Kiwi | Harry Styles

Sixty-Three

Jessi

The moment we touched down in London. That is when everything got crazy. The paparazzi had been waiting for us at the airport. Unbeknownst to me and Dougie, there were pictures of us kissing at New Year all over the papers here and as well as that some pictures from a photoshoot Dougie had done before we left New York had been leaked too. That wouldn't have been so bad except again unknown to both of us the pictures had been taken while he and I talked between shots, the one where he squeezed my ass seemed to be the main one people were focused on.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay at my house?" Dougie asked for about the tenth time when we pulled up outside my hotel.

"I'll be fine here besides if somebody sees me arriving at yours it'll just make everything a million times worse." I sighed.

"Okay, well call me if you change your mind?" He leaned over and gently kissed my lips.

"I will do." I grabbed my bag and climbed out the car and hurried into the hotel. There was just one thing on my mind, only one person's thoughts on all this that really mattered to me. I didn't want Harry to find out like this. I'd tried to call him several times after New Year but he never answered. I headed to the lift once I'd checked in and pulled out my phone. Pick up, Harry. Please pick up!

But just like before there was no answer. I didn't know what else to do. I suppose I could find out where he is and go speak to him but if he didn't even answer my phone call, then I doubt he'd want to see me. I let myself into my hotel room and closed the door behind me. What the hell have you done, Jessi?

I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard my phone ring in my hand. I looked down and my heart started racing when I saw it was Harry.

"Hi!" I answered, not knowing what to expect.

"HI? Fucking Hi? Is that it?" He yelled.

"Obviously, hi isn't all I was going to say." I snapped. "It's generally how people start a conversation though."

"What the fuck is this shit, Jess?" He was still yelling.

"I'm sorry. I tried to call you."

"Well, you didn't try hard enough." He snapped.

"You never answered." I snapped back.

"Well, how was I supposed to know you were going to tell me you were off fucking Dougie fucking Poynter?" He was back to yelling.

"I'm not - we haven't." I trailed off and for a moment neither of us said anything.

"Do you know what really pisses me off?" He yelled at me again.

"N-no" I sighed, wishing he'd stop yelling at me.

"What really pisses me off is you broke up with me because you supposedly didn't like the press intrusion, right?" He didn't pause long enough for me to answer. "And now here you are snogging the face off Dougie in front of the paps and posing for a fucking photo shoot. So tell me, Jess, was it just me you didn't want to be seen with? Months I spent beating myself up for subjecting you to that and it turns out it was just a load of bullshit!"

"That's not true - I -" I tried to protest.

"Are you trying to say those photos are fake? Don't bullshit me, Jess, I know you well enough to know it's you in those photos." He seriously hadn't stopped yelling.

"That's not what I'm saying. Can you let -"

"Well then, what are you saying? You know what? Forget it! Just leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to hear from you ever again, you got it?" I felt my heart physically stop beating, like someone had ripped it from my chest, leaving nothing but a great big hole.