Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Chapter 10: Azeelia

"Can I come in?" He was rocking back and forth on his heels, hands deep in his pockets. He wasn't even looking at me, he was just peering through his eyelashes.

"Yeah, sure."

I turned on my toes and walked into the hotel room. I could hear Harry's large feet tap the ground as he walked. When I entered my bedroom I flopped down on my bed, exhaustion taking over. I really wanted to change from these stupid jeans, really I wanted to burn them. I'll just have to rely on sweatpants if I don't wanna walk around in Niall's jeans.

I sighed and felt the bed sink. I turned my head to be met with a pair of nervous green eyes. 

I'd be nervous too. Not knowing what mood would come next, not knowing whether I'll lash out on him, or ask him to hold me.

I got up off the bed, running to my suitcase for pajamas. I felt Harry watching me. Once I found them I glowered at Harry. He was not going to watch me change.

"Harry, I'm changing." All he did was stay put and nod.

"I realized that."

"Well can't you leave? You can come back in after." I told him, I saw an enormous amount of pain flash in his features.

"I'm not leaving because my wife is changing." He said sternly.

"Leave."

"No! You are my wife! You've got nothing to hid, nothing I haven't seen!"

"Harry I asked you to leave.."

"I'm not letting this marriage fall apart! I won't Azeelia."

"Harry, its already in ruins. There isn't anything you can do."

"Why don't you let me love you then? You're always pushing me away! Just let me love you. It's not that hard."

"It is when I'm the one that gets broken in the end!" I screamed at him, grabbing my pajamas and storming into the bathroom across the hall.

I had changed, I desperately wanted to tie up my hair. Why had I cut it?

Because of Harry.

Why was I a married women without a husband?

Because of Harry.

Why was I going to spend five months pregnant, without the loving support I need?

Because of Harry.

I let out an exasperated sigh and left the bathroom.

"Azeelia? What's wrong, love?" I turned to see Liam, his big brown eyes filled with concern.

"Harry, that's what's wrong." I said, rubbing my forehead.

"It'll get better love, you guys just have to work it out." I finally got a look at Liam. He looked terrible. His eyes were glasses and red, worry lines creased into anywhere they'd fit. His quiff wasn't so up, it was flipping against his forehead.

"Li Li? What happened?" I said, running towards him with open arms. I engulfed his fit body in mine, squeezing his sides.

"Danielle broke up with me." He sobbed into my shoulder.

"Oh, Lee! I'm so sorry! Omigosh! That's terrible! What can I do? Omigosh, you guys broke up? Like, what? What can I do? Do you want coffee? Payzer broke up...?"

I rambled, not realized the Wolverhampton boy could hear me.

I heard his laugh between sobs. "You don't need to do anything. I just need to be alone." He said, leaving my arms and sulking into his room.

I felt bad for Liam. He didn't deserve that. Not at all. I too, sulked down the hallway and into my room. The moonlight outline Harry's silhouette, the dim lighting darkening his face. I sighed and walked all the way into my room, closing the door behind me. I leaned against the wall opposite to the bed Harry was perched on. The very awkward silence wrapping around me and squeezing my insides.

This is what we had become.  

Strangers.

"I don't want to fight with you." He breathed, his voice barley audible.

"Wanna know something?" I say, taking his silence as an answer.

"When I was younger, 11 or 12, I thought no one would love me."

"Azeelia.."

I know he knew where this was going, I told him this kind of stuff.

"I never thought anybody would know l have freckles under my eyes, or that I have a birthmark on my thumb, and pinky. Or that I have a slight gap between my front teeth.

"Maybe you don't know those things, I don't expect you to, yet. But I always wanted someone to know me inside and out. Be my other half, I thought that was you.

"I still think its you. But lately, you've been proving me wrong."

I finished with tears pricking my eyes. I swiped my hand under my eyes, drying the tears. Then I started to laugh. My chuckles filling the air, Harry's unamused expression evident.

I was still laughing when I was brought into a pair of strong arms.

I was still laughing when he repeated the same words over and over, "it'll be okay,"

I was still laughing when he kissed my forehead.

But, that's when I broke down.

I couldn't handle it all. The baby, Harry, Harry's 'fake girlfriend', fame, my weight, the boys, my life. I just wanted all the stress to go away.

I felt my feet living the ground, but I didn't bother to check. I was either going to heaven, or in Harry's arms. And the beat against my chest told me I wasn't going to meet Jesus.

I was placed on to my soft hotel bed. I was curled into a ball, my tears soaking my arm.

"I feel like I'm in a soap opera." I whispered, chuckling inwardly.

"Clique," Harry said, I felt his body mold into mine, his arm crushing me to his front.

"Very,"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I'm a hormonal pregnant lady with a life right out if a 12 year old girls fanfiction."

He chuckled, his warm breath hitting my neck. Goose bumps erupting in my arm.

"Azeelia, I have something to tell you."

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AH CLIFFHANGER.

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