The Way We Used To Be - ON HOLD-

“Where have you been? Are you okay?” My mother asked after I walked inside, she looked fine though. The house was fine. There was no yelling, what did I miss?
“I was with Scar… where are the twins?”
“Aiden is in his room doing homework and Oliver is with Melanie. What is going on with you though? I’ve talked to them, you’re the one screening my calls.”
“I just didn’t hear my phone go off, it was on silent from class. I’m sorry.” I said as I pushed past her, something was up with the twins, but I just couldn’t deal with that right now.
“We’ll talk about this later! You can’t avoid me forever!” My mother yelled as I closed my door, she was pretty good about giving me space when I obviously needed it.
I looked at my phone, Scarlett had texted me.
Scar:
TMZ…. You’re on there.
Maggie:
What?! How? Why!
Scar:
You’re the girl that kicked Harry Styles in the nuts, that’s why.
Maggie:
Fucking shit.

I opened my laptop immediately and went to the page.
Raven haired femme fatale, the girl who took Harry Styles out.
“Seriously?” I said aloud.
Mystery woman is no longer a mysterious, sources reveal that the violent fan is not a fan at all. She is in fact Harry’s oldest friend! Looks like trouble in paradise for the heart throb. Hope he put some ice on that.
I closed my eyes, I knew who the source was. Fuck you Mel.
I picked my phone up again, before I had a chance to call her and curse her out, a number lit up on the screen that I didn’t recognize.

“Hello….?” I said wearily, hoping that a pap didn’t get my number.
“Don’t hang up, PLEASE” Harry said quickly. I opened my mouth, maybe I had been a bit harsh earlier, I decided not to say anything.
“Maggs?” He asked.
“What?”
“Oh, okay. I thought you hung up. Where are you? Please see me, I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.” He did sound frantic.
I licked the backs of my teeth before speaking, “I’m in my room. Where are you?”
“I’m outside, look down.”
I stood and walked over to my window, opening it and looking down. Sure enough, he was by the cellar door.

“Meet me in our spot.” He said before hanging up and walking to the door and pulling it open, they really should put a lock on that.
I looked in the mirror, I was about to brush my hair when I rolled my eyes. He is not worth it.
I walked out of my room and avoided my mother as I opened the basement door, walking quickly down the stairs.

“No lights?” Harry said from the shadows.
“Habit.” I answered dryly.
“I know you hate me, but I need your help.” He said as he stepped into the little light that was coming into the room.

“With what? And more importantly why would I help you?”
“Maggie, everyone is saying I’m a jerk and a womanizer and then what you did today… my reputation is fucked. Please, just forgive me. I’m begging.”

“You’re serious? You’re mad because people know the real you? A lying, womanizing, jerk? And somehow I need to help you fix that. You fucked me and then never called me again. I gave you something I can never give anyone else Harry and you just threw it away, you’re daft if you think I’d ever help you.”

“Maggie, you honestly think I’d do that?! They wouldn’t let me call anyone, they wouldn’t let me even call my mum for more than an hour a week. It was like a fucking boot camp and I missed you every single day.”

“And when you were done? When you’d lost the competition? What then? Too busy?”
“No, I just thought you’d hate me by then… I didn’t think I had a chance…” he said as he stepped near me.

“You were right then, you don’t. You broke my heart…” I felt the tears welling up, I never talked about this, I never let my feeling out and here he was standing in front of me. The distinct features of his face were becoming visible as my eyes adjusted to the dark. His pink pout calling to me like it did so many times before. His hair was a mess, he needed a trim, yet he looked handsome as ever.

“Please, Maggie… I’ve never loved anyone else. It’s always been you, I didn’t mean to screw it up so bad, please…” He was holding my hands now, pulling me closer to him.
I wanted so badly to give up, to forgive him and fall into his arms and let him hold me and kiss me and make it all better.
I didn’t though, how could I? I had some dignity left.
“What do you need my help with then?” I finally asked, pulling my hands back and wiping my eyes.
“I just need you to go out with me, just be seen with me so people don’t think you hate me…” His voice broke with the last words, because he knew I did hate him.
I scoffed, crossing my arms.
“What like get coffee and then part ways?”
“No, like… spend a day with me. Lunch, a museum, something that is extra friendly.”
“I don’t want to be friendly with you.”
“Please, if I lose this… everything I’ve worked hard for and given my mother, it’ll all be taken away…”

Fuck him. Really? The mother card? I let out a groan.

“Fine. I’m paying for myself though, I do not need your money or your pity or you. I will do this one thing and then you will leave me alone forever, okay?” I gave him a stern look.

“I promise.” He said softly.

“Good. Good night Harry.” I said flatly.

“I’ll pick you up Saturday around eleven, dress cute. You’re going to have your picture taken.” He said with a smirk and then turned to walk out.

I truly hate him.

Notes

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