PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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P H O E B E

m o n d a y
1 2 p m

"So when are you gonna tell Jack?" Laurence appears from no where.

"Fuck!" I cover my heart with my hand. "You can't appear out of no where like that."

"Sorry."

"Tell Jack what?" Laurence sits on my chair and he laughs at my question.

"That you're fucking another man. Or shall I say.. boy." I hit Laurence and glared at him.

"Be quiet." I hiss, then realised reality. "I don't know... what if things between me and Harry don't work? Like... Harry probably just likes shagging me and that's it and I suddenly have feelings that I don't even know are real." I rub my hands over his face.

"Whether you like Harry or not, or whether Harry likes you back or not, you still hate Jack. Jacks the biggest cock, who's real cock doesn't satisfy you. That's okay! Sometimes it just takes another cock to realise that. And whether you stay with that other lovely cock or not, you've still got away from the biggest cock of a person." Laurence rambles and I furrow my eyebrows.

"That didn't make sense... but also makes sense at the same time."

"I know." He smirks. "If you're worried about the house, you rented a flat before, you can do it again! Or you can stay with me... or Lola. Ending things is way, long overdue. I'm thanking this Harry guy for this."

I hum, resting my head on my hand.

"So who are you seeing?" I take the attention off me.

"You're never gonna guess what happened Saturday night." Laurence said.

"What?"

"I had a threesome! With two girls." He whispered and I gasp.

"Laurence! You'd sneaky man." I bite my lip. "So how was that?"

"Pussy is god." He kissed his fingers and I laugh at him.

"I thought you said Ansels dick was god?" Laurence had slept with answered many times, saying no man will ever beat him.

"Oh his is god too. But... pussy is superior."

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w e d n e s d a y
8 p m

"We had pasta Monday." Jack says and I look up from my plate. He sits down at the table.

"You're lucky you have food on a plate." I raise an eyebrow at him. "I could just not make anything, leave you to make it when you get home after your tiring day at work." My sarcasm came out and I take a mouthful of my delish, creamy pasta.

"You on your period?" He asks me, chuckling.

"You know I'm not, Jack. I've had the injection as you know, so don't make cocky remarks like that. It's just you that makes me like this." I say, not even looking at him.

"What? I didn't say anything." He says.

I choose not to answer, taking a sip from my wine.

"I don't mind making dinner, anyway. I know for sure that it'll be a hell of a lot healthier than the dinners you make. Maybe then, you can loose the weight you keep complaining about."

I stand from my chair, letting it scratch along the floor.

"How many times do I say," he huffs. "Stop scratching the chair across the floor. I can see marks already."

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" I shout, surprising him. "All you ever do is moan moan moan. You moan about what I eat, you moan about what I do. You moan about work, about how tired you are. You moan in my fucking ear as you're getting yourself off, whilst I fake an orgasm." I spit and he looks surprised again.

It goes silent.

"I-"

"Actually, I don't wanna hear it. You can tidy up, I'm going out." I finish my wine and slam it down on the table.

Jack didn't say a word as I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my phone and left. I couldn't help the tears as I stormed my way to the park, to the hiding spot in which Harry showed me.

The tears rolled down my cheeks as I made my way through the park. I let myself into this mess, and I can't find the balls to make my way out.

I drop down onto the log and look out at London in front of me, my heart finding a way to warm at the sunset.

My mind plays me and I look down at my thighs. Maybe Jack is only trying to help me out. I felt dramatic. He had work all day, which he's stressed about, says one thing because he's probably bored of pasta and I blew up at him.

I shook that thought away. It was much worse than that.

I think. I worry that I'm being over dramatic.

"Phoebe?"

I shout curses and jump up, turning around. "Harry, oh god." My hand covers my heart for the second time this week. I need to stop letting my thoughts take over.

"You're crying?" He asks and I sat back on the log.

"Yeah. I am." I let out a shaky sigh, watching the sun start to slowly disappear.

"... why?" Harry sits next to me, close enough that his thigh was touching mine.

"I'm being dramatic." I shake my head.

"I'm sure you're not." He frowns.

"Why are you here?" I wipe my cheek with the sleeve of my lilac jumper.

He waves his hand, "don't worry about me. I'm fine, just needed time away from the boys. Didn't expect to see you here."

"Oh." Sniffling, I look back to the view of London.

"Rant." He tells me and I sigh.

"Honestly, it's stup-"

"Rant."

I smile, picking at the sleeve of my jumper. "Jack is a tosser."

"Rant over. That was fantastic." Hardy claps and I laugh, throwing my head back. "I'm kidding. Continue."

"Partners are supposed to be there for each other." I felt slightly awkward speaking about Jack in front of the guy I was also shagging, but brushed it off. "He's just... never there for me. Obviously, he paid for the majority of the house and I'm so grateful. I love the house, but not him. He speaks to me as if he's my personal fucking trainer. 'You can't eat that', 'eat this instead', 'you need to exercise more'. You know what he replies to me if I tell him I think I'm fat? 'You should exercise more babe. I noticed the difference' or even, 'yeah I noticed the difference since you've stopped working out and drinking more wine'. Harry... I do the food shop by myself all the time because he cuts out anything unhealthy to help me. I mean... who the fuck does that?!?" I rant.

Harry opens his mouth to speak.

"He doesn't let me have an opinion on anything. He shags me just 'cos he is hard. I doubt it's because he thinks I'm sexy. He doesn't even let me finish, I've faked it ever since we got together. Before you, I hadn't had an orgasm in years. He makes me feel guilty if I ever used my hand to get myself off. Jack hates it when I go out, because he hates going out in general unless he feels like he probably should, or has to." I take a breath.

"Wow." Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I'm conclusion, he's a fucking arsehole." I chuckle and clasp my hands together.

Harry turns to face me more. "You can't carry on being treated like that. You're the most passionate and amazing girl I know. You're beautiful, your weight is perfect, please don't change..." He seems lost for words. "Have you thought about ending things with him?"

I nod. "I will."

"You will?" He raises his eyebrows.

I nod again.

"Thank god. I want you all to myself."

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