You Make it Real {A Harry Styles Fan Fiction}
Chapter 41
PIPER’S P.O.V.
Harry walks toward me, stopping about a foot away. We’re in a completely dark room, but I can see him perfectly. His face doesn’t seem soft and calm like it normally does. He seems upset and hateful. I try to lift my arms up to rest them on his shoulders, but he swats them away.
“What the hell, Piper?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Why don’t you just drop the charges? I’m going to leave you either way.”
I’m shocked; speechless. He backs away from me and looks disgusted.
“You’re really going to let my career go down the drain? If you really loved me, you would realize
that I’m only saying not to because I don’t want to sound like a dick.”
“Harry, I want to drop the charges, but what if he hurts me?”
“I never liked you being around him; it’s your problem now.”
I reach out but he seems farther away, almost as if the room is stretching, pulling him away. He doesn’t seem to care, though. He looks happy to be leaving. Eventually, he is gone; out of sight completely. I collapse on the floor and pound my fists on the floor, sobbing profusely.
I woke up in tears, confused as to whether that was real or not. After sitting up in bed, I came to the conclusion that I was dreaming. Either way, it was awful. I reached over and held my phone. I had 3 new messages from Harry, whom I forgot was texting me from the plane. It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, meaning he would have landed. I found his number in my favorites and sniffled to hide the fact that I was crying. The phone rang and rang and I eventually decided he wouldn’t answer.
“Hey, it’s Harry. Leave a message and I just might call you back.”
“Hey, babe. It’s me, Piper. I’m sorry I didn’t see your messages; I passed out. Please, call me. I
had a terrible dream and I just want to hear your voice.”
I could have thought of a lot of things to say, but decided to save that for a real conversation. My mind is fuzzy and I just feel out of sorts.
“Anyway, I love you and hope you made it back safe. Call me soon. Bye.”
As soon as I hung up, I went to my messages. I found that all of his texts came through hours
before.
*FROM: Harry
Planes are so boring.*
*FROM: Harry
I’m on twitter. Found some cute pictures of us at IHOP.*
*FROM: Harry
Either you went to class or fell asleep. Just landed. Love you.*
I hoped he would call me back soon because I was in such a daze and just wanted to talk to him. I thought about going to talk to Riley or Cory, but they were probably irritated with me for my attitude that morning. Either way, I hungry. I walked out of my door and Cory was watching TV on the couch, not turning to look at me. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for something edible. I could some turkey and made a quick sandwich. After a few minutes, Cory walked in and leaned against the counter.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“No, but I am sorry for how I reacted. I was just overwhelmed.”
“It’s okay, I understand. Who was that girl that came by?”
I didn’t want to get into this with him again, but really had no choice.
“James’ step-sister.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, we just… talked about things.”
He nodded, surprisingly not pushing the subject farther, which I was thankful for. I looked at my phone again, but had no notifications. Harry was usually pretty good about responding quickly, even if just to tell me he was busy and would call later. But it had been a half hour. Maybe he fell asleep. It would be one in the afternoon there, meaning sound check would start soon, but that’s not usually a hectic part of the day. I tried to push my thoughts aside, but mainly trying to think about anything besides my dream. I subconsciously wondered how Harry really felt about the whole situation. I would never want him to resent me for ruining his career. I open twitter on my phone and check some of the mentions.
*1Dfan4ever:
@Piper_Nielsen, we hope you are feeling okay! Love from the REAL fans. #ignorethehate*
*Haylorisreal:
@Piper_Nielsen is totally faking this whole thing so @Harry_Styles won’t think she’s cheating on him! Don’t believe anything she says!! #nicetry*
*1D_mrsStyles:
Stop talking about such personal things. I doubt it makes @Harry_Styles happy, whether @Piper_Nielsen is telling the truth or not! #mindyourowndamnbusiness*
What the hell was I reading? How did people know anything about that? Even worse, how could anyone actually think I would make it all up to hide cheating on Harry? Everything I saw as I scrolled erupted in the past hour or so. Thoughts ran through my head, wondering how anything got out when no one really knew in the first place! I felt humiliated and embarrassed; feeling as though my dirty laundry was on display. To think that people I had never met viewed me in such a vulnerable way made me sick to my stomach. I clutched my abdomen and ran past Cory to the bathroom, vomiting for the second time that day. When I turned around, Cory was standing there.
“Piper, are you okay?”
I cried and handed him my phone. He scrolled through and I watched his brow ruffle in anger.
“What the hell? How did people find out?”
“I have no idea!”
“What is wrong with people? They are so fucking insensitive!”
I nodded my head in agreement as he handed me my phone.
“Do you want anything?”
“For Harry to call back. That would be nice.”
“What? He’s not talking to you?”
“I don’t know what’s going on. He hasn’t called back. I’m sure he’s busy, but my mind always races to the worst.”
“He can’t be mad at you, Piper. There’s no reason.”
“I guess. Actually, can I just be alone. I need to think.”
“Sure, let me know if you need anything.”
I nodded again as he left the bathroom and closed my bedroom door behind him. I started to sob again, having no idea what to do. I was so confused. How did all of this play into my decision on pressing charges. If I dropped them, Harry would eventually forgive me, if he even cared. What if that part of my dream was true? What if he wanted me to and just couldn’t say it. If I dropped the charges, people would eventually forget that it even happened. They would stop saying such hurtful things about me. This was already going to make classes extremely awkward, especially the ones I attended with James’ friends. A thousand ideas passed through my mind, none of them bringing me to a conclusion, but I could definitely see my inclination toward dropping the charges. I walked into my room and laid in bed, turning the TV on to distract me. The first thing that popped up was E! News. Perfect. I always loved watching that show but hadn’t watched TV in so long.
“In breaking E! News this evening, we have footage of Harry Styles at the airport, arriving in L.A. today, looking quite a mess!”
The picture switches to a video of Harry exiting the airport, being crowded by tons of people, fans and paparazzi, asking a million questions that he refused to answer. He wasn’t smiling like usual, leaving many upset.
“Harry refused to speak to anyone, not even stopping to sign anything! Fans left upset, but there seems to be some clarification on his mood. Sources say that his girlfriend, pictured below, Piper Nielsen, student at the University of Orlando, has been hiding something from her pop star boyfriend! Is she getting lonely while he’s away? Surely there are plenty to choose from on campus! Looks like Harry didn’t have a very rewarding trip to Florida this time around. In other news…”
I stopped listening, wondering who these “sources” were that released false information to the press. This needed to stop; The picture they chose was a terrible one from Cory’s party of Harry and I. They were definitely trying to make me look like a slut, using a picture of me in a sailor costume. Who even posted that? My cousin, most likely. I couldn’t stop thinking about how people must have thought of me. Either they saw me as a vulnerable bimbo who was raped (which held some truth), or they thought I was whoring around while Harry was on tour. Why would I do that? I love Harry! I guess they didn’t know that, but it was so hurtful and wrong for people to assume the worst. To top it all of, they all thought it was okay to publicize it. They talked about it as if I weren’t a real person! They spoke about me in the sense you would discuss a fictional characters’ actions! What was the appeal of speculating at Harry and I’s personal life? What did they get out of that?
Hours passed, in which I laid in bed, thinking about things, and drifting in and out of uncomfortable sleep. I constantly checked my phone, knowing by 10 my time, the guys were performing and I definitely wouldn’t hear from him for a few hours. I wondered what would happen when I finally did speak to Harry. Why would he avoid me all day? I didn’t feel like we parted on bad terms! On the contrary, I thought he had left in a good mood, considering the situation at hand. I tossed and turned, wondering what I would do about James. I definitely saw a pattern of more pros toward dropping the charges. I felt like it would be freeing, but at the same time, I would live every day in fear. There were always options. Maybe I needed to drop the charges and take it all one day at a time.
At 1:30 in the morning, I woke up from a forced nap to my phone ringing. I jumped and frantically looked for my phone. I answered without even looking at the caller ID, figuring it was Harry.
“Hello?”
“Piper, I didn’t expect you to answer. It’s Detective Kamp. I was just going to leave a message.”
Why was he calling so late anyway? I remained silent and allowed him to continue.
“I just wanted to let you know that we can meet whenever you would like to discuss the details of pressing charges. Is tomorrow okay?”
After hours of thought and solitude, with no response from Harry, I felt like I had no choice. I couldn’t go on like that, hearing the awful rumors and constantly wondering if Harry was truly happy about his decision. I had to drop the charges.
Harry walks toward me, stopping about a foot away. We’re in a completely dark room, but I can see him perfectly. His face doesn’t seem soft and calm like it normally does. He seems upset and hateful. I try to lift my arms up to rest them on his shoulders, but he swats them away.
“What the hell, Piper?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Why don’t you just drop the charges? I’m going to leave you either way.”
I’m shocked; speechless. He backs away from me and looks disgusted.
“You’re really going to let my career go down the drain? If you really loved me, you would realize
that I’m only saying not to because I don’t want to sound like a dick.”
“Harry, I want to drop the charges, but what if he hurts me?”
“I never liked you being around him; it’s your problem now.”
I reach out but he seems farther away, almost as if the room is stretching, pulling him away. He doesn’t seem to care, though. He looks happy to be leaving. Eventually, he is gone; out of sight completely. I collapse on the floor and pound my fists on the floor, sobbing profusely.
I woke up in tears, confused as to whether that was real or not. After sitting up in bed, I came to the conclusion that I was dreaming. Either way, it was awful. I reached over and held my phone. I had 3 new messages from Harry, whom I forgot was texting me from the plane. It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, meaning he would have landed. I found his number in my favorites and sniffled to hide the fact that I was crying. The phone rang and rang and I eventually decided he wouldn’t answer.
“Hey, it’s Harry. Leave a message and I just might call you back.”
“Hey, babe. It’s me, Piper. I’m sorry I didn’t see your messages; I passed out. Please, call me. I
had a terrible dream and I just want to hear your voice.”
I could have thought of a lot of things to say, but decided to save that for a real conversation. My mind is fuzzy and I just feel out of sorts.
“Anyway, I love you and hope you made it back safe. Call me soon. Bye.”
As soon as I hung up, I went to my messages. I found that all of his texts came through hours
before.
*FROM: Harry
Planes are so boring.*
*FROM: Harry
I’m on twitter. Found some cute pictures of us at IHOP.*
*FROM: Harry
Either you went to class or fell asleep. Just landed. Love you.*
I hoped he would call me back soon because I was in such a daze and just wanted to talk to him. I thought about going to talk to Riley or Cory, but they were probably irritated with me for my attitude that morning. Either way, I hungry. I walked out of my door and Cory was watching TV on the couch, not turning to look at me. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for something edible. I could some turkey and made a quick sandwich. After a few minutes, Cory walked in and leaned against the counter.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“No, but I am sorry for how I reacted. I was just overwhelmed.”
“It’s okay, I understand. Who was that girl that came by?”
I didn’t want to get into this with him again, but really had no choice.
“James’ step-sister.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, we just… talked about things.”
He nodded, surprisingly not pushing the subject farther, which I was thankful for. I looked at my phone again, but had no notifications. Harry was usually pretty good about responding quickly, even if just to tell me he was busy and would call later. But it had been a half hour. Maybe he fell asleep. It would be one in the afternoon there, meaning sound check would start soon, but that’s not usually a hectic part of the day. I tried to push my thoughts aside, but mainly trying to think about anything besides my dream. I subconsciously wondered how Harry really felt about the whole situation. I would never want him to resent me for ruining his career. I open twitter on my phone and check some of the mentions.
*1Dfan4ever:
@Piper_Nielsen, we hope you are feeling okay! Love from the REAL fans. #ignorethehate*
*Haylorisreal:
@Piper_Nielsen is totally faking this whole thing so @Harry_Styles won’t think she’s cheating on him! Don’t believe anything she says!! #nicetry*
*1D_mrsStyles:
Stop talking about such personal things. I doubt it makes @Harry_Styles happy, whether @Piper_Nielsen is telling the truth or not! #mindyourowndamnbusiness*
What the hell was I reading? How did people know anything about that? Even worse, how could anyone actually think I would make it all up to hide cheating on Harry? Everything I saw as I scrolled erupted in the past hour or so. Thoughts ran through my head, wondering how anything got out when no one really knew in the first place! I felt humiliated and embarrassed; feeling as though my dirty laundry was on display. To think that people I had never met viewed me in such a vulnerable way made me sick to my stomach. I clutched my abdomen and ran past Cory to the bathroom, vomiting for the second time that day. When I turned around, Cory was standing there.
“Piper, are you okay?”
I cried and handed him my phone. He scrolled through and I watched his brow ruffle in anger.
“What the hell? How did people find out?”
“I have no idea!”
“What is wrong with people? They are so fucking insensitive!”
I nodded my head in agreement as he handed me my phone.
“Do you want anything?”
“For Harry to call back. That would be nice.”
“What? He’s not talking to you?”
“I don’t know what’s going on. He hasn’t called back. I’m sure he’s busy, but my mind always races to the worst.”
“He can’t be mad at you, Piper. There’s no reason.”
“I guess. Actually, can I just be alone. I need to think.”
“Sure, let me know if you need anything.”
I nodded again as he left the bathroom and closed my bedroom door behind him. I started to sob again, having no idea what to do. I was so confused. How did all of this play into my decision on pressing charges. If I dropped them, Harry would eventually forgive me, if he even cared. What if that part of my dream was true? What if he wanted me to and just couldn’t say it. If I dropped the charges, people would eventually forget that it even happened. They would stop saying such hurtful things about me. This was already going to make classes extremely awkward, especially the ones I attended with James’ friends. A thousand ideas passed through my mind, none of them bringing me to a conclusion, but I could definitely see my inclination toward dropping the charges. I walked into my room and laid in bed, turning the TV on to distract me. The first thing that popped up was E! News. Perfect. I always loved watching that show but hadn’t watched TV in so long.
“In breaking E! News this evening, we have footage of Harry Styles at the airport, arriving in L.A. today, looking quite a mess!”
The picture switches to a video of Harry exiting the airport, being crowded by tons of people, fans and paparazzi, asking a million questions that he refused to answer. He wasn’t smiling like usual, leaving many upset.
“Harry refused to speak to anyone, not even stopping to sign anything! Fans left upset, but there seems to be some clarification on his mood. Sources say that his girlfriend, pictured below, Piper Nielsen, student at the University of Orlando, has been hiding something from her pop star boyfriend! Is she getting lonely while he’s away? Surely there are plenty to choose from on campus! Looks like Harry didn’t have a very rewarding trip to Florida this time around. In other news…”
I stopped listening, wondering who these “sources” were that released false information to the press. This needed to stop; The picture they chose was a terrible one from Cory’s party of Harry and I. They were definitely trying to make me look like a slut, using a picture of me in a sailor costume. Who even posted that? My cousin, most likely. I couldn’t stop thinking about how people must have thought of me. Either they saw me as a vulnerable bimbo who was raped (which held some truth), or they thought I was whoring around while Harry was on tour. Why would I do that? I love Harry! I guess they didn’t know that, but it was so hurtful and wrong for people to assume the worst. To top it all of, they all thought it was okay to publicize it. They talked about it as if I weren’t a real person! They spoke about me in the sense you would discuss a fictional characters’ actions! What was the appeal of speculating at Harry and I’s personal life? What did they get out of that?
Hours passed, in which I laid in bed, thinking about things, and drifting in and out of uncomfortable sleep. I constantly checked my phone, knowing by 10 my time, the guys were performing and I definitely wouldn’t hear from him for a few hours. I wondered what would happen when I finally did speak to Harry. Why would he avoid me all day? I didn’t feel like we parted on bad terms! On the contrary, I thought he had left in a good mood, considering the situation at hand. I tossed and turned, wondering what I would do about James. I definitely saw a pattern of more pros toward dropping the charges. I felt like it would be freeing, but at the same time, I would live every day in fear. There were always options. Maybe I needed to drop the charges and take it all one day at a time.
At 1:30 in the morning, I woke up from a forced nap to my phone ringing. I jumped and frantically looked for my phone. I answered without even looking at the caller ID, figuring it was Harry.
“Hello?”
“Piper, I didn’t expect you to answer. It’s Detective Kamp. I was just going to leave a message.”
Why was he calling so late anyway? I remained silent and allowed him to continue.
“I just wanted to let you know that we can meet whenever you would like to discuss the details of pressing charges. Is tomorrow okay?”
After hours of thought and solitude, with no response from Harry, I felt like I had no choice. I couldn’t go on like that, hearing the awful rumors and constantly wondering if Harry was truly happy about his decision. I had to drop the charges.
Notes
Hello!! Please, please comment! I really love interacting with everyone and getting your viewpoints and opinions!!!! Feedback, please <3What is Piper going to do? Will Harry be upset with her if she drops the charges? Will he resent her otherwise? Why isn't Harry getting back to her? How will Piper deal with the hate from fans?
Thank you <3 xx hope you're enjoying reading as much as I am writing!
@jasyjas18
awwww thank you so much! where is this awards nomination? lol I didn't know about it, but thank you so much!!!! :) I'm gonna start the sequel now ;) should be up today or tomorrow!
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