Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

“I like that outfit on you,” I smiled at Alexa when she stepped out of the dressing room in a white frock that was short showing off her killer model legs. “Maybe you should wear that tomorrow night,” I suggested.


Alexa had arrived in Los Angeles two days ago, she was in LA for a big fashion event she had to attend not that she minded because she loved anything fashion. The event was honouring young fashion designers so it made sense if she was there. I was invited because I was seen as a teen fashion icon… I didn’t say it, Hollywood did.


I’d pulled strings and managed to get the both of us seated together, front row of course. We hadn’t really seen each other since London, of course there was twitter and Skype but it wasn’t the same. It was good having her actually physically there, especially since Demi wasn’t in town.


Her father had been checked into hospital after a big skiing accident. I’d spoken to her a few times and she was going to come back that evening in time for the event. Alexa was the reason I was sober. I owed her my life, she was like a temporary guardian angel.


“You’ve said that about every outfit I’ve tried on,” she said with a chuckle before heading back into the dressing room and closed the curtain. “I think we should find something for you to wear.”


“I have something at home, I have two things to choose from, you can help me later,” I shrugged. “I don’t think I do want to go anymore let alone get excited about outfits…”


“You need to stop brooding over Harry,” she stepped out of the dressing room with all the clothes she was going to buy in her hands. “Smile, show him that you’re carrying on perfectly fine without him. Which reminds me, are you guys like over?”


I knitted my eyebrows together. “Did he say anything?”


“No, but he’d been going really crazy. The other day he called me all panicked begging me to speak to you. He didn’t tell me what happed but I kinda figured it out, it is all over the internet after all. What happened? I thought everything was going great.”


“Kendall Jenner happened…” I trailed off. “I don’t want to fight with people over Harry, if he wants Kendall then he can take her…”


“You don’t mean what you’re saying…”


“I know I don’t,” I sighed, annoyed by the fact that I was getting emotional about it again. “I know I should trust him but I can’t, something keeps stopping me from trusting him. I can’t keep worrying about him. I’m only giving him space, it’s what we both need. I don’t want to break-up, I don’t want to be the insecure girlfriend…” I grabbed one of the dresses off the rack and inspected it. “Why do I love him so much?”


“You’re really being too hard on him if you ask me,” she said honestly. “Hear him out. I know he hadn’t given anyone any reason to trust him in the past, especially when it came to matters of love but he’s really beating himself over this one… Put him out of his misery,” she smiled.


“How do I do that?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.


“Call him silly,” she giggled. “Tell him that you’re willing to hear him out. When he spoke to me he had a pretty good explanation for everything and besides, this is killing you as much as it’s killing him if not more. You look like you haven’t slept in a while.”


I chuckled and got my phone out of my handbag. “I just hope you’re right Alexa…” I went onto my call log and dialled his number. It rung the first time and sent me to voice mail so I tried again but the second time it sent me straight to voice mail. He was ignoring me, he was doing what I’d been doing to him the past few days. It was his turn to be the bitch and it sucked. “He’s not picking up Lexi…”


“Maybe he’s busy…”


“Or he’s ignoring me,” I said, almost in tears. “I’ve lost him Chung, I’ve lost him and I don’t know what to do!”


“Addison, it’s a good thing you’re an actress,” she chuckled. “You’re really dramatic,” we made our way to the cash till. “He’ll call you. He’s busy, he does have a show after all.”


“If you say so…”


I wanted to believe Alexa but I also remembered how the last call with Harry went. It was in my dressing room, the day I was playing Uno with Dylan. I’d been a complete bitch to him, I’d shunned him and made him feel completely unwanted. I’d pushed him away, I’d ignored all his called and had gone on with my life.


I should’ve known that he was going to get over calling me, begging me to hear him out. He was Harry Styles after all and I was me, he was going to find a girl without the issues I had. Maybe I needed to fly over to him, to beg him… Yes, maybe I needed to make things right in the relationship. It was my turn to do the begging.


“What’s on your mind?” asked Alexa as we made our way out of the boutique.


“Nothing…” I lied, a smile creeping onto my face. “Nothing at all.”

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