Just Let Go (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twenty-Nine - The Answer!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Harry snagged my hand in his and lead the shocked stunned me from the now, chaotic room. I'm his real girlfriend now, hearing that was a surprise to me, but the real stunner was what he said after! What was he thinking? He can't quit One Direction. I could not let him turn away from his dreams because of me, my conscious would never be clear.

"Harry, Stop." I said as I yanked on my hand to slow it down. His grip tightened and he continued to pull me along. He didn't say anything, or even look at me as he took me through the hallways again. He was firm and somewhat rough, but he was not hurting me. "Harry!" I yelled when we stopped at the elevators. He turned and looked at me after he clicked the button that called the elevator, His green eyes burning from his encounter in the office. "Listen to me," I spoke at a normal tone again. "You can't quit One Direction like this."

"What else can I do? Clearly, from what I saw at the album release party, you were done. Done being here, done being with me." He paused he for a brief moment, like he was trying to suppress something. "I know that I caused the feelings to start bottling up but, Susan crossed the line." I looked away when he said this, would this not had happened if Harry was more sweeter to me? No, mean or sweet, this would not have happened because I would not have chosen to be offended. This happened because, I love Harry. I have earned that love makes you vulnerable, and hearing myself called a whore when I love him so much broke me down inside.

The elevator dinged at that time and he walked in dragging me along. When we were alone in the elevator, he spoke again. "I can't explain how I felt when I caught you in that corridor." His voice was soft. "And then when I found that you had tricked me and gone downstairs instead of up, seeing you on the cement like you were was the worst thing I could have ever seen." He turned away from me for a moment to compose himself. I placed my free hand gently on his shoulder to calm him. "I realized at that moment that I love you, Kristen. I love you so much that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Why do you insist on rejecting what I do for you? Can't you see I want to earn your forgiveness?"

"But Harry," I said as tears started to brim my eyes. "If you quit your dreams because of me, I would never be able to forgive myself." He gathered me in his arms and held me close. "It's okay." He said repeatedly, soothing me with his nearness and voice.

When we reached the bottom floor, Harry escorted me out of the elevator and toward the front door. Girls were out front holding One Direction signs and I pressed myself closer to Harry. "I know you don't want to go out there. Let me call a car quick." Harry quickly pulled out his cell and called a taxi. While we were waiting for it to arrive, the receptionist of the building came to us.

"Mr. Styles, you have been requested back upstairs." The woman said professionally.

"Tell them to call me when they come to a conclusion." Just then, our taxi arrived in front, Harry and I quickly left the building and entered the world of screaming fans. Harry was polite and smiled, but he sheltered me all the way to the cab. I slide across the seat and then he proceeded behind me as he told the driver his apartment address. Before I knew it, we were off and slowly, the fan girls screams died out.

We drove in silence back to the apartment my heart really started to calm down a bit but I was still quite shocked over what happened during the meeting and what Harry said in the elevator. What was going to happen now to Harry and One Direction? I hated being the problem and the cause of this mess. But, I also felt safe at how quickly Harry jumped up in my defense.

"Hey," Harry's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Instead of going back to the apartment, is it alright if I take you somewhere?"

The question came at a surprise to me since I thought he would be jittery for their response, but now that I was really looking at Harry, he seemed like his normal cool and collected self. "But what about the answer to what you said in the meeting?"