Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Nineteen

Harry's P.O.V

"Forgive me." She says.

"It won't work out, Alexa."

"We will make it work."

I turn around in frustration, pulling at the roots of my hair. "We can't! You have a job, I'm constantly in hospitals and clinics, it won't work." She nods, "Fine." I don't want it to be this way, I want to be with her more than anything, but it honestly won't work right now. On top of that, I'm not ready to forgive her for how she treated me when I went to try and fix things. "All this time I thought I was protecting you, Harry. But then I realised you were protecting me.. but now that protection is gone and-" She stops, "Nevermind." She turns on her heel and without saying anything walks to her car. 

 I walk back into the clinic and return to my room, honestly just wanting to sleep. I don't want to talk to anyone and I don't want to see anyone. She must think I'm mental to let her walk away after I was begging for her to take me back a few months ago, but it wouldn't work out. I know that this is truly what she wants too, she is just too afraid to admit that.  She was the only light I've ever known, she changed me. But if you love someone, you should never hurt them and I did hurt her which is why I can't forgive her - she should be the one forgiving me. 

Alexa's P.O.V 

I walk back into my home feeling defeated, confused and mostly sad after seeing Harry. I feel like I've lost a huge part of my life. Something about what just happened made it feel like that was really the end. I feel like I've lost him for good, and that scares me a lot. As soon as I put my bag down my phon rings, I pull it out of my pocket, answering without checking who it is. "Hello?" I say, frustrated. "Hey, it's Emily. Everything okay?" I sigh, "Yeah I'm fine. What's up?" She stays silent for a few moments, ".. There are rumours going around about you being in an abusive relationship, among other things about you and Harry. They're spreading quick so I have set up an interview for you, if you are willing to do it." No. No no no. The last thing I wanted was the public to have an opinion on Harry and I. And how on earth am I supposed to easily move on now? "Okay. When's the interview?" I'm hoping I can stay home for the rest of the week. "Tonight." Of course. "Alright, I'll head back now."  

I walk into my room and see Louis waiting on my bed. "Hey." He looks up from his phone, smiling slightly. "Hey." I frown, "Are you okay?" He puts his phone away and walks over to where I am, hugging me. "Yeah.. have you seen what people are saying about you?" I want to tell Louis the truth about where I just was, but I can't. I want to tell him that I'm not really over Harry, no matter how much I tried to convince myself I was. I want to tell him that I love Harry, not him. But I don't. "Yeah, Emily called me. I have to go home tonight for an interview so I can clear it all up." He nods, "Okay. Do you want to leave now?" I nod. We grab our bags and put them back in the car, and head back after saying goodbye to my parents. 

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I sit down accross from the interviewer and take a deep breath in hopes to stop my heart beating a million miles an hour. This would be a hundred times easier if I had Harry's support. "Alexa, thank you for coming to talk with me tonight." The interview says, with a fake smile. She would be mid thirties, and have short brunette hair. She seems nice enough, but I don't think she honestly cares about this interview all that much. "Thankyou for having me." I say. "Now there's been a lot of rumours going around about you the past few days, we think you might just be the most popular model in the world at the moment!" My stomach drops, I sure hope that's not true. I nod, and she continues. "So the question everyone wants to know, are you in a relationship with a young man who's name we believe is Harry Styles?" I shake my head, "No, I'm not." I want to say more, but I have no idea what to say. "Have you been in a relationship with him?" I sigh, was it really a relationship? "Yes." I decide to go with the easy answer, rather than actually explaining the history of Harry and I. "And from what we hear, Harry is in a mental clinic, and that is where you met him?" I close my eyes briefly, feeling frustrated with the picture she is painting of Harry. "He was in a clinic that I was working at, and that's how I met him." I grow more agitated by the minute at the fact that I have to share this story with the world. "So he's no longer in the clinic?" I shrug, "I'm not sure where he is currently." I lie. "Do you think this relationship has effected your career? I go to speak, and almost lie again, but I stop myself. I think for a moment, and then answer question, "Yes. Because in the end, when you lose somebody, the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody you cared about used to be." She smile sympathetically. "So you're saying your life is somewhat.. empty without him?" I nod, and feel tears fill my eyes.

"Yes."