Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

When I parked my car in the driveway three black SUVs were already parked out front and there were guys dressed in black going inside the house and coming out with luggage bags. I was grateful of the fact that I hadn’t missed the boys, it would've been a shame for them to leave without me saying goodbye.


I also needed to face harry, as much as I wanted to let him go off and let him cool off -- touring was going to help him get his mind off everything -- I felt that we needed to resolve things. There were things that needed to be cleared up before we could be apart, things I couldn’t let slip like his communication with my mother.


I checked if I looked okay in the mirror. I looked like shit, my eyes were puffy and swollen thanks to crying myself to sleep the previous night, my hair was greasy and looked anything but pretty and I didn’t have any make-up on. I was a disaster but then again it was harry and he was my boyfriends.


I got out of the car and was halfway across the driveway when Niall and Liam stepped out of the house, they were laughing and pushing each other. They were looking laid back in their sweats and hoodies and very relieved to see me making my way towards them. A little part of me knew that I was going to get a lecture but I didn’t care, I deserved it after storming off like that.


"Hey," I sheepishly spoke. "You don’t know how glad I am I didn’t miss you guys," I smiled at them. "So this is it... You're really leaving me for Europe? Why can’t you stay a little longer?" I whined, pouting a little.


The both of them chuckled then one by one they pulled me in for a hug. "We'd love to stay, trust us but we can’t love," Liam chuckled.


"But we'll make sure to call you every day," Niall spoke, smiling and all. "Or better yet... why don’t you come with us?"


That sounded like a plan but there was work and I couldn’t just drop everything and leave, besides, soon I was going to be free and have all the time in the world to visit them. Just as I was thinking, a tired looking Zayn walked out of the house and yawned nearly swallowing us all.


"Good morning mate," Liam nudged his band mate and best friend. "You look exhausted."


"You have no idea ma'an," he scratched the back of his head, avoiding all forms of eye contact with me.


"Zayn, stop being a jerk and talk to me already! Or at least try to look me in the eye," I spoke in my soft, sweet voice pulling a puppy dog face. In response I got a blank expression from him which made me roll my eyes. "Oh whatever!" I threw my hands in the air and the boys laughed. "Where's Harry and Lou?"


"Harry’s in your bedroom." I lifted my eyes to the door where Louis was standing, smiling at me. "So you finally decided to come home."


"It was only one night, and besides... I couldn’t really stay. Not with all the tension last night," I grumbled.


"Yeah but we were all worried about you, have you thought of that maybe?" Louis was really upset, even though he was smiling. "I think you two need to have a little talk before he goes."


"I know," I sighed. "Wish me luck," I walked into the house and was regretting what was to come next... confronting harry was going to be the worst and I was afraid of how it was going to turn out. I got to my bedroom door, calmed myself then turned the knob to open it.


Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone in his hands like he was expecting a call from someone and he looked like a proper mess. His hair uncombed, he didn’t make much of an effort with his clothes and he just looked defeated. Like he'd just lost the third world war, it was devastating to see him like that and knowing that it was my fault made it worse.


When he heard the door open he turned to it and when he saw it was me his face visibly relaxed. He got off the bed and made his way to me, pulling me in for a hug when he finally reached me. His touch was exactly what I needed at that moment.


"Where the hell did you go last night?" he asked when he pulled away from the hug, inspecting my body to see if everything was still in place.


I grabbed his face and pulled him to me, bring his lips to touch mine. The last thing I wanted to do was talk because it was going to get us nowhere, I just needed him to kiss me and to reassure me that everything was going to be just fine. We couldn’t be mad at each other when he left.


"Addie, I need to tell you something..." his voice was soft, like he was almost scared to say what he was going to say and it made me nervous.


"No, you don’t have anything to tell me," I said hurriedly, biting my lower lip. Whatever he was going to say, I was convinced it was going to ruin the perfect moment. "Whatever you have to say can wait."


"No it can’t," he took a step away from me and I felt a sting in my heart, like I’d just been rejected. "I don’t know how to tell you this..." he ran his fingers through his hair and heaved a sigh making me more and more nervous. "Addison, the night at the club... When I first met you," he rambled. "It wasn’t a coincidence."


I scowled, not comprehending what he was telling me. Of course it was a coincidence, I grabbed him randomly that night, and he was just some other guy at the club. How wasn’t that a coincident?


"I know it doesn’t make sense but I just..." he trailed off and stayed silent for a while. "We just need to end things." my eyes widened and the room started spinning a little. "Don’t get upset with me and don’t second guess everything I’ve ever said to you or done for you..."


"What do you mean 'we have to end things'?" I asked, still shocked.


"I’m not doing this to hurt you..." he raked his fingers through his hair again. "It’s not your fault. Your mother..."


"My mother?" I repeated. "What does Molly have to do with this?"


"She was the one who organised everything!" he blurted out. "She contacted Modest, she was the one whole told me which club you were going to be at... She said that it was only because she wanted to help you out..." he trailed off and tears welled up in my eyes. "I did it because I didn’t... it was easier back then and now..."


"What exactly are you trying to say harry?" the first tear tumbled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it off. I knew the answer already, I guess I just wanted to hear it coming out of his mouth.


"Addison, I think we both know what I’m trying to say," he pushed his hair out of his face. "She was worried about you... I agreed because I didn’t think I’d end up falling in love with you."


"You're a liar," it was barely a whisper and the tears came tumbling. "You lied to me, made me fall in love with you and now you're breaking my heart..." the pain in my head got worse and memories of the first night with him came flooding back.


I thought about all the rules I’ve broken, all because I liked him. Every little kiss, the words he said, the way he looked at me... it was all a lie. To him it was just a job for that wicked woman!


"Addison, just... it wasn’t supposed to..."


"What? End like this? And to think that I believed you!" I spat out and shoved him. "I actually believed you and I was dumb enough to fall in love with you..."


He tried to take a step closer to me, to touch me but I stepped away. I didn’t want to look at him, let alone have him touch me.


"I hate you!" I lied, the salty tears were now stinging my cheeks. "I hate you with all my heart!"


He was about to say something when we were interrupted by Paul. It was time for harry to leave, I didn’t turn to him because I didn’t want him seeing me crying. Harry told him that he was going to be down in a few then turned his attention back to me. He didn’t say much, just placed a long kiss on my forehead, whispered goodbye in my ear - promising that we'd see each other soon -- then left me alone to cry.


So that was the big secret he was hiding from me. The one person I trusted with my heart and it was all fake to him... it was only a job he was assigned to by my wicked mother.

Notes

Okay… so I’m gonna be like… yeah, I hope you’re not too mad at me for doing this… yeah…

I’m gonna go now!