Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

“Addie,” Demi said from my main bedroom, sounding not too happy with me. “We have to go! Have you forgotten that you still have to walk the carpet and can’t be late? Selena is already here and she and Alexa are waiting for you downstairs…” I rolled my eyes as I applied my eyeliner again. “We’re all getting impatient.”


I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time to see if everything was in place. My outfit was looking fabulous, my hair wasn’t so great because I’d spent more time on my make-up but it wasn’t too bad and my make-up… Well I looked so fucking amazing and I felt fucking amazing.


I came out of the bathroom with my clutch in my hand and walked over to the bed to put my shoes on. I didn’t want to go to the fashion show really, I’d much rather sat at home YouTubing One Direction videos. I’d spent most of the morning crying, upset about the fact that Harry was still very much pissed off at me and didn’t want anything to do with me – hence the silence treatment.


I slipped the fancy black studded boots over my feet. I was dressed in a pair of black pants that clung onto my legs, a black vest that showed a little cleavage with a white tailored blazer on top it. I had my boots and a black clutch, with my hair let down in soft curls. I’d worn black because it best represented the mood I was in.


“Took you long enough,” grumbled Selena as we walked out of my house. “Next time, dress faster.”


“Oh shut up,” I chuckled. “You know I have to look extra good tonight…” Alexa scoffed so the both of us turned to her and saw that she was looking at her phone screen with a big grin on her face. “What’s so amusing Alexa?”


She looked up and shrugged. “Read something really funny on twitter… sorry loves.”


“Well,” Selena – the queen of selfies – got her phone out. “Are you guys ready for some selfies?”


The rest of the ride was spent taking millions of selfies, we pulled all kinds of faces – it was a long way from my house to the venue – and posted only one or two onto our Instagram accounts.


Eventually we got to the building that was packed with paparazzi, fashion bloggers and other fashion enthusiasts. Before getting off the car Alexa texted someone quickly but I didn’t think much of it, besides, it was none of my business. The four of us then went on to walk the carpet stopping for interviews every now and again.


When I was asked about Harry I didn’t answer because in all honesty I didn’t know where we stood in our relationship. Afterwards we went into the building for more socialising with our fellow fashion lovers. I posed for a couple of pictures, one with Joan Rivers and Kelly Osborne who were going to be seated not too far from us.


“Okay, so I’ve called Harry like a million times now and he isn’t picking up,” I said walking up to Selena who had just finished speaking to Zendaya Coleman. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”


“Maybe he needs the space now,” she shrugged. “And besides…” she trailed off and her eyes widened then she started grinning like an idiot.


“What’s your deal?”


“Turn around,” she said, the grin still on her face. “I’ll see you later, okay?”


Confused and annoyed that she’d walked away from me, I turned around and my breath hitched when I saw Harry walking towards me with a smug smirk on his face. Suddenly a wave of emotions came over me and I didn’t know what to feel exactly but I knew that I was happy and relieved to see him smiling at me.


My legs involuntarily started moving towards him and when we reached each other I pulled him towards me for a big kiss, momentarily forgetting that we weren’t alone in the building. His lips felt so foreign yet so familiar and his hands stroked my arms sending chills down my back.


“You’re here…” I said softly once the lip contact had been broken. “You’re actually here, standing in front of me.” I pulled him in for another lingering peck on the lips.


“Yes I am love,” he smirked. “Good to see you too…”


“But when did you…?” I trailed off when I saw Louis and Niall walking past me, headed towards Liam and Zayn who were already seated at their seats that happened to be next to mine. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”


“Because it would’ve ruined the surprise and it’s not like you and I were on speaking terms…”


Right, but in that moment I’d forgotten everything. I was just glad that he was there, I didn’t want to speak about Kendall or anything that had to do with South America because in all honesty it was a horrible time for me. Harry and I linked arms and the both of us then made our way to our seats.


“Hey, look lads. It’s Addie,” Louis said grabbing the attention of the three other boys next to him. “Good to see you too after so long. Oh and Addie, just so you know, Niall and I aren’t very pleased about the fact that you’ve been ignoring us…”


I rolled my eyes and took my seat on the chair. Alexa had a suspicious looking smile on her face and it all made sense, she’d organised for the boys to be there. That explained all the mysterious texting that was going on. I gave her hand a squeeze and she giggled.


The lights dimmed and the fast paced music started playing in the background. The models started coming onto the runway and I noticed that Harry kept checking each one of them out which I didn’t mind. He could look but he couldn’t touch, he was mine after all but what I did mind was his reaction when he saw Cara Delevingne walking onto the runway and I was sure the media noticed too.


I was livid and it took everything in me to not lose my cool. The show ended and by then I wasn’t talking to anyone. I was too tense and focused on not lashing out at everyone and not killing Harry for being an absolute dick.


We went backstage to chat a little with the designers and to pick out the pieces from the line we wanted. Louis and Zayn had bailed out on us and Niall and Liam were too caught up in getting pictures with the models. I don’t know what told me to look around but my eye caught a glimpse of Harry and Cara looking very cosy in a little corner.


She kept touching and poking him, the laughed and chatted like old friends. I don’t know why but I became very jealous and didn’t want to be there anymore.


“We should join Niall and Liam,” Selena interrupted my thoughts. “Why does it look like you’re about to kill someone?” she asked when she noticed my facial expression.


I didn’t say anything so she followed my eyes. She sighed and intertwined her hands with mine, squeezing me reassuringly.


“Addison, they’re just friends…”


“Yeah, just like me and Dylan right?” I blurted out, catching her by surprise. “Sorry Selena, but I need to get out of here before I lose my fucking mind,” I tried to smile but it came out totally wrong. “I’ll meet you in the car.”


I got out of the building into the parking lot. If that was the game Harry Styles was going to play then so be it, I was down to play and I never played fair.

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