Bereft (h.s)

6. What do you wanna know little one?

CHAPTER 6

Alycia's Pov.

"Matt? What the fuck?"

What in the hell is he doing standing in front of my apartment door at almost 3am? He almost gave me a heart attack. Fuck.

"Harry called." "Okay?" "He told me you got a weird message and to come by and make sure I was here when you got home. To make sure no one was here....Alycia do you wanna explain what's going on?"

You have got to be kidding me.

"He did what? What the fuck? That is completely out of line for him to do."

Matt and I have been close for a while now. He's one of my best friends. If I wanted to call him, I would've done it myself.

"Do not be mad at him Alycia. He was worried. He was just trying to look out for you." "I don't need anyone to look out for me Matt." I sighed as I unlocked my door and walked in.

He walked in behind me and then went ahead of me once we got in and slowly looked around.

"I can only assume you got a message from Dylan tonight. Is that why he was worried?" "I did. I didn't tell Harry it was from him though." "Well, he must've knew anyways."

I shook my head at him in annoyance. Why would Harry do that? That's just not his place.

"I can't believe he texted you at 3am to wait here." "I'm happy he did Alycia. Clearly Dylan has been trying to contact you a lot more recently. I can tell you've been acting off. Let us help." "There's nothing to do Matt!" "Talk to us Ly! That's all I want. You keep everything bottled up and I know you're scared. Who wouldn't be? Just tell me more. I know you don't know Harry well but neither of us are blind. You two have a little connection. And i'm not even saying it's in a romantic way, but you two act like you've been friends for a while. It's so natural with you two. So talk to him. He knows nothing and he's worried. I mean have you told him anything?"

Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

"A little." "You have? When?"

I sighed and sat down on my couch. I want a break. I thought i'd have a permanent one once I split up with Dylan but here I am over six months later, still dealing with his shit.

"Tonight. But it was after you left. We were high and he asked me what my songs were about. He caught on that it was about someone I had dated and I said yeah. All I told him was that he didn't know how to take no for an answer with our breakup and sometimes still messages me."

I conveniently left out the part where I told Harry about Dylan texting me when I was writing trouble. I think that's what made Harry text Matt tonight. That probably made him think Dylan really does stay around my apartment. It's paranoia though. He's not here.

"I'm shocked that you even opened up to him at all but i'm so proud you did. Harry is such a good guy Ly. Clearly he cares."

"Matt, i've known Harry for two weeks. No, he doesn't. He's just curious." "Is that why he called me to make sure you were okay? And is that why he just texted me to make sure you made it?" "Matt...can we just not? It's Harry fucking Styles we're talking about. That man has a million other things to be concerned about. The last thing he needs to worry about is me."

He does not care about me like that. I mean, he might be curious. That's why I don't tell anyone about it all that often though because they suddenly feel like they're obligated to help or intervene. That is not the case. Especially not with someone like Harry. I know the severity of what is going on right now. I have a fucking stalker. Harry does not need his name attached to anything like me and my fucked up situation.