Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

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Harry

Melanie spent the rest of the night as if she didn't just confess her feelings to me. She admitted she still loves me and I don't know what to do. I love Jasmine but my feelings for Melanie are just as strong. The last thing I want is to hurt either one of them.

As Jasmine does her job Kate surprisingly been great company. I guess her being married changed her or maybe she just mature as she got older, probably both. She came alone to the wedding since her husband is away on business. He wanted to come but this trip came out of no where and she told him to go since he could get promoted.

"So how'd you know you know you wanted to marry your husband?" Melanie question got me to think that my reasons for marrying Jasmine are no longer the same from when I asked her.

"Well, he saw me the way no one else did. He saw me for me, and I know that sounds corny but it's true. And though he drives me crazy he pushes me to be better and I think I do the same for him. We understand each other in ways my exes could never understand me."

"Do you think love is a enough to marry someone?"

"Yes for some but I think marriage is more than that. Marriage is a partnership, being able to hold each other up, and having trust in each other. If you can't do that it might not last just on love." I nod understanding what she's saying.

Jasmine already doesn't trust me, and it seems like we're in a ditch that neither of us can climb out of. I worry about the fate of our relationship since we can't seem to get out of this rut. Should we be getting married?

I watch Zayn and Melanie dance together on the dance floor with a huge grin on her face. She seems to be having fun and the way she looks at him, I wouldn't have guessed her still having feelings for me.

This is not an easy choice because if I go to Melanie's room tonight I'll be throwing away my relationship with Jasmine. But if I don't I might regret not knowing what could've happened. There's no denying that there's this force that pulls us together like magnets, but I don't know if it's enough. She left me last time and that's all we had. With Jasmine their is a stability that Melanie and I didn't have.

I go to the bar and stare at the drink in my hands. I haven't had a drop of alcohol in four years and I came close after my father died, but Melanie stopped me. However, I don't think I can get through this night without a drink. The rim touches my lips and I tilt my head back downing every once. Zayn kisses Melanie and I ask for two more. By the time Kelly and Nate were about to leave and reception was ending I've had seven glasses of whiskey.  Jasmine waves goodbye to Melanie and hugs Zayn goodbye before walking over to me.

"Okay, Harry I'm going pack up and we can go alright," Jasmine says.

"Wouldn't you rather go and leave with Zayn," I seethe.

"What?"

"You heard me, you were all over him," I shout and people stare at us.

"Have you been drinking?" She gasps picking up the glass beside me. "Harry you were doing so great."

"Don't change the subject, you've fucked Zayn before!"

"No I haven't! Stop acting like an obnoxious drunk. We're only friends. If anything I should be grilling you about gawking at Melanie all night." Huh? I didn't think she was paying attention to me.

"I wasn't gawking—"

"Yes you were! Ugh I don't want to argue with you while you're drunk. Let's just go home and we can talk in the morning."

"No, you don't trust me anymore."

"I never said that—"

"You didn't have to. I see it all over your face anytime I'm talking to another woman."

"Look, I'm too tired for this right now. I'll be staying at Marla's tonight. Call me when you're sober." She pulls out her phone and calls her sister before leaving. I go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face.

"Fuck!" I shout. Why did I even say all that? She's probably going to leave me tomorrow.

I sit outside and weigh my options. I can call an Uber or Gemma. Never mind, it midnight Gemma won't be up. Also, I don't know if I'm in the mood to go home and sleep in a bed alone. I haven't since Jasmine came back from her trip and I've been loving having someone next to me. If I go home I'll be alone. I look up at the hotel and think about Melanie. She said I should come to see her but how do I know she didn't change her mind and Zayn is with her. They looked pretty content when they left the ballroom together.

I sit down again and finish my bottle of water trying to sober up. Pulling out my wallet I dig to find a folded up photograph I had in there for years. It's Melanie and me at the London Eye and she's kissing my cheek. We took three photos that day an innocent one for our parents and one of us actually kissing, but Melanie has the other two. Well I think she does she could've trashed them after our breakup. Sighing, I put my head in between my knees and closing my eyes.

The smell of vanilla enter the room, and Melanie's smiles before pulling me out of bed.

"C'mon, Harry were going to explore London today."

"Why, we've both been before," I wipe my eyes.

"Yeah, but we haven't been there together. Imagine it a day to get away from everyone and get to do this." She climbs on my lab and kisses me.

"Hm, you make a compelling argument. I think I need another kiss for me to decide." She grins shaking her head and kisses me again. I roll us over and pin her to the bed. Pulling away, I look down at her beautiful eyes.

"I love the idea of getting away, but I have so many things I want to do with you that's illegal to do in public," I smirk. She playfully rolls her eyes.

"Please Harry, we can do whatever you want after," Melanie pouts.

"Alright, we can go." She cheers before getting out of my hold and leaving my room.

Raindrops start falling down at a heavy rate and thunder and lightning strikes. I jump up not realizing I had dozed off for a second. I rush inside soaking wet.

Of all the things I could've dreamed about why did it have to be about Melanie. Because you love her you idiot.

I go to the bathroom and ring my blazer some water releasing from the fabric. The photo of Melanie and I falls to the ground and I pick up the damp picture. I can't believe I kept this in here for so long. I almost forgot I had it until I remembered the day I had put it in there. It was the day right after she left for college and I would look at it at times I missed her the most. I smile tracing her face in the photograph. We looked so happy back then. I can't help but to wonder what it be like if everything worked out between us.

Come see me after the wedding if you still love me, because I still love you, Harry.

Melanie's words haunt me. Should I go to her. Should I fall into temptation. Trekking my feet outside the bathroom I turn a corner and go to the elevator. It dings every time it hits a new floor. I tap my foot and my palms begin to sweat. Walking down the hall, my heart starts to beat out of my chest.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about Melanie all night. I also be lying if I said I didn't start an argument with Jasmine so I'd have an excuse to see Melanie.

I stand outside the door with number 302. My hands shake as I knock on the door. There's no going back after this. The door swings open and she grins when she sees me.

"I'm glad you came."

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The next chapter is what all you've been waiting for. Hehe.