Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

Eight days, I’d spent eight days with the boys and it was safe to say that I’d had enough of them and I was convinced they felt the same about me. Every being that was living under that roof was getting on each other’s nerves and it was only a matter of days before someone snapped and killed another.


At least they’d forgiven each other, well Harry had forgiven Louis and Zayn for the whole getting me drunk incident. They’d all joined forces (boys against me) and started this prank war which they were well in the lead of. Harry and I were bickering about everything and nothing… I needed to get away with him.


Every fight was the same. We’d said things, we’d pushed each other, and I’d had a drink or two and then decided it was time I left the house with my insanity still intact… what was left of it anyway. I guess everyone else was used to the pointless bickering, they’d grown immune to it.


That day was different. I’d driven around Hollywood singing really loudly to Ed Sheeran (and thinking about everything going wrong in my life) and eventually I found myself sitting at my favourite café, hiding from the rest of the world. I didn’t want human interaction, my mood was just too gloom for it.


I didn’t like fighting with Harry but since the blog was published by Joe we weren’t the same. There was suddenly a lot of doubting each other although no one would admit it. The blog (like Ines’ book) had revealed my deepest, darkest secrets and I was scared. I was scared to lose Harry but it was happening anyway.


My mom had called him again, he hadn’t told me but I’d managed to get a glimpse of caller ID when we were all sitting together. He’d left the room to take the call and when he’d come back he wasn’t the same, he seemed more distant and when we asked him he’d lied to us all. Why was like so fucking difficult?


“Is this seat taken?” I was pulled away from my thought by a familiar voice, a voice that I thought I’d never hear again. “You. Miss White, look like you could use some company…”


“Nick?” I arched an eyebrow and smiled excitedly. “Oh my God, it really is you!” I shot off my seat and gave him the biggest hug.


“Good to see you too,” he chuckled and his voice was a little strained because I was hugging him so tightly.


When we pulled away from the hug I realised how he looked down at my wrists, something he did every time we saw each other. He said it was his way of ‘checking that everything was still okay’


We took our seats at the table and started catching up. He was working on a new album (a secret I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone) and I told him about work and working with Dylan. Then he started teasing me telling me not to fall in love with him like I did his brother, ha-ha, Joe and I met on the set of Camp Rock and soon become ‘best friends’.


“Well your brother has a blog now,” I teased him before taking a sip of my lukewarm coffee. “What’s that all about?”


“I don’t know,” there was a distant look on his face, telling me that there was something bugging him. “He didn’t leave any details out,” he chuckled, coming back to earth. “How’s that affecting you?”


“Well I can’t leave the house without being jumped by the paparazzi. My twitter is going crazy, I just might consider shutting it down. My relationship is failing. My fans are giving me grief about it and my mom well she’s…”


Nick nodded his head.


“Why can’t life be simple?” I whined, taking a large gulp of my coffee. “I don’t want to grow up, I never did. I want to stay forever you.” I covered my eyes and sighed. “Now I have to worry about how I look and dress, relationships…”


“Right,” he gave me a crocked smile. “How is it dating a Direction?”


I sighed which wasn’t a good response. I didn’t like talking about my relationship with Harry because most of the times I didn’t know what was going on but then again it was Nick and he was my confidant. I could trust him with anything, I’d learnt that a lot time ago. It was how our relationship worked.


“Well Molly keeps calling him, he’s been trying to ignore the calls but the other day he picked it up and when I asked who it was he lied to me…” I trailed off, remembering the passive expression he had when he lied to me. “I don’t know what she said to him or what she’s going to say…”


“You worry too much,” he chuckled and took my hand into his. “You need to stop all the worrying. Forget about them: Molly, Joe and Disney. Be grateful of the fact that you’re with someone who really likes you.”


I smiled. Nick had always been my favourite Jonas brother, I mean I liked Kevin too but he was sometimes a little too hard on me. Also, Nick knew the right things to say at the right moment. We spent the rest of our time at the café chatting about life avoiding all talks of my dysfunctional family.


I got six drinks and doughnuts for the boys (and girl) I’d left at home before leaving the café and when I got home they were all sitting in front of the TV. It had begun to rain.


“Hey,” I greeted them softly and they all turned to me.


“Thanks for leaving the house without telling us,” said an annoyed sounding Liam.


“I know,” I said then held up the coffee and the doughnuts causing Niall to shoot up from the couch and walk over to me – a big grin present on his face. “Am I forgiven?”


“I was never mad at you,” Louis said from his place on the carpet.


I looked around the room and found that Harry wasn’t with the boys. They told me he was in my bedroom so went there and I found him sitting on the bed flipping through a magazine. His hair in a little bun on the top of his head and he was in nothing but his jeans… I just wanted to jump him right there but I remembered that we weren’t on good terms with each other.


“Harry…”


He looked up and his face softened at the sight of me. “Where have you been?” he asked as I crawled onto the bed to rest next to him, I snuggled close to him. “Believe it or not, the guys and I have missed you…”


“Oh really now?” I asked in a playful tone, resting my head on his chest – after pecking him on the cheek of course. “I needed some time to think about things and you boys were getting in the way…” I trailed off and lifted my head and turned it so that I was looking at my beautiful boyfriend. “I love you…”


He looked taken a back but it wasn’t in a weird way. I didn’t really tell him that I loved him often, not unless he said it to me first and since my days with him were numbered I felt like I needed to let him know more.


“Where’s this coming from?”


“Nowhere,” I shrugged and smiled. “I just love you. You don’t have to say it back to me…”


He sat up which caused me to rise in the process then he kissed me on the lips. “I love you too.”


“Good.”


I loved him, with all my heart and there was no doubt about that. It was going to be hard to be away from him again but it was a sacrifice I was just going to make.

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