H A V E N
"So how's life been for you Mr.Styles?" His hand connected with mine as we walk towards my club. I don't even know why we are holding hands, he grabbed mine and I guess it felt good to have someone do something so small but so romantic.
"Don't call me Mr.Styles darling, makes me want to take you right here right now." He says seriously. Way to ruin the mood d.ick.
"Mr.Styles don't be so crude." I slap his arm. He lets out a breath and his eyes squeeze shut.
"You okay honey bee?" I ask. He nods lightly,
"I.. after I left Kentucky my company got an offer to move to London, Styles Corp. is now bigger than the company who brought me to London." He explains.
"Sounds intriguing, have you heard from your family?"
"Actually my family lives in Holmes Chapel, not so far from here compared to where I was."
"I needed that." I say suddenly.
"Needed what?" He tilts his head.
"I needed to know the reason why you left me, I thought it was me, the reason." I confess.
"God, no Baby, you know how much it hurt me to leave you." He replied solemnly.
"I didn't know that Harry, I thought I wasn't good enough for you, and I wasn't pretty enough, God I was so self conscious back then." I laugh breathlessly.
"I told you how much you meant to me." He defends.
"You told me you loved me and then you left me." I reply confidently.
"You may think you can waltz back into my life without a care in the world, but it doesn't work that way, I deserve to not be treated like s.hit, heaven knows I already had a relationship that ended like that. I want flowers, white roses even, I want to go on dates, I want romantic baths, I want to be the only girl you want to be with, I'm not going to be a rebound, I deserve this, and if you're not going to atleast try to give this to me, then you have no right to build a relationship with me." I finish. His eyes widen at my outburst.
"I don't know if I can give you that." He says quietly. I yank my hand out from his,
"Then you need to get the hell away from me." I state.
"Haven-" He begins.
"No, Harry! I deserve this, there's been too many people in my life who has walked all over me, my parents, my grandparents, kids at school! Hell I didn't even realise I would miss my parents when I moved! But I do! God I miss them so much." My voice breaks slightly. He seems to notice as I shove the key harshly into the lock and swing open the door.
"Go visit them?" He suggests.
"I don't think I want to visit a grave site." I spit and slam the door to my dressing room.
"Haven-"
"Harry, please leave."
"No."
"Harry, get the f.uck out!" I yell at him. His eyes turn dark and he steps forward.
"Have, stop." He demands and grips my wrist.
"Get the f.uck out Harry , I mean it!" I turn away from him.
"No way in hell am I leaving you like this." He states holding me tight to his chest. I struggle in his grip trying to be free.
"What? Broken? Damaged? In pain? Well congratulations Harry you've already done it before!" I jut my elbow into his stomach making him groan in pain and release me. I walk to the other side of the room and face the red faced man.
"It was 5 years ago!" He roars angrily.
"I don't care if it was 10 years ago! You still did it!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"Sorry doesn't f.ucking fix anything! I'm sorry your parents didn't stay home for your birthday, I'm sorry your grandparents didn't come to your recital, I'm sorry they left you, I'm sorry he left you, I'm sorry your parents passed away, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm f.ucking sorry!" I rant and plop on the chair and place my hands over my face.
My breathing gets heavier as I pour out all hate I've built up for the past 5 years.
"I love you Haven." He says quietly and kisses my head softly. I hear his boots on the floor as he walks out and obeys my command to leave me.
But did I actually want him to leave me alone? I think that's what scares me the most.
