I'm sorry. I overreact sometimes and--I just got the wrong idea, that's all. Forgive me?"

"I--" never want to see your uglyass face again "--forgive you."

"Great. Now let's relax before our big dinner tonight." He winks. Jeez. The winking needs to stop. He pulls me over to him and smashes his lips into mine. If only you were Harry. Then I would forgive you in a heartbeat.