Five days later;


It had been days since I had spoken to anyone I knew. Even though I still went into work, I ran the night shift by myself, and it hadn't been very busy lately.

The fight with Harry had me really upset, and I didn't even know why.

Saturday morning, the day after our argument, I had texted Carter asking him to become my trainer once again. I knew things could never workout with a Harry now.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Why did it seemed as if every thought I conjured up had something to do with him?

Of course Carter had tried to dig deeper and uncover what happened, but I told him that Curly had been pushing me too hard.

Yes, I'm calling him Curly now.

I was very smug with the name, especially since he found it very infuriating. At least I could do something to cheer me up a bit.

It wasn't the fact that Har-, Curly, had punched a guy that had me still fuming. It enraged me that he had the balls to call me a slut and get so pissed about the situation, when he was the one who rejected me the day before!

Him punching that guy was actually pleasing, particularly after I overheard Luke insulting me.
Following the oven being turned on, I checked inside the fridge for something to eat before heading off to work in a few hours. Pizza rolls, mini corn dogs, and hot pockets flooded my freezer.

Hmm, I needed some comfort food.

While whipping out a pot, chicken noodle soup, and stirring spoon, my phone began to buzz with the song "You Got a Friend In Me."

Uh oh, it was Layla.

I had been ignoring her ever since the weekend, she would see right through the facade I was putting up. Then there would be questions, and a lot of them.

And I would eventually spill, and confess this is a big deal to me.

My finger hovered over the accept button, one side of me desperately needed my friend right now, but the other side was caught off from expressing any emotions.

Before I could make up my mind, the dial had ended and I was left alone with the sound of simmering soup.

Ding dong.

The front doorbell rang, sending its noise throughout my lonely flat. I hope it wasn't Layla, I just wasn't prepared to deal with her yet.

Almost as if in protest of my thoughts, my feet swiftly carried me out of the kitchen, past the living room and to the entryway.

Taking a deep breath, my hand secured the cold brass knob in my hand, and I twisted the door open.

You've got be fucking kidding me.

Layla wasn't at the door, but Curly was. Dark curls were suffocated under a gray beanie, and he wore a v-neck with dark jeans.

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I could feel my pulse quicken with anger, and with lust. Oh, what is this boy doing to me?

Out of instinct, my body tried slamming the door shut again, but his large hand pushed back with minimal effort.

Obviously he won and pushed his way in.

Asshole.

I spun around, crossing my thin arms while shooting him a hard glare.

"Well, if looks could kill, I'd be-" I cut him off.

"Cut the bullshit Harry! What the hell are you doing here?" My tone was anything but friendly.

His eyes wandered everywhere except me, and he kept fooling around with his hair.

Wait, was he nervous?

I softened a bit with the realization, but not even close enough to let him off the hook.

"Why did you skip lessons?" He questioned, holding no emotion.

This wasn't the Harry I admired, this was cold, distant Harry. The one I met when I first arrived in Seattle.

Staring at the ground, I lied to him, "I'm not taking any classes anymore," I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"That's not the truth Lucy," my name rolled off his tongue, "I've already spoken to Carter." His hands were now stuffed in his pockets as he called me out.

"Okay, whatever, you don't need to interfere with every single thing in my life!" I said whilst throwing my arms in the air.

"This doesn't have to do with what happened Friday," he said calmly.

How the fuck could he act so casual at a moment like this?

"It has everything to do what happened that night! Why did you react the way you did Harry? Why did you call me a slut?" I was pretty much yelling at this point.

Harry's eyes suddenly sparked, almost like a fire. Finally some feeling was stirring inside of him.

"Why did you flirt with that guy when you knew I was watching?" He said with more force than his earlier comments.

As I was about to reply, my fire alarm went off. Shit! The soup!

I rushed to the kitchen, flipping my oven off as soup lapped over the pot, boiling hot. At least I had been saved from answering his question, that would have been very hard to explain.

Harry had followed me to the kitchen and was grabbing towels to clean up the mess.

"You didn't answer my question," he said under his breath.

"And I'm not going to!" I snapped while setting aside the pot, the mess was all cleaned up, and I just had to wait for the soup to cool.

"Why Lucy? Why won't you answer my question?" He continued.

"You didn't answer any of mine either Harry!" I was fuming, my fists clenched at my sides.

We stood feet apart, neither wanting to break first. We were both too stubborn for our own good.

Finally he spoke up first.

"You know you can just admit you wanted me to get mad, you wanted me to get jealous!" He retorted. How dare he!

I stomped closer to him, pointing an angry finger at him while doing so.

"Don't even try, you're the one who didn't want to kiss me!" It finally came out, we hadn't discussed our moment yet.

His eyes widened, obviously taken back by my words.

"Who said I didn't want to kiss you?" Harry said softly, closing the distance between us, now we were inches apart.

No, this wasn't fair! I couldn't allow him to kiss me now after what he did. If he thought I was pissed before, he had another thing coming.

Before I completely registered my thoughts, my hand slapped him clear across his face with a stinging whack! Harry had his face buried in his hands, when he removed them I could see the tomato red mark from my slap.

"You think you can play around with me! Fuck you Harry! Get the hell out of my flat!" I told him, not really meaning the harsh words.

Harry's eyes were bewildered and held amusement, almost as if he knew my words didn't hold much conviction.

He passed by me to the entry way, and I trailed him.

I rudely opened the door and used my hands to indicate him to leave.

Before he ventured out into the day, I heard him whisper something to me.

"Lucy, I'm sorry. But I'll be damned if I give up on you," and then he was gone.

Horrible thing about it? As soon as he had left, my whole body was begging for him to stay.


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Harry's POV


I drove back to my apartment with Lucy on my mind. When wasn't she? Today hadn't gone as well as I had predicted it to, but I now knew about some things that I was uncertain about before.

These past few days had been boring and lifeless. I didn't even want to box or workout, it all reminded me of her. I found myself watching sappy movies and always on alert for a sight of Lucy.

My mood was horrible, none of the guys wanted to talk to me, much less hangout.

Lance had said he was "busy", probably nailing Layla.

Carter had claimed that he didn't want to be in an awkward position between Lucy and I.

The last two guys in our group, Zayn and Niall, were on a road trip to Colorado. Those two were always finding something spontaneous to do.

Nights were spent at the gym, arranging schedules for sessions and cleaning up around the place. I really enjoyed it there, a good move after the abrupt end to my short career. I was glad to be done with that life though, I was in a better place.

Seeing Lucy today had made me feel alive again.

She was so gorgeous without even trying. I would've cracked a smile when the fire alarm went off if it hadn't been for the seriousness of our conversation. The way she used her hands to emphasize her points was so adorable, and when she swore it was like listening to a little kid saying them for the first time.

I didn't understand how she could come off so innocent when she was clearly independent and stubborn, so stubborn. If it weren't for that, we could most likely be making out right now, or under the sheets...
Thankfully she never questioned how I had found her flat, thanks to Carter who had also informed me she was switching trainers.

When I found out Lucy was trying to cut me off, I knew I couldn't let it happen.

Before her, I was mean and cold. Not saying that I've went through a transformation and have "changed," but I smile and laugh now. I wake up with her in my head, planing what I can say to her and how to get her to grin.

We've only known each other for a couple of weeks, but I already felt close to her, despite not knowing much about her. We didn't know the common things like where she grew up, what her favorite color was, even her exact age!

She had to be over twenty-one though, because I've seen her drink before.

I mean I don't even know her last name! I bet it goes right with her first name, simple but beautiful.

God, I was turning into a softy like Carter.

Those things didn't matter yet though, they could be shared later. All I needed to do was get her to forgive me and then we can go from there.

There was a feeling in my gut telling me if I worked hard enough, she would. Also because I now knew that she wanted me to be jealous. She did have some sort of feelings for me and was attracted to me.
Just finding that out made me more hopeful.

If Lucy didn't like me at all, she wouldn't have blown up like she did. I was ecstatic that she had these feelings for me though.

After going over all my recent thoughts and taking in my behavior from these days without her, I realized a couple things.

First, I couldn't just sleep with Lucy. It wasn't going to have the effect I wanted.

Second, my attachment to her wouldn't go away with another girl.

Last, all the smiling and softy thoughts that had come about weren't because I was changing, it was because of her.

I, Harry Styles, have feelings for a girl.

It's quite scary actually, I have never wanted more than just a good shag. It was really frightening though, because I know that I can develop even deeper emotions for this girl.

And I was scared I already had.

Notes

Sorry I didn't post a double update yesterday guys!

I had had some of this chapter written, but I wanted to add a few things.

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