MARINES OUTFIT IN THE EXTERNAL LINK
Marines POV
“Same.” Electra says as Robbie sees Georgia’s orange legs. It’s the night before Harry’s house warming and Electra and I are having a sleepover, watching Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging, our sleepover tradition.
It reaches the climax of the pool scene, and Electra and I grab each others hands, freaking out per usual, never getting used to the best scene in the whole movie even though we have watched it like 80 times.
“Fuck he’s so gorgeous.” I squeal.
“I know right.” Electra replies, her body tense.
I reach for some popcorn when the doorbell rings, stopping me in my tracks. Electra groans and gets up from the couch, walking to get the door.
I continue to sit on the couch and fall into a daydream for a bit until I hear the words, “Ivy, are you okay?” I shift my body around to face the door, where I see Electra giving Ivy a hug, and inviting her inside. I slowly stand up in confusion and head to Ivy, who is on the verge of tears.
“Hey Ivy is everything okay?” I say, consoling her by rubbing her back and giving her space on the couch next to me. Electra then sits on the other side of Ivy. Ivy then begins to tear up, concerning Electra and I.
“I think Harry and I broke up.” She sniffles and my eyes widen and heart stops. Suddenly, a rush of blood kicks in and my heart pounds against my chest.
“What?” I reply; panic laced in my voice.
“Well, he technically said it was a ‘break’ but I knew, I could tell from his eyes, that it was over.” She says, going into another cry. We give her a hugs, giving quick looks to each other as we do so.
“What happened?” Electra asks.
Ivy sniffles and we hand her a tissue, “I don’t know, well we went out for dinner and I was talking to him about stuff and he looked a bit dazed and he said, ‘I think we need to take a break.’ I was so confused. He said that I couldn’t give him what he wants, that he wants more. Apparently our relationship was purely sexual and he couldn’t feel a connection, mentally and physically, with me. He also said that he couldn’t provide me with what I need in a relationship and that I ‘deserved better.’ But how can you do better than Harry Styles? Our relationship wasn’t complicated I mean it was fun being with him and in his life. I then asked him what he meant by connection and he just said that he had felt this ‘thing’ before and he was looking for that with me and basically with anyone and he couldn’t find it.” Ivy sighs,
“I think there was another girl before me, or maybe now. He just kept talking about this connection were you just feel this pull when you look in each others eyes and all you want to do is talk to them and sleep with them and it’s not even about sex. I don’t know what he was talking about; he wasn’t himself. Or maybe he was and I never knew him.”
I cant breathe while she talks. I am trying but it is so damn hard when I hear Ivy talk about a “connection” and “another girl.” Electra’s eyes are widen at times, knowing that great likely hood that Harry might have broken up with Ivy because of what I told him. I didn’t actually think he was going to do it! And because of me? I don’t think he still has real feelings for me anymore? He’s referring to the past, a previous connection that he can’t seem to get out of his mind….
Fuck.
Ivy then goes on and on about her Harry moments talking about how much she hates and loves him and wants to kill him but have sex with him all at the same time. She then decides out of anger and adrenaline to go to a club, get drunk, and hookup with some hot guy who is ‘hotter than Harry.’ She asks us to join but we both decline.
“Harry is totally crazy about you. He broke up with Ivy for you.”
“It wasn’t for me! It was for himself, like he said she couldn’t give him what he wants.”
“What he wants is you Marine.” Electra exclaims and I stay quiet. No, NO, I can’t fall into this again. I am not going back into his arms once the other girl is out of the picture. I am not that person.
“But what he did to you is too big of an asshole move, so I recommend to keep away.” Electra surprisingly says after a pause.
I agree with her because it’s what I want to believe, to convince myself, but why are there so many forces pulling us together? I am so confused whether I should take the hint or keep resisting.
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NIGHT OF HARRY’S HOUSE WARMING
I get dressed into a black oversized jersey shirt, big enough to be a dress and classy enough not to look like a nightgown. I grab these really tricked out cut out boots I got a week ago and put them on my feet. I don’t do anything special, it’s just Harry. Electra is picking me up in five minutes to go to the warming because she knows how bad the timing is to be around him. I am terrified of going, but I got to prove to myself that I am okay with him being ‘around’, I guess.
A few minutes later Electra calls me telling me she is downstairs. I grab my pouch and run downstairs. Louis has already gone and said he would meet me there later.
I go downstairs to the lobby, greeting Sal as he promises to return the book I lent him. Electra is waiting in her car and I get in. I take a few breaths and look at her.
“You ready?” she asks and I nod my head no.
“Well it’s too late now.” She smirks, and I furrow my eyebrows.
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“I think this is it…” I say, pointing at a tall rustic building. We are in Tribeca, one of the most posh neighborhoods in Manhattan. It takes us forever to find a parking spot because- surprise; surprise- a lot of people (Harry’s “friends”) are here. My heart starts to beat faster and faster as we get closer to the building. Electra gets a hold of my hand and it calms me down.
“I think he’s the penthouse,” Electra reads off her phone. We get in the elevator as well with a few other people. The elevator doors open and suddenly, we are in Harry’s new home.
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SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE AS WELL AS THE SHORT CHAPTER! THE CHAPTER IS SUPPOSED TO BE MUCH LONGER BUT i didnt have much time to finish it so i wanted to give you guys at least something. I AM PLANNING TO UPDATE WITH THE REST TMW OR IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS! ENJOY MY LOVELIES
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Fanfiction"one day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers.And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass...