Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

“Addison White,” I heard Louis call from afar. “Where do you think you’re going?”


I turned to the direction of where the voice came from and found Louis and Zayn standing with security, the both of them smoking, cigarettes of course. I didn’t feel like being in the car alone with security and my thoughts so I walked over to their car.


“What are you doing out here alone love?” Zayn offered me a cigarette and I politely declined the offer, I really didn’t like the taste of it in my mouth. “I thought you’d be in there with everyone going crazy about the fashion…”


“I got over it,” I lied through my teeth and rolled my eyes. I didn’t like cigarettes but I grabbed the one between Zayn’s fingers and took a long puff of it. “When did you two bail?”


“We’re going home,” Louis took the cigarette from me and took the last puff of it before stumping it out. “We’re tired of being here. Wanna come with us or are you waiting for Harry?”


“Yes I’m coming with you,” I pushed past him and got into the backseat of the SUV and shifted to make space for Zayn and Lou. Once I was in I peeped my head out to the confused looking boys. “Are you guys coming or what?”


Louis and Zayn got into the car and they were followed by the driver and the other two security guys. We’d just driven out of the venue when Louis was handed a mysterious looking cigarette that was lit, at this point he was already recording on his phone. He took a puff of it and started laughing hysterically before handing the blunt to Zayn who also puffed couple of times.


“So here we are, leaving a fashion show in Los Angeles after surprising our friend Addison here. Joint lit, happy days… What do you think Addison?” he turned the camera to me and Zayn.


“Louis, I swear to God I’m going to fucking kill you,” I warned before taking the joint Zayn was handing me. “If I get into trouble it’s on you…” I took a long puff of the good weed and immediately I felt mellower.


“What do you think Zayn? About that kind of content?” Louis then asked the question he’d asked me to Zayn.


“I think it’s very controversial…”


“Say it again huh…” he chuckled. “Oh my god, that’s the police… that’s the police,” he continued. “That’s the popo…” he started laughing, there was talking and he sang. “Smoke screen baby!”


There was more singing from Zayn, Louis kept asking if it was good and noticing the police that were driving past. By the middle of the whole ride I’d loosened up, forgetting about Harry and his cheating. I was finally having fun and it was only just the beginning for me.


“Louis enough recording,” I spoke, my speech lagged. “I’m over it.”


“He’s having a look, he’s thinking I’m sure I can smell an illegal substance in there,” he said ignoring my statement. “And he’s hit the nail in the head…”


The rest of the ride is pretty much a blur to me. Zayn went on and on about a book I wasn’t interested in and before I knew it we were pulling up in my driveway. The door was opened and I was so excited to get out of that car.


We ran to the house and I went straight to my bedroom to change out of my formal clothing to get into my bikini. It left very little to the imagination, I tied my hair into a messy bun and I got my phone. I went downstairs to the bar to get a bottle of tequila and joined Zayn and Louis who were sitting at the pool, they’d also changed into swimming gear.


“Here’s to a good night,” I toasted before the three of us downed the first shot.


Three shots later were inside the pool and trying not to drown, we laughed until we couldn’t laugh anymore. Everyone got back, Demi came into the pool area and didn’t look too happy.


“Uh oh…” I teased. “Demi doesn’t look too happy,” I whispered to the boys in the water with me.


“You bet I’m not!” she yelled. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You just disappeared tonight without telling anyone. Why didn’t you call or something?” I stayed silent. “I spent half an hour looking for you and we find you drunk and high in the pool…”


“In her defence,” said a drunk Louis and I wanted to burst out laughing at that point. “She only left because we offered her a ride home Demi…”


“Shut up Louis,” she snapped. She yelled some more before heading back into the house.


A few moments after Demi left the pool Harry came out, saw all the burnt out blunts and the half full bottle of tequila and his facial expression went from being exasperated to outraged. I was going to get it again but ‘til then I pretended to not have seen him and carried on swimming with the boys.


“Having fun?” I heard Harry’s voice ask, his voice was low in that creepy way. I could tell that he was trying to remain calm but it wasn’t working too well.


“What do you think?” I rolled my eyes and swam to the steps to get out, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked towards the bottle of tequila. “Thanks for asking…” I was about to down my shot of tequila when Harry grabbed the glass and poured the tequila in it onto the floor. “What the…?”


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”


“What am I doing?” I repeated his question. “Are you done flirting with your model ex?” I spat out before snatching the glass back from him and placing it onto the table next to the bottle of tequila. “I’ve been waiting here for you for one fucking month and when you finally come back you flirt with your fucking ex-girlfriend!” I turned on my heels and headed towards the house. “I don’t fucking think so. What am I doing you ask? I’m just having fun without you…”


I slammed the door shut behind me and stalked to the bed, throwing myself onto it and screaming into the pillow. I was done with Harry, I needed to clear my head. Being with him wasn’t good for any of us, the fact that we were screaming at each other after not seeing each other for so long just showed how bad we were for each other.


I heard the door opening and I lifted my head from the pillow, keeping the rest of my body – including the breathing – still. I was nervous, I was scared that he was going to lash out but he didn’t. Instead he kept quiet and walked further into the bedroom so that he could sit on the bed… I felt it dipping down.


“I don’t want to talk about it!”


“Then listen!” he shouted causing his veins to pop out. “I wasn’t flirting with Cara tonight. We’re just friends and we’ve been friends for a long time. Kendall and I didn’t do anything that night. Yes she came to the concert and yes I did take her into the dressing room but that’s because Josh our drummer has a massive crush on her and wanted to meet her. I was only being a good mate to Josh and I couldn’t ban her from coming to the concert now could I? I don’t have control over those things,” his voice was much lower than it was at the beginning.


The last time Harry and I had fought like that was in London and it hadn’t really ended well. I had a feeling that the fight we were having was going to end in the same way. That was until he said:


“Addison, I love you and you alone so please…” he ran his fingers through his hair. “Please just stop being difficult. You’re making it hard to be in love with you and I don’t want to fight anymore.”


I crawled onto his lap and rested my head on his chest, it had been a while since the last time we were in that position. I missed the sound of his heartbeat. Soon we were kissing, really passionately, for the first time in months. Kissing Dylan was great but it wasn’t the same as kissing Harry.


He laid me on the bed and the both of us stripped one another. He looked really good, life on the road had made him all the more attractive. At least one good thing came out of it. His lips moved from my lips to my jaw and down to my neck to my collarbones.


For the first time Harry and I made love… It was perfect.

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