Do You Remember Me? Harry Styles Love Story

Chapter 3

“Can you see the wise man simply

Living loving quietly

Every breath he takes eternity

Till the sun turns black?”

—

Ray LaMontagne, Till the Sun Turns Black

Ella’s POV

Why was I letting all this get into my head? I promised myself a long time ago that I would never let Harry in again. I proised myself to forget that dumb jerk once and for all. I promised I’d never see or talk to him again. Yet, here I am. Crying over him- for the second time today.

A part of me wants to talk things over, wants to regain the supposedly ‘unbreakable’ friendship that people labelled ‘Hella’ But then there’s the other part of me, the one who wants to give him a good punch to the face and ditch him from my life for good. That’s why I moved to London; little did I know that’s where Harry and his stupid friends live as well.

I finished my sandwich- my stomach not satisfied. But I wasn’t going to go over for pizza. I was going to stay strong. I need to get over Harry and I’s friendship because there’s not getting it back.

I pulled out my laptop and checked my Twitter and Tumblr. It had blown up with pictures of me and Harry at Starbucks, then me yelling at Zayn. The pictures were followed by horrible comments calling me a slut, whore and a groupie. This just gave me my final answer. There was no way I was getting back involved with Harry, him and his band cause too much drama- drama I could not take.

I heard a knock at the door and lazily got up to answer. And of course- there was Harry. With a guilty but cheeky grin of his face, and a plate full of pizza in his hands.

“Just in case you get hungry… I brought you this.” He said shyly and pushed the plate towards me.

I pushed it back, “I’m stuffed actua-” the growling of my stomach interrupted me and I smiled weakly.

“Yes, clearly you’re not hungry, my mistake,” he smiled,

“But if you get hungry, it’ll be right here.” He bent down and set the plate down in front of my door, then stood up and walked back to his door. I waited until he was inside to take the pizza and shut my door.

***

I woke up to a loud knock on my door. I rolled out of bed, and answered the door. There was Harry with a Starbucks coffee in one hand and my newspaper in the other. “I see you ate the pizza.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I said and started shutting the door.

He put his hand out to stop me, “Wait. I brought you a coffee.”

“No thanks.” I said coldly and shut the door on him. I felt slightly bad, but to be honest I felt proud. I said no to Harry and it took no effort. Maybe keeping him out of my life wouldn’t be so hard after all.

It wasn’t until after I finished getting ready for the day when I realized that I needed the paper to look for a job. I walked over to Harry’s place and kept whacking until he answered.

“Wha-”

I interrupted him, “Give me my newspaper, Styles.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” he said sarcastically and smiled.

“Harry I don’t have time for this, give me my newspaper.” I yelled and the smiled on his face faded. He said nothing as he went inside his flat, brought the newspapers and handed it to me. “Thank you” I said with no expression as he shut the door.