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#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

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

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“So, it is just this. I don’t know how to do it,” She shook her head. 

“But, you are sure that he loves you?” I asked. 

“That’s the only thing I’m sure about. You know, how it is, it’s just after the death, it’s like he clings to me. And we have been together for three years, I just don’t want to make it a four. God, just make me break up!” She moaned. 

“I feel you’re the first person who wishes to get rid of someone who loves you. Here, nobody loves me and I would love a boyfriend!” I laughed. 

“I wish he cheats on me. Like I don’t see us together. I don’t see any part in the future where our ideologies match, or our interests. It’s like I grew up and he never did!” She went on explaining, “I think, he is just used to me, and then he calls it love. Because I don’t spend more than five minutes talking to him. I hardly respond to his texts and he still doesn’t get the clue. I told him I don’t want to get married until I am 28 while he does, and he still doesn’t get it!“ 

"Why don’t you just break up? Like just lay it out. All clear." 

"You think I haven’t tried? I have done it repeatedly. REPEATEDLY. He doesn’t understand, then starts crying and then, it’s just - you have to help me. Tell him, that I am depressed with him. I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t marry him. I never will. Our minds don’t match, our nothing matches and I don’t want him. He will be happier with anyone else other than me. Tell him!” She groaned. 

“Alright, I am sending this recording to him." 

"Wait, what? You recorded it?” She played it again, “Yeah, as proof. Poor guy should hurt now than when you make it four years, you know. So, promise he won’t come running after me if I send him this and ask him to lay off?” I asked. 

“I have a feeling, that he won’t believe it. Like he will just be like, you’re joking." 

"Not after, I have spoken to him…” I dialled his number. “Hello? Is this Harry?" 

"Yeah, it’s Harry. Who is this?" 

"Not important. What’s important is that I’m Sara’s friend.”

“What? Is everything alright? Is everything fine? Is she hurt.” My heart broke for him. But, this was good for him. They were both breaking each other. 

“Well, not really. Look, Sara is depressed. And, I have been seeing her for months now. She is not happy. At all. She wants to get rid of you. She doesn’t want you in her life anymore. She doesn’t care for you. Doesn’t see any future with you, and I feel you should stop embarrassing yourself and live your life and let her live hers." 

"What? Who the fuck are you? Give her the phone." 

"No, Harry. I know you are better than this. I know you have been together for a long time, but you have to see she is miserable and if you do truly claim to love her, then you will leave her, cause she doesn’t want you or have any respect left for you. I mean, she made me call you. Made me do it because you don’t even acknowledge her words when she tells you the same. This is toxic. I have sent a voice message. That’s her begging me to tell you. Give it up, Harry. Let her go. You are not worth each other." 

There was pin drop silence on the other side for the next 10 seconds. Long enough, I cut the call. 

“What did he say?” Sara looked at me hopefully. 

“He played the recording according to my notification.” My heart was breaking for him. No one should be hurt like that. But, he did call for it. 

“God, I hope it works,” She groaned and checked her phone. He has sent a ‘why would you do this to me?’. Cause I want to get rid off you, you fucker! I have texted - we are over, to him. Hope it’s final this time!” 

“You really don’t love him, do you?” I asked. 

“Never did. I don’t even know why I was with him. Promise me, don’t ever be in a relationship where you can’t say why are you together. It’s the worst thing.”

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“It happened!” Sara called cheering the next day. “We are over! You did it! We did it!” She yelled. I was back home since I was just visiting her place. 

“Oh wow, that’s great for you! You are the first I have seen this happy as well!” 

“I am rejoicing my freedom!” 

“Yeah, umm is he alright? He won’t go and hurt himself or anything right? I don’t want to go to prison,” I tried to laugh. 

“No, he is heartbroken. But, he will be fine. I am not the bad person here. You know that right?” She asked, looking for my approval. 

“There is no right or wrong here, Sara. I just hope you don’t regret it.” I smiled. 

“I don’t think, I will. I have wanted it for so long. More than a year, and it feels right. Anyway, got to go, I have a class! Bye baby!” 

I didn’t get relationships. People were just confusing, and this case just confused me so much more. How does love become a noose around your neck, and why do we let it get it to that stage. 

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It had been a month since that day. Sara was happy, and getting better. She looked much more relaxed than before, and I knew it was because she didn’t have him in her life. She had less stress and she was finally getting into herself. I wondered at times about Harry. How was he dealing with it? Dealing with wholly believing that his love loved him, only to be absolutely shattered in the end by it. 

I thought about him a lot. More than a lot, at times. It felt wrong, but as much as I understood Sara, the more I tried to understand Harry. Why did he lead himself to that stage? And why did he do that to himself and her?

“Hi, can I have a Latte, size medium, please?” I needed a coffee. 

“Sugar?” 

“No, thank you. I am trying to get rid of it!” I laughed. 

I sat down on the side table with my coffee, ready to work, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and, I was right. Only I didn’t expect to stare back. He was beautiful. His eyes were so big, and his face looked as if it was carved to perfection. He was frowning though, “Can I help you?” I asked. 

“It’s you.” He whispered.

“Umm, me?” He got up from his table, and came and sat in front of me. I looked around, finding this weird. 

“You’re the one who broke up with me.” 

“Excuse me?” I frowned. 

“I mean, broke up with me for my girlfriend, ex..girlfriend,” he stared, his face not giving any other emotion. His voice sounded so much better in person. Shut up, Y/N. 

“You must have me mistaken?” 

“No, I can’t. I have tried. I can’t forget that voice. I can’t forget your voice. I don’t remember anything hurting me more. And, I think I have seen you in one of Sara’s pictures, I have a good memory.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah, fuck. I’m Harry,” He put his hand forward, and I just looked at it. 

“How are you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He pulled his hand back and got comfortable in his seat. 

“How do you think I am?” His voice was so straight, deep and sharp. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You broke my heart, shattered it.” 

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend shattered it.” 

“And, you approved?” He asked, his eyes were watery. 

“I didn’t have the say. It wasn’t about me.” 

“Then, why the fuck were you in it?” He raised his voice, and moved forward as I pushed back. 

“I was asked a favour, and I did it.”

“Were those your words or hers?” 

“Shouldn’t you be over her?” 

“After you humiliated me?” He pointed. 

“I didn’t do anything. You were both doing it to yourself,” I should shut up. At least bite my tongue. 

“I thought I was having a new start, until I heard your voice,” He looked to the window. There was something wrong with him. 

“I would still recommend it,” he looked at me. “This is a great place to have one. It should be easy.” 

“Are you in a relationship?” He asked, and I shook my head. “Ever been?” I shook my head again. “Then, you don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop advising.” He sneered. 

“Right, why are you at this table? I did nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you. I was the intermediary, a mere messenger…” 

“Do you like playing the intermediary in places?” He asked. Why was he so beautiful? Why hadn’t I asked to see his picture before? Sara had put me off him, that I was sure there would have been something rotten about him. He just looked broken to me.. 

“I like helping.” 

He looked at me, then shook his head. “Well, then Y/N - help me.” He said smirking. 

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PART 2

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Concept:

Imagine getting a new toaster with Harry. Being completely excited by it because it is your first purchase done together in his apartment that you moved into which came fully refurbished. You didn’t even have the opportunity to set up your wardobe because he had hired someone to do it for you amd add things which you didnt have so this toaster seemed like an acheivement.

“I’m going to make so much food with it,” you say as you place it on the counter and plug it in.

“So much food, as in one toast for breakfast!” Harry laughed disposing the box into the bin.

“And toasty sandwiches!” You exclaimed.

“We aren’t in college love, we have a sandwich maker,” he kissed your forehead giving you an adoring look.

“Oh well, the toasts at least will be really nice,” you said pouting a bit, wanting to make this place your own but still clueless how you could do that.

“I’m sure, want to make me one right now? I’ll get the butter out?” He asked making you smile and nodding your head, all excited to use this little thing you bought together in your new home.

#35 Curse of Being Perfect Part 2 (Harry Styles)

PART 1,

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“How was the party last night?” Jim asked me at the shop.

“Oh great, great, just great!” I smiled and took my things and left. The party ended for me last night after I left my house looking for Grace. But, the goddess disappeared. She was not at her house, and I didn’t know her enough to know where she would be at 11:30 PM. Probably her boyfriends…

I wanted to throttle my demon who kept whispering things, making me cringe at my own actions. From the morning till now, I was drowned in guilt. Neel planned to show me the entire amount of work she put in and in her own little way, it was a lot. All I could remember was how cruel I was to her every time I can back. Our friends were common now, but I always excluded her. I knew she was at the party as a plus one, that evening, but it didn’t stop me from insulting her.

“Mum, I got the stuff. I’m going to the field for a bit,” Not taking my car, I walked down to the only quiet place I could think of; I liked the fact that, not a lot of people knew about and, it made it easier for me just to be there. I climbed the steps to a small place where, the river just flew and, it only a couple could sit there. I saw black hair from the top and, I stopped in my tracks not before, causing a pebble to drop.

Grace looked up and, her eyes widened. I’m sure she cursed before she took a breath, “could you please not come here?” She asked.

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

“Yes, it must be hard hearing a No, but this is my quiet place and, I don’t want it to be ruined,” She met my eyes, they were wet, “under any circumstances, so please.”

“This is my quiet place, too,” I said climbing down and she huffed. “And, there is a place for one more so, I can sit in my corner, and you sit in yours,” I smiled, trying to be genuinely nice. You have to try to be nice.

She cuddled into herself, getting in a corner and reading her book from the little sunlight that fell on the page. Not once, did she look at me? But, I couldn’t help staring. The feeling when you see someone for the first time, this time real? Her cheeks were a bit red and, she sniffed and, she tried hiding behind her long hair. She was beautiful it was quite clear. But, it wasn’t just her face, it kinda grew out of her which I always tried to copy. You succeeded, now everyone knows how nice you are. Only she knows the horrible face.

“So, what have you been up to?” I asked her, making her stop and look at me.

“Why are you talking to me?” She looked at me in confusion.

“That’s rude. I thought you were so nice to everybody,” I tried smiling instead of smirking.

“What do you want, Harry?” she asked, closing her book.

“Will you forgive me if I say sorry?” her eyes wide, and then, looking all around the tiny space. “There is no one here.”

“Are you saying sorry or asking for my reaction if you say sorry?” she questioned.

“I am saying sorry,” I decided. “I am sorry, I mean.”

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” She nodded and opened her book again.

“That’s – that’s it, you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked her confused.

“Talk about what?” She looked up and, I frowned. “Look, I know you hate me. I don’t know why and frankly, I have cared for so long, but I don’t anymore. It’s frustrating, and you’re not the only important thing in my life. You have a perfect life, the perfect career in a field that you love! You have the entire world loving you and just waiting for you to smile! You know what I have? A fucking tough college which drains the core of you. A course in something, I am not positive I like, but Father says, it’s just a phase. What if it’s not? You are already earning, in millions! I have to make my career after this hell house is over, in a field, I am not sure I even like, so save it!  I don’t want to talk about how the only imperfect thing in your life is that I exist, okay! Or is that giving too much importance to myself?” She got up angry, I had never seen her angry.

“Grace – I…”

“Save it, Harry.”

She climbed and left the tiny space while I sat dumbfounded in the same place.

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It was a month after I saw her again. In a bookshop, in London, looking all calm and composed and, I couldn’t help myself, “Hey, I am Harry,” I went and stood beside her.

She looked at me and then, back to the book. Maybe in shock, and looked back at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I saw you and, couldn’t help myself honestly,” I looked into her eyes. “Would you like to join me for lunch?”

“I…rather not, I have to –”

“Please Grace, give me a chance. I swear I won’t hurt you.”

She gulped, but nodded and followed me out. I took her to one of my favourite places here, and got a table in one of the rooms, luckily. “This is fancy,” She smiled.

“It’s just more private, what would you like to drink?” I asked her, and she shrugged. “Well, I’ll order, try it?” She nodded, as she fiddled with her fingers. She was out of her comfort zone.

“How’s college?” I asked.

“Alright…”

“Look, Grace, I – I don’t know how to apologise for what I have done and –”

“I forgave you, Harry. Long back, I told you,” She said, softly. “I don’t hold any grudges, really.”

“I hated you.”

“What?”

“I did, like badly. You are always so perfect. You excelled at everything! And, I couldn’t help be jealous. I had to be, but I forgot you were my motivator. I always thought, if I could be like Grace, I could win it. Secretly, I still do,” I whispered. “I am sorry, I have been so blind with us.”

“Perfect? You think I’m perfect?” She scoffed. “I am far from perfect. I couldn’t get the one guy I liked to like me back, do you know how important that is to a teen girl? And, he crushed me at every opportunity he got. We used to be friends, Harry. I won maybe because I always wanted to impress you. Just have you say that I was amazing, but that never happened. So, I stopped performing. You know, why are you telling me all this now? What’s the point?” I could see she was tired.

“I didn’t know you like me,” I told her, honestly.

“Yes, you were too blind hating me. I saw you as perfect. Everything about you, from your hard work to your band, I came for every show. Until you told me, I wasn’t invited. And, your girlfriend laughed at me. Humiliated me and told me to stop being fixated on you, and that you hated it. So, I stopped that, there isn’t much for me to stop now. And, I won’t. You are not that important and – what am I doing here? I need to leave, I am sorry,” she got up from the table and picked up her bag. On impulse I got up and, was at her side, stopping her from running again.

“Look, just wait, a minute,” I said, wrapping my arms around her so, she stopped struggling to get away.

“Let me go, Harry!” I yelled, crying now.

“No, not again,” I made her drop her bag, “look at me,” After struggling for a bit longer, I made her turn and, made her look at me. Her cheeks were wet as, I removed her hair from her face. “There I can see you, now. You are very beautiful, and I don’t hate you.”

“What game is this?” She whispered.

“There’s no game. What are we now, twenty-two? We are too old for games,” I giggled. “Just calm down,” I made her breathe and, sit down again, pulling a chair next to her. She hiccupped and, took some water, clutching the glass in her hands. We ate our meal in silence. Our old waiter understanding that his presence should be kept to the minimum left us alone.

“Are you travelling back or staying here?” I asked her.

“Staying,” she answered.

“Where?”

“I have to look for a place, not sure.”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Come stay with me? I have a house here, and you won’t have to spend too much time looking for a place either.”

“No, umm, I am staying here for a couple of days. Wanted a break so, umm, yeah.”

“Then, stay for a couple of days here?” I pushed, “I know, I am pushing you. It’s a lot to take, but just believe once?”

“Harry, I - ” She hiccupped.

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#35 The Curse of Being Perfect ( Harry Styles)

I wonder if I should give introductions to my work. What do you think? 

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She was here. I wasn’t sure that she would have made an appearance tonight, especially after our verbal battle the last party, I had held in my hometown. It wasn’t much of a battle. It was just me speaking to her on the balcony questioning why she was there. She wasn’t invited to that party, I didn’t invite her. And her eyes grew wide, and tears flew down, I couldn’t help feel they were fake. No one can be like her. It was impossible, she was a brilliant actress, always had been but, here she was, again. Maybe, she didn’t have any self-respect left?  

“Grace, you’re here! Thank you so much for coming!” Mum had invited her, dammit! She found about my behaviour against her, this was a way of asking for forgiveness. I didn’t know what I had to be sorry for, though. This woman had everything. She had been better than me in everything. If that wasn’t frustrating enough, she was incredibly nice to everyone. Never had anything bad to say to anyone, always remained calm and composed in any debate not showing her feelings, but I got them out of her. I have no idea why I felt so vicious against her. It wasn’t a good thing, and I wasn’t like that. She brought out the worst in me. Always pretending to be benevolent, she always won every singing competition, acting competition, academically she was brilliant, studying in Cambridge at the moment. The only time she didn’t win was when she didn’t participate. She was the ideal, and I was always compared to her. Only she was always better and, it came so naturally to her. I hated this fact. Everyone admired her, all my friends, too but I didn’t think she had friends. She was too perfect to have any, I guess. It was amazing when I left for X Factor, finally achieving something more than her. Something she couldn’t achieve, and I won this time, without her having anything to do with it.

I noticed her dressed in a black lace dress, I knew she couldn’t afford, a smile that looked so genuine, but didn’t reach her eyes and a shade of red lipstick she looked so comfortable in, where did she get this confidence from? You want to be like her, my demon whispered and, I shook it away. I tried to point out a flaw in her body, maybe her stomach was a little chubby when I saw my friends meeting her. Hugging her like they know her well. They might, how do you know? I don’t care if they know her well. Acquaintances and friendship is a different thing. “That is a lovely dress, Grace,” My friend mentioned.

“Thank you, my friend designed it, I’ll let him know,” She smiled and talked to them about their work.

“You better be nice to her this time,” Gemma pinched my arm.

“What?” I whined.

“I am serious, Harry,” She gave me her glare.

“Fine, fine, I won’t talk to her.”

Gemma rolled her eyes and walked away, while I entertained some guests. “Grace is getting more beautiful every time I see her, she is your friend, isn’t she, Harry?” A few Aunts and Uncles mentioned, and I tried not rolling my eyes. Trying to change the topic or get her out of my sight, I hated her.

“Did you say hi to Grace?” Cheryl questioned me, and I stared at her, “C’mon Harry, I have no idea why you don’t like her! Fine, she is good, and you lost a few competitions to her, but grow up now. She has been a big supporter of yours, all throughout your success. Always talking so positively about you, why are you so cruel to her?”

“Supporter of mine?” I asked, almost laughing at her.

“Neel, come here,” She called a school friend of ours, “please tell, Mr Oblivious about how she popularised him in school after he left! It was not just your charming personality, you know.”

“You don’t know?” He stared at me, blank-faced.

“What?” I questioned, shrugging. What could she have done?

“Bro! C’mon! You never thanked her?” He exclaimed.

“Thanked her for what?” I laughed.

“She campaigned for you, here. Like we were sure, she had a crush on you, but it got bigger after you left. So, Xfactor, your first single, your album, your second album, at least till the time she was here, she was the main voice for it. Like told everyone about it, put posters even, made people know about you, it was brilliant! And then, of course, we joined, but she started it! You don’t know this? Six years and you don’t? He is kidding Cheryl, of course, he does!” Neel laughed.

“Look at his face, he doesn’t. He hates her,” She said, rolling her eyes. “I am getting another drink, you want one?” Neel nodded and, they walked to the bar.

I couldn’t believe what Neel just told me, and I walked to my other friends, asking them to confirm it and, all of them nodded. This didn’t make sense to me. “Yeah man, she had a big crush on you! Don’t you know? She was all set to ask you for her prom date, too but she couldn’t make it herself or something.”

Prom. I ruined her prom. I remember she had come to my house. I was in town for a few weeks, and she had come to ask me, with a big card and everything, but I remember insulting her. She is the only one I had ever been so rude with and, I couldn’t help it. I remember her leaving in five minutes. I didn’t even know why I was so angry with her. She was just so good with everything. And, I always lost. We tried so hard always, but once she was on stage, no one could defeat her. I don’t feel like that now. I have practice. I have sung in front of stadiums and what has she done? You’re petty and ridiculous. Who are you? See, she brings out the worst in me. And her liking me? How could she? I was nothing compared to her.

I walked towards the area where she was standing, talking to a few people, “you should sing, Grace! It’s been so long since, everyone has heard your voice, c’mon,” Of course, she was asked to sing.

“Oh no no,” her eyes fell, and she looked uncomfortable. “I can’t sing, not anymore,” and then, she looked at me. “We have an amazing singer with us here anyway, I don’t stand – Harry!” She called me, and everyone turned and, I walked up to the people, I hadn’t met since the party started and they asked me about work. I completely stole her spotlight, and she disappeared from the group when I looked up again.  

After a long conversation with them and a bit of a singing session with everyone there, making mum, Robin and even, Gemma sing, I took a leave to get myself a drink. I saw her standing in a corner, playing with a glass of wine in her hands. She looked so different from the lively, bubbly girl that, used to lighten up the room with just her presence. She could almost disappear now. A part of me felt happy at her defeated self, while the other was worried.

I walked up to the bar, “Hello,” I surprised her, and she shook and looked up from her drink.

“I really am not barging your party, Mr Styles,” A chill of guilt ran through me, “I was called by your mother, and I could only say no so many times.” She met my eyes. I nodded looking away.

She looked down and, stepped away from the table. Leaving her glass, she took her wallet and walked away when I stopped her, “Grace,” She turned around, her long hair, not covering half her uncovered back which my fingers suddenly wanted to touch, what? “Did you really publicise my music here, like in the –”

She looked at me in the eyes, her eyes searching for something, but her face no giving it away. As if disappointed she looked down, shook her head and walked away. I took a big gulp of the drink I was making, and then chugged it down. I wanted to talk to her. I had said a lot of horrible, degrading things to her only to find out that, the goddess liked me, and played a part in my success.

I searched for her in all the halls and asked around, but no one had seen her, “Mum, have you seen Grace?” I asked.

She looked at me, with a questioning look in her eyes, “did you say something to her? Is that why she left?”

“No, I didn’t say anything to her. Wait – she left?” I shouted.

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PART 2

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