Your Love (Harry Styles AU)

Call Her - Part 18

Harry cracked another beer open before walking back over to his couch. His living room was filled with take away boxes and empty beer bottles. To say Harry was taking the rumors of you being seen out and about with your ex, hard, would be an understatement. He was miserable, absolutely fucking miserable. He tried his best to stay away from any social media in case there were more photos of you with your ex, but it didn't help get the pictures he did see out of his head.

The pictures weren't all that bad. It's not like you were kissing him or dancing on him, but you did leave the club with him, looking quite drunk, and you left in the same car as him. Harry didn't want to assume the worst, but he did. He didn't know what hurt worse, seeing you with someone else or feeling as if neither he nor the time you two shared meant anything to you if you were just so okay with being with someone else.

However, Harry was the one who walked away. He left your hotel room and didn't try to contact you after. He left the note, briefly explaining he needed to work on some personal things, but maybe he just wasn't worth waiting for. There was a knock on his door, well it was more like a bang on his door, just as he took another swig of his beer. Harry wasn't much a beer drinker, sure he'd have one every so often or while he watched football or went out to a pub, but right now, his liver was wishing he would never drink again.

"Fuck off!" Harry snapped to whoever stood behind the door.

"Don't tell me to fuck off, Harry Edward Styles! Open the damn door! I just bought these heels or else I'd kick the fucking door in!" Gemma shouted from the other side.

Harry rolled his eyes, finishing off the last bit of beer in the bottle before getting up and walking over to the door. He turned the lock on the doorknob and pulled the chain off. He didn't even bother opening the door before sitting back down. His sister turned the knob and pushed the door open.

"Bloody hell, have you showered? Or take the garbage out?" She mumbled walking inside.

Harry shrugged adding the now empty beer bottle onto the coffee table in front of him alongside the others.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Mum and I've been trying to call you, but you won't answer the fucking phone," she said.

"Been busy," he said.

"What? Feeding your fucking face or getting shitfaced?" She said.

"Exactly," he said. "Why are you here?"

"Because you're my baby brother and I'm checking up on you," she said. "Which I'm glad I did because you'd probably be dead in a few days from the filth in this flat."

"It's not that bad," he mumbled.

"It looks like you had a rager in here and it's only been you, so yeah, it's fucking that bad," she said. "I'll clean this shit up, while you go shower. Between you smelling like ass and the rotting Chinese food, I can barely breathe."

"You're so fucking dramatic," he said.

"Says the guy living like this over a girl," she said. "A girl you barely even fucking knew."

"I knew her well enough to know that I really liked her!" He snapped. "I knew that I've never felt what I've felt with her with anyone else!"

"Then why did you break up with her?" Gemma asked.

"Because everyone practically told me I should!" He snapped. "God, everyone around us kept saying we were moving too fucking fast. Plus, I felt like I didn't fit into her world because my big sister among others fucking pointed it out. So I started doubting myself and feeling self-conscious about everything and I left. And now she's probably out fucking someone else, who fits into her world, so I guess you ended up being right."

Before Gemma could say anything, Harry pushed himself off the couch and went into the other room.

**

"Please, please, please tell me you didn't fuck him," Rachel asked.

"Who?" You asked.

"You know exactly who," she said. "The who you were pictured leaving a fucking club with. A club we weren't invited to, might I add."

You rolled your eyes, "First of all, I'm sorry, I just wanted a night to myself, and two, I can't believe you honestly would think I'd fuck my ex, again... and three, yes we left together, but we didn't leave together."

"Okay, but why did you leave together though?" She asked.

"Because the cameras were a bit much. My car wasn't there yet, so he just offered me a ride in his. It was either that or leave me to fend for myself in the pack of wolves," you shrugged.

"Well, damn, why couldn't he have shown that sort of chivalry when you two were actually dating," she mumbled.

"It's nice to see he grew up a little bit," you laughed.

"Anyway, so what to let me in on why you went to the club in the first place?" She asked.

You sighed picking at your food on the plate, "Ever since Harry left, I've been feeling like shit and crying and I just had enough of it. I needed a night to get away from what I was feeling... I felt like if y'all went... I would have heard a told you so or something."

"You know, we really feel bad about what we said," she sighed. "We do think you two moved a little fast, but we didn't really want this to happen."

"I know and it's not your fault," you said. "I still don't really know why he left..."

"Didn't you say he left a note?" She asked.

You nodded, "But I haven't read it, yet."

"What the fuck, Y/N? That could be your answer right fucking there and you're not going to read it?" She said.

"I just can't bring myself to do it," you mumbled.

"Well, give me the fucking letter and I'll read it," she said.

"I don't have it with me right now," you rolled your eyes.

"As soon as we get back to the room then," she said. "Anyway, do you think Harry's seen the pictures?"

You sighed nodding, "I mean it's hard not to see them and plus I heard Nick announce the rumor's on the breakfast show... which I'm really hoping that was a day Harry was off."

"Yeah, but Nick's his best friend, so he probably knows," she said. "Don't you think you should reach out to him, maybe tell him the situation."

"He walked out on me," you mumbled. "I don't need to explain myself to him."

"Y/N," she said.

"Just drop it, okay?" You whispered.

She sighed putting her hands up in defense, "Okay, okay, but I think you should."

You sighed shaking your head and going back to the food on your plate.

**

By the time Harry got out of the shower and redressed, Gemma had already cleared off the coffee table and threw all the food boxes in the bin.

"Feel better? Because you definitely smell better," she said.

He shrugged and sat back on the couch. Gemma sighed and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I only said what I said before because I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Well, good fucking job on making sure that didn't happen," he mumbled.

"Have you tried calling her and talking to her about everything?" She asked.

"I don't exactly want to hear how she's moved on and how I meant nothing to her," he said.

"Now, that is a lie," she said. "I know I only saw you two together once or twice, but I saw the way she was with you and she cared for you. I think maybe this situation is just some miscommunication."

He sighed running his hands over his face, "I don't know."

"Well, you better figure it out, because I've called her," Gemma said handing him his phone, with your name on the screen as it rings.