Ever Since New York - Harry Styles

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Harry Styles

I found myself watching the video of Bleu's attack over and over that night. It felt unreal to me. I love my fans with all my heart - it seemed almost impossible that someone could do this to someone I was pictured with only three times in two days.

They had never done this to my other girlfriends, but I guess I had been a little more open with Bleu compared to the others. I just enjoyed her company. It was easy with her, it felt right. It felt nice. Plus, she was a fan of me so I'm sure they saw it as a threat to them.

I could feel myself falling for her, but I couldn't feel myself falling out of love with Camille. I wasn't sure how to - coming from a place of such hurt would usually prompt someone to fall out of love, but not me.

I groaned as I looked at the time. 4 am. Great. There was no way I could go to sleep now, my thoughts were racing way too much. So, I did the only thing that could calm me down right now. I went onto my balcony and wrote a song.

It was peaceful outside, the moon shining brightly through a blanket of clouds. No one else was out - I was happy for that. I had enough media for the rest of my life and I would enjoy never getting papped again, but I knew that couldn't be a reality.

After about an hour of writing a new song, it was 5 am. This was the fastest a song has come to me and it was all because of her. When I checked the time, 5 am, I realized I had to get ready to go onto the Today show. Almost as if Jeff had read my mind, he called me as I entered the house.

"Hello?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Are you getting ready?" He asked immediately. How did I know that'd be the first thing he said?

"Yup." I popped the 'p'.

"Okay good. Now, they're probably going to ask you about that girl who got attacked, now you can answer however you want but be prepared. You know what could happen if you confirm anything." He warned.

"Yeah, yeah I know. I'm ready. I'll see you when you pick me up, I have a new song to perform. Goodbye." I said before hanging up the phone so he couldn't disagree.

Good, now I have even more to worry about and have to teach my band a new song quickly.

Bleu Jones

"Bleu! Come watch this, your boyfriends on TV!" Rachal yelled from the living room.

I rolled my eyes, knowing she was talking about Harry, but came out to the living room. He was dressed in a cute brown jumper with a white shirt peaking out underneath, and a hat on top of his head. He was about to perform and he was in deep conversation with his band while they were playing something — but he wasn't singing yet. The crowd was going absolutely insane.

"He looks good." I admired.

"This is so unfair, you literally got the hottest man in the world." Rachal groaned.

"I'm telling Sam you said that." I stuck my tongue out at her and she shot up.

"You wouldn't dare." She squinted her eyes at me before we both burst out laughing. We both went silent the second we heard the announcers speaking.

"Today we have Harry Styles performing!" The crowd cheered, "He's gonna play his new single, and two never before heard songs from his upcoming album!"

"Hi!" Harry exclaimed into the microphone, "This is Sign of the Times!" The crowd cheered and he began to sing.

Before he could get the first lyric out, someone screamed in the crowd, "I LOVE YOU!"

He got flustered from the compliment and a huge smile appeared on his face as he chuckled slightly.

"What the hell? That was the cutest thing ever!" I exclaimed causing Rachal to laugh.

He began to sing while Rachal and I screamed the lyrics with him from our living room. Once he was finished, the crowd went wild and the Today Show people talked to him for a little bit. I didn't even realize what they were saying I was so focused on Harry.

Rachal smacked me out of my daze right as Harry spoke, "This is a new song I've come up with. It's called Ever Since New York."

My eyes widened and Rachal's jaw dropped, "Bleu. He wrote a song about you."

"Pfftttt. It's probably about New York hence the title." I scoffed but I had the feeling it really was about me.

She rolled her eyes as we listened to the song and she pointed out certain things.

"Brooklyn saw me empty at the news? The club was in Brooklyn and he was in the news the next day. There's no water inside this swimming pool? He has a swimming pool with no water. Didn't know you mentioned it though. Almost over? He's leaving soon." She gasped as she listened further, "You don't know nothing just pretend you do? He's hiding something from you."

It hit me. "He's not hiding anything. He still loves her."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Loves who?"

"I heard him say it to the boys at breakfast that day. That's why he said tell me something I don't already know. He knew he had to tell me as the boys told him to, he just didn't know when to. I tried to ignore it but I guess now I can't." Tears brimmed my eyes.

I really thought he would've lost feelings for her, it seemed as he did. All the nights and days we spent together. Watching our favorite movies, cuddling, kissing, doing what couples do. But all along, he wanted to do it with somebody else.

"Oh, hun. It's okay." She pulled me into a side hug, and we listened to the people speak on the TV.

"So, Harry you've been seen with a certain girl, Bleu Jones, and now you've written a song about New York that seems like it's about someone. Is this song about her?" The woman questioned.

Harry chuckled, "Bleu is an amazing girl, really. Nicest person I've ever met in my life, and a wonderful soul to be around. I think that songs are for whoever you want them to be about."

"Did you see her attack the other day?" The man interrupted.

"Yes. I did. It was heartbreaking to see." Harry frowned before changing the subject, "Alright, let's sing the last one. It's called Kiwi."

I turned the TV off abruptly and grabbed my keys. At least he didn't say anything rude about me or pretend he didn't know who I was — that's a good sign. But, I was still upset that I was being strung along. Is it that hard to be fucking honest?

"Where are you going?" Rachal asked worriedly.

"Harry's." I began to put my shoes on not caring that I was in sweatpants and an old sweater.

"He won't be home for at least an hour." Rachal argued.

"I'll make some stops beforehand. I'll see you later." I quickly said walking out of the house and to my Jeep.

I spent about forty five minutes going to Dunkin, the grocery store, and a book store before I made my way to Harrys house. There was no cars in the driveway so I knew he hadn't made it there yet. I parked my car and sat on his doorstep, iced coffee and a book in hand.

After what felt like forever but was only really about ten minutes, a car pulled up and Harry got out.

"Bleu? Is that you?"

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I know the songs were probably different when he performed but it's for my story so it's changed.