Lexi’s P.O.V.

I checked out my baggage and looked around for Isabelle. “Lexi-boo,” she wrapped her arms around me. I giggled, hugging her back, although she was two years older then, she had a really small figure. “I missed you, Bells,” I said pulling away. “Where’s Filipe?” I asked looking around for her boyfriend. “He’s coming back, tomorrow,” she said as we walked towards the exit. “So, Mrs. Styles. Huh?” she teased, inspecting the promise ring on my finger. “Shut up, Bells,” I smacked her hand as a blush rose on my cheeks. “And when were you going to tell me about your singing skills,” she asked referring to Wembley. I shrugged. “What the--” I yelled as I saw the endless sea of papz. “Did you forget you’re popular now?” Belle said smugly. I rolled my eyes, as we tried to make my way past the paparazzi.

I groaned as I reached the flat. “Finally,” I mumbled and dropped on the bed. Before I knew I was drifting to sleep. I heard Belle mumbling something about buying groceries, but I was too sleepy to care.

I heard a loud creak, and saw a tall, dark figure towering me. He pinned me against the wall grabbing my wrists. I caught a glimpse of his face—Scott. What the fuck. How did he come here? I was in full on panicking mode, but on a brave face. He nipped on my neck, moving down my cleavage. I used my fists to hit him on the chest, only to get slapped by him, and he pressed his beer-tasting lips on me. I scrunched my nose in disgust trying to push him away, which was useless because he was way too strong. A tear rolled down my cheek, knowing what was going to happen next. “Now , where’s that pretty boy of yours,” he smirked. “Harry,” I mumbled. “Get off me you, dick!” I yelled through blurry eyes, he looked at me with an amused expression. I took the moment to kick him in the balls and made a run for the door, but before I could turn the knob, he pulled me back by my hair, slamming me against the wall, and pulling out a knife. I whimpered as he slid a cut on my cheek. The knife moved to my throat, and that’s when real panic settled. He was going to kill me. I screamed, and shut my eyes, as all memories of Harry flashed in my mind. His smile, his dimples, his green eyes—

“LEXI!” Isabelle’s voice forced me to open my eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly. I looked around the room there was no Scott, and realized I was sweating. I turned around to check the time almost midnight. “Lex,” she asked again. I was breathing heavily, and only a specific curly-haired and green-eyed boy could calm me down. I nodded and told Belle to go to sleep, she refused. After pleading for a while she went away. Tears rolled down my cheek. That was so real. I unlocked my phone, and smiled a little at my home screen—It was a picture of Harry with Halexy, the night before we went bowling. Before Harry almost killed Sc—

I wiped a few tears before dialing his number.


Harry’s P.O.V.

Paul drove us back to the flat; no one was ready to talk. The girls were still sniffling in their boyfriends’ arms. After mumbling a bye the lads headed to their flats and El, Lou and I headed to ours. El offered to cook food, which wasn’t eaten by anyone. After flipping through channels for a while, I headed to my room, waiting for Lexi to call.

It was almost midnight and I was restlessly changing positions, trying to sleep without an Angel beside me. Lexi hadn’t called yet, I was a little angry but then she must be tired. Calling mum at this time of the night wouldn’t be a very good idea. I picked my guitar from the bedside and started strumming random chords. After God knows how long, I heard my phone buzzing. A smile took over my face as I saw my girl’s picture flashing across the screen; along with the name I’d given her—Angel.
“Hi baby,” I said into the phone, forgetting that I was supposed to be angry.

“H-Harry,” she sobbed. I instantly stiffened.

“What is it Ange, Why are you crying?” I asked softly.

“I had a ni-nightmare abou-t Sc-scott. I miss you Harry,” she said in her angelic voice. How I wish I was there wrapping my arms around her petite waist and singing her to sleep. “I-it was s-so real. H-harreh,” she whimpered, as my heart ached. “Sh… baby, it was just a dream right,” I tried to comfort her through the phone. “Wi-ll yo-you sing to me,” she asked. “Anything to make you feel happy, babe,” I said before singing the first song that came to my mind.

When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise, I closed my eyes remembering her beautiful gray eyes, twinkling with mischief and shining with innocence.
Well, there's so much they hold,
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul? A single tear rolled down my cheek, because she honestly had been through a lot.

Well, I won't give up on us, That was true I wasn’t giving up on us. Distance is supposed to make love grow stronger.
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waitin, I wouldn’t leave her even if she walked away
To see what you find

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up, still looking up.

Well, I won't give up on us
God knows I'm tough enough
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up, I strained my ears to hear her soft content breathing.

“I love you,” I whispered before hanging up and slowly drifting to sleep myself.

“Morning, baby cakes!” Louis sang opening the curtains so the sun was streaming on my face. I spread my arm out, then sighed realizing I wasn’t going to wake up my angel by peppering her face with kisses. “Morning, boo-bear,” I threw the covers away. “Did Lexi call, last night?” Louis asked sitting beside me. “Yeah, she…she had a nightmare about Scott,” I mumbled. “Oh,” he whispered.

“Anyway what are we going to do, today?” I asked clearing the sad atmosphere. “Well, tour starts next week. So, we’ve got this week off. Let’s call the lads and play FIFA. Later at night we can Skype Lexi. Since her classes start today,”

“Alright,” I nodded. And unlocked my phone; going through twitter.

Missing waking up beside my baby girl. Love you, Angelxxx--@Lexi_Tomlinson. After tweeting I went to shower.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, searching through my clothes for some sweats and my Ramones t-shirt, I searched through all the clothes but didn’t find it. My phone buzzed indicating a new notification. Luv you more @Harry_Styles ;) and a link to a picture. I smiled at the photo.

Lexi’s P.O.V.

My phone rang. I ran a hand through my hair, turned off the dryer and picked up the phone. “Morning, Dimples,” I said applying my mascara. “You know I’ve spend the last half an hour looking for that shirt,” he said trying to sound mad, which was a complete fail. I giggled looking down at myself. “Yeah? Let’s just say I stole some of your shirts, Styles,” I smirked. “Sneaky devil,” he said through the phone, and I could hear his smile through the phone.

“Ready, Lex!” Belle’s voice echoed in the house.

“Just a minute, Bells,” I yell-answered, putting lip-gloss and walking towards the door. “I heard you’re missing me, Styles,” I teased him. “A lot, really,” he answered his voice saddening. “SHIT!” I screamed seeing the papz. “Babe, you don’t have to curse in my ear,” he laughed from the other line. “I wouldn’t, if the papz weren't ooutside my flat,” I said out of breath, when I finally reached the car, and Belle took off. “WHAT?” he yelled, making me wince. Belle was fangirling beside me, “Would you mind keeping your eyes on the road, Dupont. I don’t wanna die at the young age of 19,” I said glaring at her. “And yeah, Styles. The papz are basically everywhere,” I told him. “Sorry, babe. That’s one thing I can’t control,” he said softly.

“Hey, it’s, okay,” I told him.

“I’ll Skype you guys later. I’m at the Uni now. Alright? Love you,” I said shifting the books from one hand to another and walking towards my class. “Bye. And love you more,” he said making me smile. Maybe we this wasn’t as difficult as I thought. Maybe we could easily make this work. I thought to myself, before sitting at my usual desk, beside Belle.

Notes

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