All I Ever Wanted

(Leah’s POV)

I walked through the LA supermarket, picking out fresh fruits and vegetables, and donuts. I still hadn’t heard from Harry since that dreadful night almost three weeks ago. I was doing better, but not good. In fact, I wasn’t even sure why I was at the supermarket since I wasn’t eating much. I just wanted to force myself out of my bed for once. I’d had my meeting with Amtrex and since I bailed on the London tour, I was being reprimanded. I had to apologize to One Direction and the tour staff immediately, which consisted of me writing a long letter, and sending fruit baskets. I was also playing a show here in LA on Friday, which was tomorrow. I’m pretty sure my management team scheduled this because they knew how badly I was taking mine and Harry’s breakup and this show was more of something to help me get back on my feet, rather than punishment.

Our story had been in the press. “Hollywood’s Hottest Couple – Did They Sizzle Out?” was the title. Many “inside sources” had given information that wasn’t true. Accusations of spending too much time together, cheating, and just not being compatible were reasons listed – none of which were really true. The real reason behind our break up was my stubbornness and my bad habit of running away from my problems.

I pushed my thoughts of Harry aside and headed for the checkout; however, those thoughts quickly resurfaced when I saw the magazine rack: “Harry Styles: MOVED ON FROM LEAH SADLER? NEW WOMAN IN ITALY!” A picture of him and a girl holding hands was on the cover. My heart sank. I grabbed the magazine and threw it down on the checkout counter. The clerk looked from me, then to the magazine.

“Hey, aren’t you? Oh. Um, never mind.”

She threw the magazine in the bag along with the other things I’d purchased as her face turned red. I’m not sure if the tears streaming down my face, or if the impatient tapping of my foot caused her to realize that she was right, and that she needed to leave the subject alone.

I headed out the automatic doors of the supermarket when I heard: “Leah! Leah Sadler, over here! What can you tell us about the breakup? Who is Harry’s new girl? Are you seeing someone else, too? Leah! Leah! Smile for us, Leah!”

I threw my hand up over my face, trying to hide the fact that I was upset, and sprinted to my car. I started my car and pulled out of the lot, trying not to remember the times that Harry had shielded me from the paparazzi. My heart ached as I wished he was there to do the same again.

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(Harry’s POV)

“Kiss me once, now I can’t leave ‘cause everything you do is magic!” I sang along at our last show in Italy, praying she’d leave my mind.

I knew this was one of her favorite songs and I’d sang it to her plenty of times. She was magic to me, and I replayed all of our little moments in my head, every time the band sang this song. I’d tried to remove it from the set list, but Ronnie refused, because this song had his favorite lighting effects in the performance. I looked over to the side stage seating to see Caroline dancing and singing along. If only she knew what this song meant to me and how it made me crazy over a different girl, she probably wouldn’t be enjoying it so much. She hadn’t asked me about Leah, but she’d been a fan so she had to know. Leah and I had been together for about 5 months before she ended it.

It would have been 5 eternities if it would have been up to me.

“Harry, the show was wonderful, as always. And you look extra hot tonight.” Caroline crooned as she met me coming off stage at the end of the show.

She twirled her finger in my curls as she kissed me, like Leah used to do; except when Leah played with my hair, I melted in her hands. Caroline was almost annoying. Yes, she’d helped me cope with the break up. Yes, she was pretty. And yes, she was a good girl to have around, but she was no comparison to Leah and that was what I always found myself doing – comparing her to Leah. The only thing Caroline had on Leah was the fact that she hadn’t hurt me like Leah had. And that sealed the deal for me. I couldn’t handle any more hurt, especially from someone who meant the world to me. Letting Leah go would be best. I just had to get past the stage of missing her, and comparing her to every other girl on the planet.


“Thank you, baby, so do you. Now let’s go.” I growled, half carrying her to the lounge to get our things.

She liked it when I was demanding, so she complied, hoping for more of dark Harry later on in the night. I let Caroline go and went to get my duffle bag. I checked the zipper to pull out my phone, but I found something shoved in the side of my bag. I pulled out a magazine – one that had a photo of Caroline and me holding hands on the cover. I frantically skimmed the title, which was something about me finally moving on from Leah.

No.

Leah flashed through my mind.

What would she say when she saw this?

I knew ending us almost killed her, but she thought it was the right thing. She’d hate me if she thought I moved on three weeks after we’d broken up.

Who put this here?

I flipped through the magazine and found a note.

Make this right, Haz. –Eleanor

Eleanor was right. I needed to call Leah. I had to let her know that I wasn’t over her. I hadn’t moved on. I still needed her. Hell, I loved the girl. I pushed passed Caroline who was standing in the doorway, trying to seduce me. She huffed when I ignored her, but I couldn’t give her the attention she wanted when I had someone else on my mind.

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(Leah’s POV)

I dove into my bed, tears spilling everywhere.

How could he be over it this fast? Surely this is all a front. Just a cover up so that fans won’t think he’s heartbroken over us. Was he heartbroken over us, though? Did I really mean as much to him as he means to me? I love him and I thought he might've felt the same?

My mind was filled with unanswered questions. I wanted to punch him as hard as I could in his beautiful face. He’d finally gotten me back. I now know how he felt that night – broken, confused, frustrated. I picked up my phone, sick of the silence, and rang Eleanor.

“Hello?” She answered.

“How in the hell could you do this to me? You’ve been on tour visiting so you had to have known this was going on, Eleanor! I thought we were friends! You could have told me!” I spat, feeling stupid for even thinking she’d pick me over Harry.

“Leah, we are friends! Best friends! Please, let me explain! I saw her around once tonguing Harry after a concert. I figured she was just a one night occupant to help him get over the hurt! I saw the magazines today and I told him he needed to fix this mess you two have made! Don’t get bitchy with me when you don’t even know the half of it!” She shouted back.

“You could have given me a heads up before I called, all in a rage!” I said back, wiping the mascara off of my face.

“Leah, I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t let this bother you. She’s not important to him, I just know it. Please. If he calls, answer. Let him make it right.” She pleaded with me.

“Eleanor, there is no making it right anymore. I need to go.” I said, trying not to break down in tears while on the phone.

“Okay, love. Please, call me soon. I need to know you’re getting through this. I want to visit, too! Retail therapy, okay? Love you!”

With that, the call was over and I retreated to my pillow. My thoughts traveled back to Harry and then, as if on cue, my phone rang. I jumped at the unfamiliar tone again, or maybe it was because the caller i.d. read “Harry Styles.” I rolled my eyes and clicked ‘ignore.’ I didn’t want him to call me just because El had told him to. I wanted him to call me because he wanted to. I pulled out the magazine from the supermarket. I had to figure out what was going on, and who this girl was.

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