Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 27: Passion

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"I wanna lay beside you. I cannot hide this, even though I try."

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Chapter 27

The next couple weeks with Harry were extremely awkward. Harry was constantly pressuring me to tell him what was eating me, but I would just shake my head and smile, fakely reassuring him that I was fine. It’d appease him for a short while, but then we’d fall back into the same routine all over again.

I’d almost decided that I was going to go home in the next week. Things with Harry were extremely awkward by now, and I figured that instead of fighting it I should just let it happen. I didn’t want to break up with him, not even close, but I knew that we needed some space. It hurt me to think that I would probably hurt him by leaving, but it was just necessary.

We’d gone out on the tour bus just a couple of days before. It had looked huge upon first glance, but now that I’d been stuck on it for almost forty eight hours with no break, it was more confining and claustrophobic than ever. There was a front room with a kitchenette, six bunks, a back room, and a bathroom. The back room had a large bed in it, and that was where Paul or someone else generally slept, and the boys and I slept in the tiny bunks. We were driving to the next show, which was in Northern England, and that was taking quite a while.

But we arrived. I had been spending my days tucked onto the sofa reading books and texting Avery. I had told her about everything, and she was completely on board with my plan. For the first time, Avery didn’t think sex was the answer. But how was I supposed to tell Harry?

It definitely had to wait until after tonight’s concert though. I couldn’t mess with his mojo before he went on stage. That was just completely unfair. No, it’d definitely have to wait until after. So, it was with a heavy heart and words that felt like a ticking time bomb that I followed the boys to sound check.

They were currently on stage, singing Story of My Life. Besides Over Again and Little Things, it was my favorite song ever. But I couldn’t enjoy it, even when Harry sang to me all throughout the chorus. I just smiled weakly at him and stared at my lap. When the song finished, I heard the thump of five microphones being set on the ground, and then some indistinct whispers. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I just stared at my white knuckles, clenched tight on my thighs.

Two lithe thumps hit the ground, and then I heard two pairs of footsteps coming towards me. I felt hands on my shoulders, and I looked up slowly. Standing over me was Niall and Liam, with stern expressions on their faces. Suddenly, I was scared. I looked towards the stage, where Harry, Louis, and Zayn stood together, mics in hand. Suddenly, their guitar player began to pluck the chords to Little Things. I held my breath.

“Lexi, my dear, you’ve been really sad. Lately we’re wondering what’s making you hurt so bad. And we’re racking our brains again and again because it really makes no sense,” Zayn sang. I was torn between horror and the urge to laugh. Liam sank into the seat next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder.