Harry's Point of View

I tried to listen to Ed as he went on about how he's sure she still loves me and I just messed up but I know I messed up; I don't know if she loves me. It's not that I think she loves Liam, I've just pushed her away. It's like we've passed the honeymoon stage in the matter of weeks and things have already begun to go downhill. I'm not an angry person, I never have been, but this whole situation makes me want to punch a wall.

"You just need to talk to her. Why haven't you tried anything yet?" the hair on my arms rose and the wind picked up. Maybe sitting outside wasn't such a great idea at the beginning of December.

"I don't know, I've just been nervous. She hates me and she's right, I didn't have to kiss Maddie and I have no idea why I did; I wasn't even that drunk."

I heard a small chuckle from the other end, "you always say you weren't that drunk when you most likely were. Look, it sucks, but if you want her back at all you need to talk to her."

"She won't let me!" I snapped before quieting back down. I already made a scene at dinner tonight, I don't need another one, "all week she's ignored me and when I try to talk to her she will literally continue what she's doing as if I'm not there."

"Make her listen Harry! You were the king of girls here and now one girl scares you this much? Jesus, what is wrong with you? Man up if you want her. I gotta go though, It's five am here, you're lucky I'm your best friend."

"Shit, sorry Ed," he laughed before saying goodbye and hanging up, leaving me alone on this very cold night.

My ear fell to Alyssa's door and I couldn't hear anything at all. No music, no papers shuffling, but her bedside lamp light escaped under the door. I hesitated before knocking but I know it has to be done.

"Alyssa?" I heard feet moving towards the door and saw two shadows, forcing light to find its way around her feet. She opened the door, surprisingly, and looked at me like nothing was wrong. Make up was hiding her dark bags under her eyes and eye drops kept her pupils from the bloodshot mess it would be.

"Can I come in?"

She focused on my eyes then moved them down my body and back up again. I have no idea what she was looking for but her thought continued as she held onto the doorknob. Eventually she walked back into her room and closed her balcony, locking it so the cool air could no longer bite her skin--or mine. I hope she didn't hear the conversation I was having with Ed, I don't know what reaction she would have to that. She can be quite unpredictable at times.

I closed her door behind me and leaned back, not feeling too welcomed. She did the same, except against her balcony door. On her bed was a new book, a big black book. It had a picture of one of her favorite authors, Edgar Allan Poe. I smiled, thinking that maybe she'd read some of his stories to me.

"Do you need something?" her voice was bold but weak at the same time--if that's even possible. My thoughts of what could be were stopped when I decided it is time to figure this mess up.

"I would say sorry but I know that won't fix anything. I could also try to explain myself but I know that won't fix anything either. I've had a week to think of what I could do to make things better, to clean up the mess I've made but I don't know what to do. I could buy you things and bother you until you'll listen but I know both of those things will just make you mad," I waited for some sign of emotion but she didn't have any. She simply leaned against her balcony door and found her arms to cross them. Since she didn't move, I decided I'd move. Her bed was still a bit dented where both her and Liam shared a spot so I sat, covering it up.

"See, with girls in the past, I apologize and explained myself and everything was better. If that didn't work, I bought them things--if I cared enough to. And if I really liked them, I'd just make them jealous and they'd come running back. The sad part is, it always worked. I could have anyone I wanted because I was Harry Styles, womanizer and player. At least that was the image I was given just because I enjoyed hanging out with girls." I stood again and walked towards Alyssa. The closer I got the more I could tell her eyes were swelling but she's strong, she can hold them back.

"But you, you're different. And it's not like your stubborn or bitchy; you're strong yet so fragile. You've taught me so much Alyssa. You don't accept petty apologies or excuses. You don't accept gifts or bribes and tonight I've learned you definitely don't take the jealousy card. It was stupid of me and I should've known. You aren't a game to me and I now know that's what I turned us into."

Our proximity began to close as I took more and more steps closer, kind of like the deer Alyssa finally got to touch that night. Her face lit up and I'm beginning to feel that way only because she's listening. She's letting me say the hardest things, things I never thought I'd admit to anyone. Her arms finally fell to her side but I stayed the foot away that I am.

"I don't know if you like Liam or not but if you do I understand. It hurts more than anything in the world but I know it's because I love you. I love you more than I thought I ever could. These things that I'm saying, these words that probably sound so stupid, they are because I love you Alyssa," I looked away, I looked at anything but her because I can't bare the answer she'll give me.

"I guess I just want to know, I need to know if you still love me."

My face took a sting and I held my face. Did she just slap me? I deserved it but I wasn't expecting it at all.

"You are such a fucking idiot. Did you really just ask me if I still love you? Of course I do! Just because I like Liam doesn't mean you're not my first," her remarks about Liam stung like my face does but she loves me and that's all that matters. The funny thing is she seems pissed. I went on and on about all of these ridiculous, yet very true things and she's mad at me.

"I love you Harry and I don't think I'll ever stop unfortunately," my mind and heart both tugged at a huge grin. At this moment I don't care how pissed she is, or even if she hits me ten more times; I just want to run around the house like a child screaming that she loves me.

Alyssa took another stepped forward with her beautiful hair wrapped around her beautiful chest and hugged me, burying her head in my chest. I wish I could remember everything I just said because obviously it worked, my stupid self finally did something right. No tears were shared between the two of us, we simply hugged with relief that this fight is finally over. When she let go her eyes found mine and her thumb found my cheek, softly rubbing under my eye as if there were tears. I took that instance to pull her closer to me and kiss her on the forehead before finding her lips.

Alyssa's Point of View

Without Marilyn sitting on my bed with me, playing with my hair as I would lay in her lap, she sat in her new room and through my computer screen. From the looks of it her room is still completely bare with scattered boxes all over the floor. I'm no perfectionist but her room makes me want to fly over there just to clean it up.

I debated telling her the events that happened since she left but since she didn't ask I didn't tell. She just moved; I don't need her worrying about me.

"Your going to hate me but is it okay if we sign off? I really want to talk to your brother," I laughed followed by holding my middle finger to the screen.

"Love you too Marilyn," she giggled, showed me a hand made heart, and logged off.

My computer screen now was blank, just a few icons appeared and the background of Marilyn and I at the river. Her arm wrapped around my neck, choking me playfully.

With her gone I feel like I don't have many friends. I told Liam that Harry and I worked everything out and he seemed happy for me. Of course I'm sure he's a bit sad but he's probably relieved as well. We can't like each other, it's as simple as that.

"Ready?" Harry popped his head in, still not bothering to ask for my permission.

"You know this is going to be hell," my mom's best friend is getting married and we are being forced to go. The worst part is that Amber's mom is her best friend. That also means Daniel will be there, my real life nightmare.

Harry laughed and walked in my room wearing his tux. My heart skipped a beat at the sight as his eyes seemed to do the same staring at me, "I love when you wear colors other than black, gray, and white."

My eyes took another roll as I stood and panned down my dress. I guess I have to agree sometimes, at least in this dress. The blue which fades into white really brings out my eyes and it makes it easier for me to just throw on some mascara rather than going all out with eye shadow.

"No, no,no!" I stopped Harry from walking closer. If he wraps his arms around me now I don't think I'll be able to stop what may happen. Not to mention my dad is downstairs getting ready.

He smiled and took a step back while I grabbed my bag. We walked down the stairs and found my dad eating a slice of left over pizza from the night before, "aren't they going to have food at the reception?" I smiled handing him a napkin.

"Not any good food," Harry and I laughed as the twins came down the stairs looking actually fairly nice. Their makeup was a bit much but overall nice. Megan's dress was one of those which was short in the front and fell long in the back with very high, black boots and heels which kinda confused me while Erin wore a black dress which was a little more revealing. She's definitely into Daniel and I'm sure they'd have some bathroom occupied for a while.

"Are we all ready?" Dad asked as Luke walked slowly down the stairs texting with a smile on his face. I smoothed out his hair and adjusted his tie as well all got in the van. Mom is already there, being the maid of honor and all so we found a spot to sit in the middle to not look out of place.

The twins found Daniel and some of their friends and sat with them while the rest of us sat with my dad. A few minutes before it started my dad ran to the restroom, or possibly to use his phone for work. None of use wanted to be here at all.

"Stop," I whispered to Harry as he placed his hand on my knee. He smiled and removed his hand slowly. "What's your favorite color?" I know it's purple and that's what he went with. "Let me rephrase that," I touched my lips to his ear as everyone else seemed to be talking amongst themselves, "what's your favorite color underneath my dress?" I moved my lips away from him and he looked at me smirking.

"Red and black."

"Looks like someone's in luck for tonight. If," emphasis on 'if', "you behave yourself while we're here. He sighed loudly before leaning against my cold ear. I should've worn my hair down.

"Can I at least dance with you?" I nodded and moved slightly away from him as my dad approached us. The music began and both Harry and I tried not to squirm thinking about tonight.

Notes

Another fairly long chapter. I was going to break it into two since it has a lot but I figured I want the next chapter separate. I hope you enjoy and please continue doin' whatcha doin' :)

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