Ever Since New York - Harry Styles

twelve

Bleu Jones

I was getting ready when it hit me. I left my clothes at Harry's house — my dress and my outfit for his party. I still had Gemmas clothes as well, washed and ready for him. But, was I even gonna be able to give them back?

We were still civil with each other so I couldn't see why not. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, it was 3 pm so he should be awake by now.

It rang three times before the line went through. But it wasn't his voice, it was a girls.

"Hello?" She questioned.

"Hi, I thought this was Harrys phone? Sorry to call the wrong number." I apologized.

Before I could hang up she laughed, "Oh, this is Harry's phone. He's just cooking us breakfast, who is this?"

"It's Bleu, he'll know who I am. Just let him know I need my stuff." I quickly stated before hanging up.

There's only one person that could be right now.

Camille Rowe.

Harry Styles

"Was my phone ringing?" I ask Camille, since it sounded like my familiar ringtone.

"Yeah that chick named Bleu called? Probably just being a crazy fan, says she needs her stuff back." She shrugged.

"Oh - yeah. C-crazy fan." I muttered, focusing on breakfast.

Bleu was more than a crazy fan, but I had to get over her — if I told Camille I felt Bleu was more than a crazy fan there'd be nothing to help me.

"Moving on, do you want to go for lunch today? My manager wants us to go out." She smiled.

"Your manager wants us to go out? Do you not want to?" I questioned.

"You know what I want, Harry." She kissed me on the cheek before grabbing the eggs and bacon I had prepared for her.

I definitely know what she wants — and it wasn't what I originally thought it was. Now I'm reconsidering even my own wants.

But, I know what I need. I've messed up too much with Bleu. While she's a caring soul, she would never trust me again after that call for sure. Once the images broke as well, it was all done for. I had ruined everything, but maybe it was meant to be. Maybe I was meant to have done it.

But still, I needed to check up on her so I rang her phone back. It immediately went to voicemail and I knew she had blocked my number. What else did I expect? I sent Sarah her number and asked her to check in before joining Camille for breakfast.

Why can't I forget you Bleu Jones?

Bleu Jones

Unknown
Hey, it's Sarah Jones trying to reach out to Blue Jones lol.

Bleu
Hi Sarah — haha I didn't even make that connection with our last names before. What's up? How are u and the rest of the band?

Sarah
We're doing great B, I was surprised I never got your number till now but it's okay. We'll catch up for missed time. Are you free for lunch?

Bleu
Right now ? Are u still in NY ?

Sarah
Yeah! Let's meet at the cafe you always go to in 10 min. Sound good?

Bleu
See u then

I didn't even try to look good for the lunch. She'd see right through it anyways, so what was the point? My face was red and puffy, while I was clad in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I threw on a heavy jacket and went to exit my home till I was met with the flashing of cameras.

"Holy shit." I cursed as there was paparazzi outside my house.

I knew that Harry must have been spotted with Camille, otherwise they wouldn't have cared so much, and I regretted not trying to look good. It wasn't a quite a mob but there was a few guys but I could make my way to my car — so I did immediately and quickly.

As I got into my car, I hit my hand against the steering wheel in frustration. How could I let it get to this? I'm supposed to be what my parents want me to be — a lawyer who will build a life with someone like a doctor, not a girl who is hung up on a celebrity she met a week or so ago. I tried to shake off my thoughts as I pulled up outside the familiar cafe and saw Sarah inside already.

I went to the cashier and ordered an iced coffee and muffin before making my way towards Sarah. She smiled as soon as she saw me pulling me into a hug as best as she could with my hands full.

"It's good to see you, Sarah." I smiled.

"You as well. You don't look so good, are you alright?" She questioned.

"Compliment of the day." I teased as I picked at my muffin.

"Hold on this looks like my Instagram worthy." She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo, "I'm posting this."

"You just told me I look bad and now you're posting me? What an honor?" I joked.

She showed me her phone with the photo of me posted and a caption that read 'Sad muffins'. "Cheesy." I mumbled causing her to swat my arm.

"Seriously though, how are you?" She questioned.

"Did Harry tell you what happened?"

"No, he didn't actually. He said he messed up or something and once I saw Camille and him in the media I just knew. Plus, he wanted me to check up on you, but I won't tell him anything you don't want me to." She reassured me.

"I assumed they were seen together. There was paparazzi outside my home today." I admitted.

"That's crazy. They must love the fact you're a fan or something because I've never seen it that bad." Sarah shrugged.

"It's just unfair. Like I'm here just trying to become a lawyer for my parents and find a happy husband, but no. I have to run into Harry Styles, fall for Harry Styles, and then dump Harry Styles." I groaned.

Her mouth fell into an 'o' shape, "You dumped him?"

"Yeah. He was still in love with Camille, I didn't want to stay with someone who didn't feel completely the same as I did for them." I admitted.

She rubbed my arm reassuringly, "I'm sorry hun. But you don't need him. I'm here for the next week or so, I'll take your mind off of him. Do you have classes today?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p'.

"Looks like we're going shopping, Bluey!"