Fate - Harry Styles

5

I quickly ran out of money as I found a hundred pounds in the purse but had to pay fifteen for every nights at Jackie's. Fortunately, she agreed to let me stay more even though I couldn't pay, but it's been almost three weeks and I couldn't keep doing this. I had to leave, find a job and pay her back.

"It's fine, I don't need money! Stay for as long as you want," she'd assured me but I still decided to pack the small amount of things I had and left her.

Those days with Jackie were the greatest I had since I was in Olivia's body. I didn't do much, but I got to know more about this kind woman who was more than happy to have someone to share her life with. I took her number and promised to visit, then made my way through Ealing.

To be honest, I had no idea of what I was going to do, nor where I was going to stay. With and empty wallet, I wasn't able to do much.

I wandered in town all day, searching for a job, but it was useless. I had no experience, and I didn't even know how old I was. By the end of the day, I decided to go back to the small bakery, wondering if it wouldn't have been better if I had stayed at Jackie's.

"Do you know anywhere I could sleep for a night or two, please?" I asked the young woman working there.

"The offers are on the window," she said.

"I know but, I don't have any money..." I almost had no clothes, nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, I couldn't believe I thought I had a miserable life before! If this was some kind of sick joke from someone above to prove to me that I had no reason to cry over a guy, I got it now, and want my not-so-miserable life back.

I wanted to laugh at my own thoughts. Here I was, standing in a bakery, and probably going to end up sleeping on the streets. What did I do to deseve that? I asked myself for the millionth time.

"Er, there's this thing, couchsurfing I think," the woman didn't look at me once, her face down to count the receipts of the day, "just need to go on the website and find someone that wants to let ya sleep for the night."

I took out Olivia's phone and winced at the sight of Zayn's attempts at contacting her. Several calls and text messages were left, but I couldn't answer. I still felt bad to do that to him, but I also felt like I did something great for him since it seemed like Olivia's intentions weren't all good.

I went on that website, and found several people willing to let someone sleep at their house for free. Maybe it was a bit late for tonight but maybe I could find something for tomorrow. Luckily, after a few calls, a girl agreed to let me stay for free.

The girl's name was Megan, and she was quite nice although I didn't see her much as she spent the two days out and about with her friends. I cherished this website, though, and days after days, spent with different people, at different places, I felt more and more miserable. I still didn't have any money, and although I had the chance to wash my clothes, I felt dirty. How long is it going to take to get my life back? Will I ever get it back? These questions were still unanswered, and it scared me more each day.

It has been two months since I left Jackie's house, and things hadn't change. I was making my way to Caleb's flat, a student that let me sleep on his couch for tonight, as I heard steps behind me. I jumped as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"What the fuck?"

"Harry?" I let out a shaky breath.

"What do you think you're doing? Zayn has been miserable because after two years of relationship you just decided to leave a stupid note and walk out of his life!" he shouted and I took a step back.

"I'm sorry I-"

"I don't care!" I looked at him as his fingers were pulling at his hair. "Why? Why did you do that?"

Harry kept talking, questioning me but never letting me a chance to answer. He stumbled over his own words, noticeably flustered, and I just kept walking, because I wasn't able to help him or his friend.

He stopped dead in track and followed me until his hand could reach my arm to tug at it. "Where the fuck are you going? Were you even listening to me? God I don't understand what it is that makes him so crazy about you!"

"Will you please stop?" I finally said.

"Excuse me?"

"Listen, I'm sorry if Zayn is feeling bad because of me, but there's nothing I can do."

"Are you kidding me? Just come back, he's been looking for you, hell he even made us look for you!" He continued to shout while I was just staring at him. I was tired of this, I couldn't keep doing this.

"Oh no, you don't get to do that!" He pointed a finger at me, "Don't fucking cry, it's your fault," I shook my head, tears blurring my vision.

"I tried to tell you," I managed to say, "I did, but you don't understand, and you probably never will."

"What are you even talking about?" Harry seemed so irritated, but I couldn't go back to Zayn and pretend that everything was normal.

"Forget it. I'm sorry for Zayn, but he needs to move on, I'm not worth it."

"That's what I tried to tell him," he muttered. "Where are you staying?"

"Someone's flat."

"If you've been living a double life with another guy or some shit I swear-"

"Fucking stop!" I cried, "Shut up! Go away, I don't want to have anything to do with you!" I slammed my hands against his torso but he didn't even flinch.

"Believe me I don't want to either, but I have no choice," I stood against a wall, head in my hands, "Just... please Olivia, just follow me and we'll sort this out." he sighed.

What did he want to sort out, though? There was nothing left to do. I wasn't going to live a life that wasn't mine, but how could I escape it?

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