Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

Two weeks...


It'd been two weeks and I was still very much affected by the break-up. I hadn’t really spoken about it to anyone because: for starters, I didn’t want it getting in the way of my working and secondly, I couldn’t exactly tell everyone why we broke up. 'Oh, we broke up because he wasn’t really into me... He was hired by my mother to date me.' The conversation was going to be an awkward one to have.


Already it was all over the news. Directioners across the world were all celebrating the spilt. The news came shortly after Harry was spotted in Europe having dinner out at some fancy French restaurant with some French model -- why did that boy like models so much -- who was perfect in every way and wasn’t me.


My representatives -- along with Harry's reps -- then released a statement confirming that Harry and I were no longer a thing: 'Harry and Addison are no longer dating, it was a mutual decision, and they'd appreciate it if you respected the fact that they need space.' That was it, the stupid statement that was sent over to the E! Network.


Soon after #singleharrystyles was trending on twitter. The paparazzi camped outside my house, it got so bad that I ended up having to stay with Selena for a couple of days. All in all, the break-up was affecting me negatively and to make it worse, Demi wasn’t with me. She was with her father who was out of hospital and in need of someone to take care of him.


I guess I was coping fine with the break-up that was until the one stupid scene which I had to do. Hanna found out that Jake -- played by my good friend Dylan O' Brien -- was playing her the entire time. His character being with Hannah was only a way to get close to A... it kinda hit home.


I was halfway through saying one of the lines when I burst into tears, but we didn’t stop rolling probably because the directors thought it was gold and they praised me over and over again when the cameras stopped rolling. I faked a smile or two before running towards the trailers, into mine and slamming the door shut behind me. I slid down the door and sobbed.

The sobs were loud and my body shook as I let the tears fall -- looking hideous in the process.


There was light tapping on the door which made me stop. "Addison?" Dylan spoke calmly on the other side of the door. "Is everything okay?"

I got onto my feet, wiped the tears although I knew he wasn’t stupid and was going to know that I’d been crying. I calmed my breathing then opened the door for him. Of course I’d told him about the break-up -- leaving the mom detail out -- and he'd given me some advice as a 'dude'. I trusted him.


"Is everything okay?" he asked as he walked into the trailer. "You just ran off..."


"Yeah," I forced a smile on my face but that soon turned into a frown and the tears were falling again. "Well kinda... I thought I was fine, I don’t know what's come over me..."


He kept the distance between, unsure of what to do. He’d revealed to me once that he didn’t know what to do when girls cried.


"It's over Dyl," I spoke so softly. "It was all a lie. Everything he said to me, his actions. It was all a lie..." Poor soul must’ve been so confused as to what was going on. "I thought that maybe..."


That maybe he was different to Joe. That he genuinely cared about me. That he was actually going to be the one to make me want to change for the better. That he loved me regardless of all my flaws.


"I need to get away..." I groaned. "Even if it's for a couple of days. I need to get away from Hollywood. If another paparazzo asks me about Harry, I just might lose my mind."


He chuckled softly and when I’d calmed down he pulled me in for a hug. "Okay, but after you finish shooting." I rolled my eyes. "It won’t be that bad, only one more month and you're done."


"Yeah, whatever..."


We both took a seat on my couch and started chatting. He told me about the new project he was going to start working on, The Maze Runner, and how he was excited about it. I told him about my plans -- not that there was a lot -- but I mentioned something about singing to which he joked and said I couldn’t sing to save my life.


"You should come over to my house," I got up from my place on the couch and headed to my dresser. "It's not like you have anything to do and well I got the new season of Breaking Bad..."


"Sounds like a plan," he jumped off the couch. "Let me go get my stuff," he was also a little under the weather since him and his girlfriend, Britt, had split. He didn’t talk about it much, it was a guy thing not to dwell on break-ups.


A few hours later we were sitting in front of the TV watching Breaking Bad, a bottle of wine and empty Chinese cartons tumbled on the table. My mind drifted off to Europe, where Harry was. I’d heard some news on TV about the tour and how well it was going and it left me with a heavy heart. Tears collected in my eyes so I turned to Dylan who was so engrossed in what was happening in front of him.


He was attractive, very attractive and crazy talented which made me more attracted to him. Nothing like a man who was good at his craft, he was a good kisser too not that it mattered. Snap out of it Addie! I told myself but I couldn’t stop looking at him, and soon enough I found myself climbing onto his lap, my legs astride him. This obviously caught him off guard -- it was obvious in his eyes -- and although he wanted to say something he didn’t.


"Stay the night," I whispered seductively into his ear before moving my lips to his and bringing them together.


Automatically, his lips started moving with mine but it was only the alcohol making him do it. Soon, there was a lot of passion in our little exchange and slowly his hands were groping my behind and pulling me closer to him. Realising what was going on, he pulled away.


"We can't do this Addison, I need to get uh..." he looked around, guilt all over his face. "I have to go."


"No you don’t," I argued, my speech lagged.


"You'll regret this in the morning Add..." he argued back but it was no use.


"I won't because know exactly what I’m doing..." I said softly. "You're Dylan O' Brien," I kissed him on the lips again then snipped at his lower lip a little. "My hunky co-star. We're at my house, in the living room..." I smirked. "See, I know exactly what's going on..."


His lips were on mine again and we were stripping each other, throwing the clothes onto the floor and oh my God, his body was amazing. The sex was amazing too and I felt so bad for enjoying it so much. Did I have feelings for Dylan? No, we were two friends who were just being there for each other. It was a moment thing.


Were things going to get awkward between us? No, not at all... in fact it made our relationship 100 times better. Even after that sex though, I couldn’t help but miss harry and my mind wondered where he was and what he was up to...

Notes

Coming up next? Harry’s POV of things, yes we’re going to Europe! Oh yeah, get excited!


And is Addie going to the recording studio? And there will be another awkward encounter… I hate those.


And then our two lovers – Harry and Addie – are going to come together but how will that turn out? Guess you gotta keep reading! Love you all! Bye.


P.S : Sorry for taking almost half a month to update, I'm terrible I know!