Bad Boy Is Back [Harry Styles Fan Fiction] ON HOLD

Chapter - Sixteen

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Alyssa's P.O.V

I rested my head against the cold, glass of the car window. Starring at the countless buildings we passed by, and the countless trees. The rain droplets landed on the cool glass, falling down slowly. I let out a sigh, and wiped underneath my eye with one hand.

The car ride was silent, no radio, no talking, just complete and utter silence.

"Will you tell me what happened?" his voice was soft, and quiet.

I shook my head, keeping my gaze outside. "I don't have it in me."

My voice was so hoarse, and I'm almost certain I sounded completely broken and shattered. His confession tore me right down the middle, and then I broke into tiny little pieces that can't be put back together. The whole entire situation is ironic, and cliche. I feel like I'm in some romantic, and dramatic film.

My nose has to be red and my eyes had to be puffy by now, it's been at least a half an hour since I've called him and I feel like I'm already running out of tears. "I didn't know you lived down here." I murmured,

Taring my gaze from outside, I looked at him. "Well..." he began, "when I moved out of my parents house I decided I wanted to get as far away as possible."

I nodded, a broken and fake chuckle leaving my lips. "I know the feeling, but I regret it." I admit.

"What do you mean?" He asks curiously, glancing at me before turning his attention back to the road.

"I'm mad at myself," I say quietly, glancing out the window then back to whats in front of me. "I'm mad at myself for neglecting my relationship with my family." I began on telling him, "I mean family is everything,"

"Why'd you call me?" he blurted,

taken back by his question, I inhaled a slow breath and let it out even slower. "I-I don't know."

His hard gaze was still on the road. "I, um. I know I've neglected plenty of relationships of mine." I explain, "more than I care to admit."

"Did you call me to get back at him?" he looks at me for a split second, his gaze hard before once again keeping his attention on the rainy road.

I shook my head quickly, "no!"

"You're a good friend of mine, spite the bullshit." I tell him, "we've been through a lot too."

He didn't say anything, and before I knew it he was parking in a spot at some very tall and fancy looking building. My eyes traveled up and down it, examining it. Before I knew it he jogged toward my side of the car and opened the door, reaching out a hand for me to take. I gladly did, and was welcomed with the wet cold air, shrieking we ran toward the entrance.

"Lilian," he smiled, she gave him a flirty smile and wave. He brushed it and we were now in the elevator. Once we heard the ding, I followed him down the hall. Looking around, at every little thing.

"Welcome, to my home." He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stepped aside welcoming me in.

It was beautiful, it looked expensive to be honest. "Wow." I said amazed.

He nodded, "I know."

"How much does this cost?" I asked, he shrugged.

"I have a job that pays well." He muttered, biting the inside of my cheek I nodded my head. Rubbing my arm with my hand as I stood there unsure of what to do.

"I didn't mean to bring it u-"

"It's who I am, Alyssa." He told me, "there's nothing left for me to hide from you."

"there are plenty of things for anyone to h-"

"If you're scared of me, why did you call me?" He asked the same question again, slightly more harsh.

"I'm not scared of you." I whispered, letting out a sigh. "I appreciate all you've done for me, and I'm sorry."

"Zack, I'm sorry that I chose him. Believe me sometimes I wish that I didn't fall in love with him, sometimes I wish I never even laid eyes on that man."

Harry's P.O.V

Hearing the sound of the beer can opening made me anxious, but it wasn't long before I let the cold liquid fall down my throat. The same burning sensation taking over, the familiar warmth in my stomach increasing with each gulp.

I'm a foolish man, a man that loves deeply. No matter how much I deny it, no matter how tough I act I was always afraid of loosing her and I just let her slip through my fingers for unknown reasons. I'm indecisive and in denial with the way I feel, she was right. Four years, four years is a long time to decide to screw everything up all of a sudden.

I practically begged, no I did beg. I begged that women to take me back, I begged her to let me back in and prove my undying love for her. I broke away the barrier I'm sure she's built over the past three years, and begged her to let me back in and then I did it again.

I made her fall all over again, because I'm a selfish man. I've said it plenty of times before, with enough reasons behind it but this makes me the ultimate selfish man.

"A beer in hand, this must be bad." Zayn joked, a bag in his hand. He sets it down on the floor in front of the couch before sitting down.

"Headed to the fiances I see," I slurred, raising my drink in the air and taking another long sip. "Enjoy that shit while it lasts, my dear friend."

He sighed, leaning over his legs and looking me in the eye. "Mate, what happened?"

I shrugged, shaking my head. "What's done is done."

"What does that mean?"

Leaning up and setting my beer on the coffee table, I shrugged again. "It means that I'm the true fuck up everyone claims me to be, and that I did what everyone else wanted."

"Harry, despite what everyone says." He emphasized the word 'everyone' "we love you, and we love Alyssa. And we love you both together."

"I don't." I mumbled angrily, "I hate the way we are, or were."

"What did you do?" He asks again, sighing.

"I met up with Blake." I tell him, "again."

"Blake." He confirms. "your childhood love?"

I nodded, "she urged me to do it, man. She nearly pushed me to do it, so I did and-"

"And what." He interrupts my laughter.

"And I told the girl I love her." I laugh, a hysterical laugh that I think the alcohol might be pushing.

"Okay," he says slowly, "that's understandable its your first love, you just have to expl-"

"and then I told her the rest of the story." I interrupt him, grabbing my beer and gulping down the rest of it. "and she just didn't want to hear it anymore."

"Hear what?" He asks,

"And when I tried to explain myself, and reason with her. And fix the things I said that were misinterpreted." I tell him, "she kicked me out."

"And the evil bastard I am." I shake my head, another dry chuckle leaving my lips. "I took it as an opportunity,"

"You're drunk, I'll call her and I'll try to ex-"

I shook my head, interrupting him. "I took this as the opportunity, to egg on her hatred for me, to break her even more and let her go."

"I decided to let her go, man. To let her try and at least live a normal life."