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#52 - Playing the Intermediary Part 2 (Harry Styles)

Summary:  Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend.

Part 1

“You told him about me?” I yelled on the phone. “Have you lost it? You told me he was mad and obsessive and now you just push him to me!” “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything. He just asked me who this friend was and that is it. I told him. Look, he won’t trouble you. He just wanted to know just the person who spoke to him on the other side.” “Well, that is not what he asked!” I screamed. “What? What happened?” She questioned. “He wants to me to help him. Help him heal because I was the one who slashed the knife. He made me feel really guilty, Sara.” “Then, don’t feel guilty,” she said. “What? It is not that easy. He is at the same University.” “He won’t see you, and anyway, the man’s good at manipulation, and making people feel like that. He is a master at it, kept me with him for almost four years!” She laughed. She was so happy and ignorant these days. “Why do you speak so badly of him? Like why? He seemed fine to me.” “He is fine…until he is not. Maybe, I just wasn’t the right person for him,” She sighed. “Look, I don’t think he will be much trouble. I really don’t want to talk about him anymore. You know, I am going to date!” And she went on about her life, ignoring my issue with her ex who wanted me to help him. — “You know, I think you should drop it. They are asking too much of you, and it is not worth the stress you are under!” I was trying to sort out an issue of my friend at her workplace. “Right, I think, I’ll do it. Thank you so much for all your help, lovely,” She hugged me and left. “So, is this a charity service you do, or you’re picky?” My spine stiffened as I heard his voice. “Harry Styles,"I smiled, turning around. He was standing, leaning against the counter in a suit. He looked…ravishing. This was strange. I had never had a man affect me like this, and he was a no-go zone. "So, there is a play, ‘A night in Paris” We should go for it,“He said. "I don’t think so, but you should. It has an amazing review!” I smiled and turned around. “I thought you were a helper…” “Look, she wanted to break up with you. She was miserable. I have known her for 7 years and the last three, she has spent cribbing about how sad she is in her relationship. And, don’t tell me that you weren’t sad, either. Your girlfriend didn’t even give you five minutes of her day, and you didn’t find that absolutely insulting!” I yelled. “I did what a friend is supposed to do. I am sorry, you heard me on the phone. I can’t understand how that must have felt. But, you are blaming the wrong person.” I calmed down. He didn’t respond. Just stared at me, with a look I couldn’t decipher. Then, he just turned around and walked away.   — I was sweaty. I was sweaty and my dress stuck to me, making me feel irritated enough to take it off, only I was in public, in a club, dancing my heart out. I took it as a de-stress, and it helped immensely. Exhausted, I walked to the bar where all my friends were, seeing they had met up with new people. I was quite drunk, so when I saw Harry Styles sitting on the counter, smiling both his dimples out, engrossed in the conversation with my friend, I was a little more than turned on. He had that effect on me. It was something I couldn’t explain. And, the act that he was the forbidden fruit for me, made him all the more inviting to sink my teeth in. “Y/N, do you want another drink?"My friend wrapped her arm around me and kissed my forehead. I could see his attention shift to me, and I knew he was taking me in. I secretly hoped he liked what he saw. I didn’t see myself in a comparison with his ex. She was too hot, too pretty,  your perfect next door neighbour girl, while I was just different. I had never been in a relationship, so that could also add to the fact that I had zero sex appeal or if I did, I had no idea how to use it. At all. We were introduced and he just nodded. Didn’t put his hand out to greet me, just one nod, and looked away. I was gutted. I was more than upset, and it showed on my drunk face, "I’ll have another one of these,” I shouted. It was a while after, he spoke to me. I was sitting on the bar stool, gulping my drink, and he was sitting three seats away, in a suit which did things to me and looking all calm and composed. “Don’t you think you should stop?"He said when I was going to order another one. "And you are?” I asked, rolling my eyes. “A 'helper’,” the minute he said that it felt like I sobered up, and I got off my seat. I needed some air, and I walked up to the terrace. I saw him follow me, shutting the door behind us. I went and sat on the chair placed on the edge, and just looked at the city sprawled in front of me. “Why are you here?” I asked. “You know, I am studying here…” He said. “No, why are you here with me?"I asked. "You don’t like me. Why be here with me?” “I can’t wrap my head around you…” “You don’t have to, I have nothing to do with you.” “You broke up with me,” He said, raising his eyebrows. “Have you lost it?” I yelled. “I didn’t break up! Your girlfriend who hates you did! I just passed her message to you!” “No, those weren’t her words. She has never said those words with me. Never. I thought nothing that she can say can hurt me, and you come into the picture and it crushes me. Crush everything that I have, and destroy my relationship!"He yelled back "Are you really not going to consider how she didn’t want you? Like, I mean you are murdering a messenger. Why were you with her?You knew she wanted to break away, didn’t even like you much less love, then why try and hold her down?” “Because that’s what a fucking relationship is! It takes time, it takes effort, it takes one person to hold on, and get over the phase instead of giving things up! It takes commitment, and it takes to lose your ego and give your everything. That is how a relationship is made!” I could see the anger climb up to his eyes, take over his face, as his eyes filled with tears. “When do you know that the person you are investing your heart into is right?” I whispered. “You are no one to ask. You have never been in a love like mine,” he said, looking at me disgusted. “I don’t want to love a love like yours.”

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