It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 42

HARRY’S POV

          She did accept Niall’s call that night and I can’t feel happier than I am at that moment when I heard her whining whisper of Niall’s name at the other end of the line.

          She didn’t know how nervous I was, though the lads were very supportive of me, except for Louis who keeps on giving what ifs to Niall.

          “She wouldn’t want this,” He contradicted for the never ending time in the dressing room. “What d’you say, Ni?”

          Niall was silent at first, “I was thinking ‘bout that, too, to be honest.”

          “Now, you’re on his side?” I groaned. I am shaking and I know anytime soon, if Louis’ mouth wouldn’t shut any minute I might break down and just crawl over that very squab at the end of the room.

          “Look at this,” Louis said, coming over me. “Can’t you see the reason in the first place why she didn’t introduce herself to you as one of the Miltons?” He furrowed his eyes as I gave him a cocking brow, does he really have to remind? “No offence bro, but that is because she wants her identity private and unknown. You should know that.” He said nonchalantly like that point never came crossing my brain. But it did. It’s really in the corner of my head that I just kept on pushing farther so I won’t back out. Besides, Zayn’s on the move already.

          “I can’t back out now.” I said exasperatedly.

          “So, you’re giving up?” Niall shouted.

          “Fuck you, two assholes.” I groaned louder and threw them whatever’s on my reach.

          “I guess. Just stick with the plan, Harry.” That was Liam talking, while putting his phone back down his pockets. “Sophia votes for a yes, too, btw.”

          “Finally,” I shouted dramatically raising my two hands up high while jumping around like an idiot just to release the beating adrenaline inside me. “Somebody’s with me. Thank god!”

          Zayn barged in the room as Liam left my hand hanging in front of him, asking for a nice high-five. I thought he’s with me?

          “How’d it go?” Niall asked before I even think of it. “Is she okay?” A slight sting struck me that he is so concerned with my girl. But I think I should get use to it. They’re best friends even before we met, we really met. So I don’t have the right to ask him to just leave out of her life. Besides, I know Niall makes her happy and I am so damn fucking okay with that.

          “She’s gonna ask you, about her grandmother and sister.” He whispered to himself exhaling.

          “WHAT?” I took big steps to face him and furiously looked him in the eye, holding up him thin shoulder.

          I heard the rest of the boys had their own reactions too, but Liam is too strong to make me sit on a chair in front of the massive mirror.

          “I’m sorry, man.” He apologized. “She has to know.”

          “Why can’t you just tell us what really happened there, Styles?” Liam asked and I can feel the four of them are starting to go against me, especially if they knew. But if I don’t speak at all, who would tell them? Charis’ grandmum and sister wouldn’t want her to get hurt. I think that would be enough to make them shut up about all that happened in the past.

          “Hold on,” I told them more relaxed. “Can we just solve one problem at a time and stick to the plan?” I said calmly, mocking Liam’s voice earlier and they agreed?

          “She’s with Jade and Perrie now. They’d definitely make her watch this.” Zayn informed.

          “Thanks, man. Sorry for shouting at you.”

          He scoffed and started taking off his shirt for the night’s interview.

          Later that night I tried calling her but she hasn’t answered any. I kept bugging Niall to call her and she hasn’t answered too. I’m starting to get really furious and my ass won’t calm down till I hear her voice. I’ve been dying to see her, to hold her, to talk to her, to see her smile because of me since that night I followed her to her incident. I wish I were the other Harry, or I were the wrong Harry Styles, but no, I’m not.

          I decided to call Perrie and thank god I have her number, but all I got is her voicemail too. I’m too shy to ask Zayn after what I did to him as soon as he barged in the dressing room. I was to demanding and too impolite. Fuck me.

          Two days had passed and neither me nor Niall had heard of her. There was also no news about her, or a sight of her. Only when the sports news came and said she’s flying to LA in a week for her six month-long training for her first ever professional racing.

          The entertainment news made me fuming, not because of what I did on our last interview but because it said, “…It’s now confirmed that Charis Lynn Nicholson-Milton was pulled out of the broadway…” What the hell! How can the producers do this to her? She had been so passionate about all of it. I saw her rehearse, I saw her give herself to all of the shit crap and this is what they are going to do?

          I didn’t know what occurred to me but the news made me drive and run up the roof deck of the studio where we met. I shouted as loud as I can and I don’t give a fuck who’s watching me or who can hear me. Because I am damn fucking mad. I am so damn selfish that I didn’t know what had been going on with her life. I am so damn fucking mad to myself that I wasn’t there to hold her and keep her warm and give her comfort. I’ll understand if she won’t communicate with me any longer. Who would want to talk to an idiot who made you feel like shit because of his self pity and pride? Oh fuck the hell out of me.

          After few minutes, I calmed myself and leaned onto the wall, trying to hide myself and let the bare cold wall eat me. I felt like sleeping as the sun is about to set, when I heard a loud thud and familiar sound of small steps coming near.

          I hid myself as soon as I laid my eyes to the figure steps in front of me, her back facing me. I smiled as she extends her hand to her sides, shoulder level and breathe in the cold breeze of London as the night is about to land.

          I smiled at the thought of how did I even decide to drive here when she’s maybe just, maybe on her way here too? Is this fate, bringing us closer? Is the world finally on our side? If yes, please good heavens, give me a sign and I’ll come rushing from her back and won’t let her go ever again, even if the odds will never be in our favor… that’s a promise I will never ever break, just give me sign.

Are you guys happy about the update? What are ypur thoughts? Mind sharing? Wjat do you think, Gran and Mel is up to when they talked to Harry, bring her to the hospital? Will they finally talk up at the roof deck or naaah? Pls pls pls, I would love to read your reactions,comments,theories and whatsoever.

Plus, I think this book will come to an end anytime soon.. Ooopsss. Would that make you sad or is it okay?

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