Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

The London air was warm and the sun hot, I’d just come back from Starbucks and was on my way back to the hotel, walking really slowly – trying to take in the beautiful scenery. After my talk with Louis I realised that it really was time to move on, there was no use in waiting in Harry because he clearly wasn’t interested in me and didn’t care enough to fight to win back my heart.


Demi and I had gone back to the hotel early in the morning, Louis had insisted we stay but we didn’t want to be a bother to him. When we got back Demi went to sleep and I’d decided to take full advantage of the beautiful weather to explore the beautiful city.


I’d slipped into my favourite denim shorts that were ripped at the bottom, I wore my black and white horizontally striped long sleeved vest which I tucked in and my oversized navy blazer and old tennis shoes. I’d worn my hair in a high bun on the top of my head and wore my favourite designer shades to protect my blue eyes from the sun and possible paparazzi cameras.


The whole point was to be undercover which was going really well until I was spotted by two eager fans who were just about to collapse. They were teens, like me, and no more than two years younger than me if not a little older. They were jumping up and down with excitement and had the fanciest of accents.


“Oh my God,” said the one I believed to be Lola-Ray. “I can’t believe I took a picture with Addison White, everyone won’t believe it…” her excitement was contagious and made me smile. “Allison here is your favourite fan and has a question for you…”


“Shut up Lola!” Allison said, obviously annoyed with her friend. “She talks way too much, forgive her…”


I giggled. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Don’t be shy,” I encouraged with the sweetest smile on my face. I wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere and I loved interacting with my fans, it was the least I could do after everything they’d done for me. “I might not have an answer for the question but it doesn’t mean I won’t try…”


“Well,” her cheeks went red. “How did you manage to get yourself a guy like Harry? Not that there’s anything wrong with you, I think you’re great,” she rambled. “What I’m trying to say is that he’s managed to put you back together in such a small amount of time… He must really love you.”


I was taken aback by her question and I really didn’t have an answer to it. I hated that people thought that Harry and I were actually a happy involved but it made me sad more than anything. I wanted to tell her the truth, I really did but I couldn’t do that. I pretended as though I was thinking of an answer and when I smiled at her.


“I don’t know, I guess I was lucky…” I was hoping to sound enthusiastic and really loved up but instead I sounded sad and you didn’t have to be a genius to see that I didn’t believe what I was saying. “You’ll find your Prince Charming too one day,” I gave sound happy another shot and it worked. “For now you’ll just have to keep kissing frogs.”


Then I was also kissing frogs of my own. Of course Harry wasn’t my Prince Charming, not matter how much I wanted him to be. I spoke to the girls for a little while longer before heading back into the quiet hotel. I got inside the house, slumped onto the couch and flipped through a fashion magazine I’d gotten for myself. Suddenly there was knocking on the door so I had to put the magazine down to answer it.


I should’ve asked who it was, shouldn’t have just opened the door because that way I was going to be prepared for what’s standing on the other end of the door. I would’ve known it was Harry and I would have a choice to make. He was dressed in his favourite skinny jeans that clung onto his legs, the ripped ones which I liked so much. A long sleeved vest with five buttons, three of those buttons undone, and he was in a pair of worn out Converse.


He looked like he hadn’t slept in well over a week, his eyes surrounded by dark rings with his hair in a ruffled mess. He also looked really pale and looked like he was ready to give up on life. Even though he looked a mess I couldn’t hate him, instead I loved him more and wanted to help him. I didn’t know how I was going to do it but I was willing to try. I didn’t want to be his fake girlfriend, I wanted to be his…


“Please don’t close the door,” he spoke softly and I clenched my hand into a fist not because I was going to punch him. “Addison, we need to talk.” I didn’t know what to say to that so I stayed silent. “Okay, I’ll start then,” he said awkwardly. “I know you don’t want to talk about our relationship or whatever it is we have but please, please don’t leave this place not talking to me. Talk to me, tell me that you hate me, and tell me that I hurt you, something because I can’t sleep. I keep thinking of how I was a complete asshole to you…”


“I don’t know what to say…” I spoke after what felt like an eternity of silence. I was lying, I knew exactly what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want the fake relationship. I wanted to tell him that somewhere between all the faking it started becoming real for me. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to be his girlfriend or nothing at all to him…


“Easy, so easy,” he took my hand into his and took one step into the house. “Just say you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you, that you also couldn’t sleep thinking about the other day and that you’re ready to forgive me…”


“But I’m not ready to forgive you Harry,” I blurted out in frustration. “All I feel when I close my eyes is pain, and I feel rejection…” I felt a lump forming in my throat. I swallowed hair and I pulled my hands away from his. “I try to remember the good times. Holmes Chapel with you and your family, the terrible dancing at the party, the long hikes in the Hollywood hills, cooking dinner,” a tear rolled down my cheek. “The long yet fun road trip… Everything good we’ve shared so far but they’re all overpowered by the memory of you rejecting me. Leaving me that night to have dinner with… her. Harry, you shouldn’t have come, this was a bad idea…”


“No, whoa. Addison, you don’t…” he ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe you just need a little more time.”


“I don’t have time Harry,” my voice broke half way through that sentence. “I have to be on a flight back to Los Angeles tomorrow evening and not long after that you’re leaving for South America to kick off your world tour,” I emphasised the two last words. “Time’s just the one thing we don’t have… I just don’t feel it anymore.” He stayed silent and blinked a couple of times. “I’m sorry.”


“Addie, please,” he took another step close to me and I didn’t move back.


“Harry, I really am sorry…” I took a step back.


Suddenly, he took my small hand into his bigger one. I looked down at our intertwined fingers, thinking how good they looked when together when I was suddenly pulled towards him and our lips came crashing together. His lips moved so swiftly with mine, they felt warm against mine and I couldn’t help but notice how they faintly tasted of whiskey which I found a little amusing.


He walked further into the suite and kicked the door closed behind him, then pressed me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as we unrestrainedly undressed each other. The moment was sensual, a lot of unsaid words being shown through our actions. We made our way towards the bedroom, I was carried by Harry and our lips didn’t break contact.


“I love you,” he murmured into my ear as he left a trail of hot kisses down my neck.


Of all the times I’d had sex with Harry, that time was by far the best. When we were done I rested my head on his clammy chest and started tracing the tattoo on his abdominal area with my index finger.


“So what now?” I asked absentmindedly.


“What do you mean?”


“Harry, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed but I don’t want to be your fake girlfriend anymore,” I grumbled, still trying to keep the humour in my voice. “I don’t think I can…”


He kissed me on my forehead. “I know you can’t. No offence to you Addison but you kinda sucked at me being my fake girlfriend…”


“Ha!” I slapped his chest playfully. “Take that back Styles.”


He chuckled. “You know what I mean. I figured that well, we were like… together,” he said awkwardly. “I suck at this part. Put me out of my misery and say that you understand what I’m saying… yeah?”


I grinned like an idiot… I was like the Cheshire cat – ha-ha. In that moment I was the happiest girl in the world and my life was perfect and complete because I’d gotten what I’d been wanting for such a long time. Little did I know that more trouble was still to follow…

Notes

This chapter was to make up for the lame previous chapter. I’d first like to thank Norah Jones for helping me write this chapter, her songs really inspired me. Especially ‘Broken’ I don’t know why…


Anyway, this is my favourite chapter for many reasons. The biggest being because Haddison is like so real now, he said he loved her! That’s the sweet thing it’s just a pity they’re not going to be together – physically – for another three months or so because Harry’s got his tour and Addison has her career.


Guys thank you to everyone who’s read this story, I’m way past 1 000 reads and it makes me so happy. I’m ever so grateful, tomorrow I won’t update because I won’t have access to the internet but I’ll try write the next four chapters.


Haddison is leaving London, I think we had fun and we’ve managed to avoid the parents and Joe but I think it’s time they went back to deal with their problems head on. What do you guys say? Also, thanks to everyone who’s voted, subscribed and commented. You guys are the reason I update so much! Lol.