Oh, Louise| Harry Styles AU

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The drive back to New York was quiet. Louis insisted on driving Harry, and I was glad he did. It must've been an apology for pushing my buttons too much.

I know I push people away, I know I'm not easy to deal with; I've spent 7 years numbing myself, of course. Harry scares me so much and I'm afraid what I spent building up will be destroyed again. I wasn't going to let my guard down.

Queen's Under Pressure blared on the speakers of my speakers. It was a nice distraction as I hum quietly to the music.

Why can't we give ourselves one more chance? Why can't we give love one more chance? Oh how fucking ironic.

I pulled over the building of my penthouse an hour and a half later. I was grateful for the smooth drive and my playlist calming me as I have an inner battle with myself. I almost chuckled at how fucking appropriate the phrase 'heart vs. brain' at my situation right now.

Yes my heart wanted to give Harry a chance. No, my brain doesn't want too. The rational part of me kept reminding me what happened 7 years ago but the other part of me wanted to give everyone a chance. I wasn't sure who was winning but I wasn't going to make a big deal of it now.

Exiting my elevator, the warm air of my house greeting me, my housekeeper might've left the heater on. I walked in my room and after I closed the door I immediately jumped on my bed not bothering to change. This day was exhausting. I removed my shoes and decided to scroll through my Twitter and Instagram.

harrystyles: I'm not going anywhere x

The tweet was sent almost an hour ago. Again, the thoughts poured into my head like waterfalls and I cursed Harry mentally. Deciding to tweet something for the first time, I sent in lyrics.

Louise_Morgensen: is it too much to ask?

It was a line from Niall's song. It wasn't meant for anyone in particular but I though it fitted perfectly to my situation right now. Is it too much to ask for Harry to walk away from me? I would end up hurting both of ourselves; it's just the way I am.

Before I could over think more, I closed my eyes hoping the nightmares won't take me this time.

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I sat on the grand piano stool, my fingers hovering the ivories. I inhaled sharply deciding on what to play since I haven't played in so long, years even. I didn't even know if I remember how to play. The piano looked alluring and I know I had to play, the black glossy exterior making it harder to resist. I finally decided to play Bella's lullaby, since even though I disliked the movie, I couldn't deny that this piece was good. My fingers flew from key to key, my body just absorbing the music. I let myself fall in the melodies of the song and I instantly felt better.

I cursed myself when I hit a wrong note but still exhaled and started all over again. This time I made no mistake and I suddenly forgot why I stopped playing after all these months. Perhaps I was busy or playing piano reminded me so much of my mother.

As I hit the last key, I heard clapping from behind me and I turned around and saw Louis doing so with a huge smile on his face. He sat down beside me and started playing random notes as well.

"I didn't know you could play." He stated after a while.

"Well, the piano is here for a reason." I smiled faintly.

"I thought it just made as a good design to the house." He chuckled. His smile fainted after a while as he stared at me. "I'm sorry for pushing you last night."