Sad, Beautiful, Tragic |h.s|
Chapter 1
I know
One day eventually
Yeah, I know
One day I'll have to let it all go
But I keep it just in case
Yeah, I keep it just in case
~In Case, Demi Lovato
Alessia/Marilyn
“Dude you really need to be more social. You’ve been here for three months and I still don’t know your middle name!”
Lexi shifts her position on the window-sill and turned to look at the girl she has been sharing a room with for the past three months. Mary--she reminds herself. Yeah, that’s what her friends call her.
“May. Alessia May Cowell.” Lexi replies before turning back to stare out the window. The name, even after three months, sounds so foreign to her own ears.
“Well, May. Alessia May Cowell,” Marilyn grins, trying to make the girl smile. Alessia doesn’t return the smile, Mary sighs loud enough for Alessia to hear.
“What?” Alessia snaps, then a guilty look crosses her features, which Mary catches. Alessia is surprised at her own harshness, she used to befriend people so easily. Eleanor used to tell her that she Lexi couldn’t find anything bad in people.
“Oh well, me and a couple friends are going out for dinner. Wanna join?” Mary asks unfazed by Alessia’s sharp voice, she’s used to it by now.
“No,” Alessia replies flatly. Mary sighs, tired of getting the same reply everyday.
“Lemme rephrase that,” Mary says, “Me and a couple friends are going out for dinner and you are going to join is. So get your ass off there.”
Alessia rolls her eyes, turning back to look out the window.
“Oh I’m serious missy. When was the last time you ate anyway?”
Alessia choses to ignore the question. But she reluctantly gets off the window. I need to get a life.
“Good! get dressed,” Mary cheers, and pats herself on the back for accomplishing this.
Alessia rolls her eyes as she walks to the bathroom. Marilyn somewhat reminded her of Perrie. Alessia looks at her forearm the diamond tattoo still on her arm.Unbreakable friendship. She shakes her head, no more crying.
“Are ya done yet?” Mary yells from the other side of the door.
Lexi looks at herself in the mirror, there were almost no traces of the girl who used to be somewhere in those now-blue. She’d always wanted blue eyes like Louis, but she got her dad’s boring gray ones. But Harry had made them seem special. He said they changed colors. He’d always had a way of making her feel beautiful.
“Earth to Alessia!” Mary yells impatiently.
Alessia runs her hand through her new-blonde hair. then opens the bathroom-door.
“Ready,” she tries to smile.
“You should smile more often, you have a dimple,” she pokes Alessia’s left cheek, “I’m so jealous!”
A real smile spreads across her face now. “Thank you.”
“You should talk more often too, I wish I had a British accent. I seriously would never stop talking.”
“You still don’t...Stop talking I mean,” Alessia mumbles.
Marilyn fake-gasps. She loops her arm around Alessia’s, slightly happy that she’d at least made Alessia say something other than--No. Yes, Maybe. What? Bye.
“What friends are we exactly going with?” Alessia asks now-nervous.
“You remember Gabby? Samantha? Emily? And Carissa?”
Alessia bites on her lip, a nervous-habit.
“You don’t remember?” Mary asks softly, “Don’t worry they’re all really nice.”
Alessia gives Mary a smile, and the doors ding open. Alessia clutches her purse tightly. She takes a deep breath before the Californian spring-air hits her.
“Hey babes!” Mary yells calling the group of people over. “This is Alessia,” she says. Alessia shyly waves at them.
“And Less, these are my friends--Gabby, Emily, Samantha, and, Carissa.”
All of them give me wide smiles.
“Uh--Why do you look so familiar?” The blonde one says.
Alessia tenses, “Yeah, I mean a lot of people say I look a lot like um… Alexis Tomlinson? I’ve never seen her before though,” she says quickly.
“OMG you’re right! That awesome singer, you remember? Harry Styles’s girlfriend! But apparently there are rumors they broke up,” Gabby says.
Alessia shifts uncomfortably. Lying isn’t as as she thought it would be.
“Move it, girls,” Mary says, sensing Alessia’s uncomfort.
Anne/Gemma
“Haz, I love having you here. But the lads are worried about you,” Anne says running her fingers through her son’s brown curls.
“Mum, can I stay just for one more day,” Harry asks in a hoarse voice, from not speaking.
“No you can not!” Gemma stomps into the room, “I swear to God, if you don’t get your arse of that bed this minute. I’ll--”
“Or what?” Harry growls. Anne silently indicates Gemma to go out of the room.
“Mum--” Gem starts to protest, worried about her little brother. Anne shakes her head, and Gemma reluctantly walks out of the room.
“Hazza I know you’re,” Harry’s eyes flash anger, and Anne shuts her mouth. Taking a minute to rephrase her words. “Honey, your new album is coming out in a couple of months. You need to go back to the flat and start working.”
Harry jumps off the bed, and throws his clothes in a duffel bag.
“Sweetie--”
“No! I’m leaving. Happy now?” He asks angrily.
“Baby, that’s not how I meant it.”
“Well that is exactly how I heard it,” Harry says stomping out the room and purposefully slamming the door with incredible force.
Anne drops her head in her hands, and sighs loudly. “Harold Edward Styles!” But it’s in vain, because Harry has already revved his engine, and is speeding past the small cozy-looking home.
“He’ll come around,” Gemma says wrapping her arm around her mum. Anne nods. All they could do was, hope.
Eleanor/Louis
“Louis,” Eleanor says softly.
“Huh?” he says snapping out of his thoughts.
“Harry, uhmm he--he’s coming back today.”
“Oh,” he drops back on the bed. “He must be so mad at me,” Louis says shaking his head.
“It’s not your fault,” Eleanor says sitting beside him.
“Lexi,” Louis says, and stops for a moment, she hadn’t been mentioned by anyone after the incident, “she’s my sister. It is my fault.”
“Lou, you did not know she was going to leave,” El says turning his face so he would face her, “And I’m sure she had her reasons.”
“That doesn’t change anything,” Louis says angrily. He had never been disappointed in Lexi, she’d always stood up and above his, and their parents expectations. Being so let down by her felt weird and new.
“Louis,” Eleanor whispers, knowing she has lost the argument. But she still believes Lexi had her reasons. The way they looked at each other even after being together for six-months, as if they were two teenagers who were in their lovey-dovey mode. Which in other people’s opinion would soon wear off.
“I just--it’s scary you know. The day we went to Ecole Normale Superieure, Harry just seriously lost it. He would’ve killed the administrator if I hadn’t pulled him off,” Louis says as he remembers the day after Lexi left. Harry and he had gone to the Uni she was studying at.
“Like hell I won’t follow her!” Harry yelled. Throwing the letter across the room.
“Where are you going, Haz?” Louis said concerned about his best mate.
“To the University. Where else would she be?” Harry said as he tied his converse laces.
“I’m coming,” Louis declared.
Both of them were silent throughout the plane ride. Lost in their own thoughts,Harry clung to the thought of being there, and kissing him when she saw him. She’d say sorry and that would be it. He’d forgive her. Hell! He didn’t even need the apology, he just wanted her back.
They reached the University the next day, Harry’s palms were sweaty with nervousness. Just be here. He thought to the girl he loved.
They talked to administrator, he told them that Lexi had taken off the day before.
“Where’d she go?” Louis asked, a little angry at her sister. But he could scold her as much as he wanted when she would come back.
“That report is confidential. Sorry.”
Before Louis understood what was happening, Harry had pushed the administrator against the wall, and was strangling him.
“Where. The. Fuck. Is. My Girlfriend.” He spoke his nose flaring with anger.
“I d-don’t kn-know. She said sh-she just wanted a Transf-er Cer-certificate,” The man spoke, trying to catch his breath. Harry’s grip tightened around his throat, his green eyes dark with rage.
“Harry!” Louis yelled, trying to push him off the man. “You’ll kill him. He really doesn’t know.”
Harry banged the administrator's head against the wall, then stomped out of the office.
They returned the next day. And without a word Harry had left for Holmes Chapel.
“I know,” El says helplessly. “They both will come around,” she says trying to believe it herself.
Louis bends to rest his forehead against El’s. “What would I do without you,” he says his eyes closed. While his hands play with her hair.
“Nothing,” Eleanor replies and presses a chaste kiss on his lips.
They both stay like that, before a loud bang interrupts them.
“I’m hooooome,” Louis sucks in air.
“He’s drunk,” Eleanor sighs.
“I don’t think. I don’t think I can deal with him,” Louis says, rubbing his forehead with his palms.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it. Eleanor gives her boyfriend a small smile before walking out of the door.
“I love you,” Louis calls out.
Eleanor
“Leneoooooooor,” Harry grins childishly.
“Harry. Let’s get you in bed,” Eleanor says helping the curly-headed on his feet.
“Nooo. Lexi will not sleep without me. My Lexi.” He says as he loses his footing.
Eleanor closes her eyes, “Harry. C’mon,” she whispers. As she pushes him towards his room.
“Lexi, I wan Lexi!” He slurs.
Eleanor tucks him under the covers. “She’s not coming,” El says softly,
Harry’s face pales, then a rush of anger passes his expression. Then a wave of sadness. Making El’s heart clench.
“Haz,” she whispers.
“Why? Why she’d leave me. Always, nice, I was to her,” he says helplessly. “Love her...more.”
A tear escapes El’s eyes. She leans over to hug the boy, who she believed was the younger brother she never had.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “You loved her more.”
Harry lets out soft snores. And El lays him back, then shuts the door behind her.
Why Lex?
One day eventually
Yeah, I know
One day I'll have to let it all go
But I keep it just in case
Yeah, I keep it just in case
~In Case, Demi Lovato
Alessia/Marilyn
“Dude you really need to be more social. You’ve been here for three months and I still don’t know your middle name!”
Lexi shifts her position on the window-sill and turned to look at the girl she has been sharing a room with for the past three months. Mary--she reminds herself. Yeah, that’s what her friends call her.
“May. Alessia May Cowell.” Lexi replies before turning back to stare out the window. The name, even after three months, sounds so foreign to her own ears.
“Well, May. Alessia May Cowell,” Marilyn grins, trying to make the girl smile. Alessia doesn’t return the smile, Mary sighs loud enough for Alessia to hear.
“What?” Alessia snaps, then a guilty look crosses her features, which Mary catches. Alessia is surprised at her own harshness, she used to befriend people so easily. Eleanor used to tell her that she Lexi couldn’t find anything bad in people.
“Oh well, me and a couple friends are going out for dinner. Wanna join?” Mary asks unfazed by Alessia’s sharp voice, she’s used to it by now.
“No,” Alessia replies flatly. Mary sighs, tired of getting the same reply everyday.
“Lemme rephrase that,” Mary says, “Me and a couple friends are going out for dinner and you are going to join is. So get your ass off there.”
Alessia rolls her eyes, turning back to look out the window.
“Oh I’m serious missy. When was the last time you ate anyway?”
Alessia choses to ignore the question. But she reluctantly gets off the window. I need to get a life.
“Good! get dressed,” Mary cheers, and pats herself on the back for accomplishing this.
Alessia rolls her eyes as she walks to the bathroom. Marilyn somewhat reminded her of Perrie. Alessia looks at her forearm the diamond tattoo still on her arm.Unbreakable friendship. She shakes her head, no more crying.
“Are ya done yet?” Mary yells from the other side of the door.
Lexi looks at herself in the mirror, there were almost no traces of the girl who used to be somewhere in those now-blue. She’d always wanted blue eyes like Louis, but she got her dad’s boring gray ones. But Harry had made them seem special. He said they changed colors. He’d always had a way of making her feel beautiful.
“Earth to Alessia!” Mary yells impatiently.
Alessia runs her hand through her new-blonde hair. then opens the bathroom-door.
“Ready,” she tries to smile.
“You should smile more often, you have a dimple,” she pokes Alessia’s left cheek, “I’m so jealous!”
A real smile spreads across her face now. “Thank you.”
“You should talk more often too, I wish I had a British accent. I seriously would never stop talking.”
“You still don’t...Stop talking I mean,” Alessia mumbles.
Marilyn fake-gasps. She loops her arm around Alessia’s, slightly happy that she’d at least made Alessia say something other than--No. Yes, Maybe. What? Bye.
“What friends are we exactly going with?” Alessia asks now-nervous.
“You remember Gabby? Samantha? Emily? And Carissa?”
Alessia bites on her lip, a nervous-habit.
“You don’t remember?” Mary asks softly, “Don’t worry they’re all really nice.”
Alessia gives Mary a smile, and the doors ding open. Alessia clutches her purse tightly. She takes a deep breath before the Californian spring-air hits her.
“Hey babes!” Mary yells calling the group of people over. “This is Alessia,” she says. Alessia shyly waves at them.
“And Less, these are my friends--Gabby, Emily, Samantha, and, Carissa.”
All of them give me wide smiles.
“Uh--Why do you look so familiar?” The blonde one says.
Alessia tenses, “Yeah, I mean a lot of people say I look a lot like um… Alexis Tomlinson? I’ve never seen her before though,” she says quickly.
“OMG you’re right! That awesome singer, you remember? Harry Styles’s girlfriend! But apparently there are rumors they broke up,” Gabby says.
Alessia shifts uncomfortably. Lying isn’t as as she thought it would be.
“Move it, girls,” Mary says, sensing Alessia’s uncomfort.
Anne/Gemma
“Haz, I love having you here. But the lads are worried about you,” Anne says running her fingers through her son’s brown curls.
“Mum, can I stay just for one more day,” Harry asks in a hoarse voice, from not speaking.
“No you can not!” Gemma stomps into the room, “I swear to God, if you don’t get your arse of that bed this minute. I’ll--”
“Or what?” Harry growls. Anne silently indicates Gemma to go out of the room.
“Mum--” Gem starts to protest, worried about her little brother. Anne shakes her head, and Gemma reluctantly walks out of the room.
“Hazza I know you’re,” Harry’s eyes flash anger, and Anne shuts her mouth. Taking a minute to rephrase her words. “Honey, your new album is coming out in a couple of months. You need to go back to the flat and start working.”
Harry jumps off the bed, and throws his clothes in a duffel bag.
“Sweetie--”
“No! I’m leaving. Happy now?” He asks angrily.
“Baby, that’s not how I meant it.”
“Well that is exactly how I heard it,” Harry says stomping out the room and purposefully slamming the door with incredible force.
Anne drops her head in her hands, and sighs loudly. “Harold Edward Styles!” But it’s in vain, because Harry has already revved his engine, and is speeding past the small cozy-looking home.
“He’ll come around,” Gemma says wrapping her arm around her mum. Anne nods. All they could do was, hope.
Eleanor/Louis
“Louis,” Eleanor says softly.
“Huh?” he says snapping out of his thoughts.
“Harry, uhmm he--he’s coming back today.”
“Oh,” he drops back on the bed. “He must be so mad at me,” Louis says shaking his head.
“It’s not your fault,” Eleanor says sitting beside him.
“Lexi,” Louis says, and stops for a moment, she hadn’t been mentioned by anyone after the incident, “she’s my sister. It is my fault.”
“Lou, you did not know she was going to leave,” El says turning his face so he would face her, “And I’m sure she had her reasons.”
“That doesn’t change anything,” Louis says angrily. He had never been disappointed in Lexi, she’d always stood up and above his, and their parents expectations. Being so let down by her felt weird and new.
“Louis,” Eleanor whispers, knowing she has lost the argument. But she still believes Lexi had her reasons. The way they looked at each other even after being together for six-months, as if they were two teenagers who were in their lovey-dovey mode. Which in other people’s opinion would soon wear off.
“I just--it’s scary you know. The day we went to Ecole Normale Superieure, Harry just seriously lost it. He would’ve killed the administrator if I hadn’t pulled him off,” Louis says as he remembers the day after Lexi left. Harry and he had gone to the Uni she was studying at.
“Like hell I won’t follow her!” Harry yelled. Throwing the letter across the room.
“Where are you going, Haz?” Louis said concerned about his best mate.
“To the University. Where else would she be?” Harry said as he tied his converse laces.
“I’m coming,” Louis declared.
Both of them were silent throughout the plane ride. Lost in their own thoughts,Harry clung to the thought of being there, and kissing him when she saw him. She’d say sorry and that would be it. He’d forgive her. Hell! He didn’t even need the apology, he just wanted her back.
They reached the University the next day, Harry’s palms were sweaty with nervousness. Just be here. He thought to the girl he loved.
They talked to administrator, he told them that Lexi had taken off the day before.
“Where’d she go?” Louis asked, a little angry at her sister. But he could scold her as much as he wanted when she would come back.
“That report is confidential. Sorry.”
Before Louis understood what was happening, Harry had pushed the administrator against the wall, and was strangling him.
“Where. The. Fuck. Is. My Girlfriend.” He spoke his nose flaring with anger.
“I d-don’t kn-know. She said sh-she just wanted a Transf-er Cer-certificate,” The man spoke, trying to catch his breath. Harry’s grip tightened around his throat, his green eyes dark with rage.
“Harry!” Louis yelled, trying to push him off the man. “You’ll kill him. He really doesn’t know.”
Harry banged the administrator's head against the wall, then stomped out of the office.
They returned the next day. And without a word Harry had left for Holmes Chapel.
“I know,” El says helplessly. “They both will come around,” she says trying to believe it herself.
Louis bends to rest his forehead against El’s. “What would I do without you,” he says his eyes closed. While his hands play with her hair.
“Nothing,” Eleanor replies and presses a chaste kiss on his lips.
They both stay like that, before a loud bang interrupts them.
“I’m hooooome,” Louis sucks in air.
“He’s drunk,” Eleanor sighs.
“I don’t think. I don’t think I can deal with him,” Louis says, rubbing his forehead with his palms.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it. Eleanor gives her boyfriend a small smile before walking out of the door.
“I love you,” Louis calls out.
Eleanor
“Leneoooooooor,” Harry grins childishly.
“Harry. Let’s get you in bed,” Eleanor says helping the curly-headed on his feet.
“Nooo. Lexi will not sleep without me. My Lexi.” He says as he loses his footing.
Eleanor closes her eyes, “Harry. C’mon,” she whispers. As she pushes him towards his room.
“Lexi, I wan Lexi!” He slurs.
Eleanor tucks him under the covers. “She’s not coming,” El says softly,
Harry’s face pales, then a rush of anger passes his expression. Then a wave of sadness. Making El’s heart clench.
“Haz,” she whispers.
“Why? Why she’d leave me. Always, nice, I was to her,” he says helplessly. “Love her...more.”
A tear escapes El’s eyes. She leans over to hug the boy, who she believed was the younger brother she never had.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “You loved her more.”
Harry lets out soft snores. And El lays him back, then shuts the door behind her.
Why Lex?
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11/19/20