Is This What You Call Destiny?(H.S)

You're Just A Beautiful Mistake

*Harry's P.O.V*-

"So Harry, remember I talked to you about a surprise present?",Simon asked in monotone,"Well this is it."

I almost missed what he said as I was lost in the dark blue eyes, that were staring back at me, filled with disbelief.

"W-why? Why Simon?", I turned to the middle aged multi-millionnaire who happened to be my boss, my voice cracking.

"What do you mean 'Why' Harry? This is for your own good"

"What?"

"I know that you and Jessica are not on good terms, and that you're throwing tantrums on her all the time. Look Harry, I've told you before that this relationship has to work out or else your image will be damaged, which means that you will stain my image as well. And son, I can't let that happen. So here, she's all yours from now, make her do whatever you want but I don't want you ruining your relationship with Jessica. Why don't you get it Harry, she's your trophy!"

I stared speechless as the words slipped from his mouth.

"B-but what about her? What about her life? Her family?!", my tone got louder as I spoke.

"Oh you don't need to worry about that, its all taken care of",he smirked,"She can be your little secret."

Simon turned to walk away from my door and as he rounded the bend of the corridor he turned once more,"Oh and about her life, it belongs to you now. Happy Birthday once again son". With that he disappeared behind the wall. Leaving me to face my destiny.

I faced her once again, a tear drop was tracing its way down her perfect cheeks. And I knew that I was the reason.

*Amelia's P.O.V*-

So this was the reason why I was here. Because Harry needed someone to pour all his frustrations on. But why would he be frustrated? He was a superstar now, the teenage music sensation that the world adored, not the 17-year old Holmes Chapel boy who secretly got bullied.

He had no right to be frustrated. It was me, who should be the one throwing tantrums because he abandoned me when I needed him the most. I was always there for him but he wasn't. I spent four years of my life, not knowing how to live anymore. And now that I finally moved on, here he was.