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Aug 5, 2016

#49 Cactus Messages (Harry Styles)

So, this is different. I seriously pray you like it. 

Word Count: 2,900

Summary: Harry meets a girl who gives him a cactus and leaves. But, there is more to the cactus which is sharp, strong and resistant. 

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I had no idea why I was here. The world around me felt hazy and I, I just felt numb and empty. Empty yeah, that’s how I felt. It was an empty world with no emotions, and at the moment, I felt like I was giving too much of myself into it. My girlfriend broke up with me, saying she was too insecure in the relationship and that I was too much. Whatever that meant, and a week before my step -…and it just felt numb. I still was here though, I had no idea what an outing would get me. I get to at least mourn for a little while, instead of roaming like a hyper butterfly. Whatever that meant.  

“C’mon Harry, just a coffee?” Jeff repeated taking a sip of his.

“Fine, yeah, coffee,” Faster I get over with this, faster I can leave. I need a week off, no a month off. I don’t have a month off.

“Excuse me,” Jeff called for someone, “A Cappuccino, please.”

“Alright, could I get you anything else as well?” I looked up at the girl. Her voice…it was so soft.

“No, that will be all, thank you,” she nodded and walked away. “Look, Harry, I am going to cancel everything for the next week. But, I would be lying if I say I can for more than that, especially with the movie coming out.”

“Yeah, I know. Give me a week first. Please,” I said. I knew I looked like shit. I couldn’t get myself to look normal. Normal was annoying me now. Everyone at home was acting normal like it happens every day. Trying to maintain calm, control…And now, that I am in London, I don’t know what to do. What can I do this time to heal? I was so lost.

“Here is your coffee, and this is the sugar,” the waitress came back and placed the coffee on my table. This was a tiny coffee shop here, not many people came here, at least during the mornings. Residential areas were usually quieter. I hated this. My mind just ran in a random tangent before coming back and being numb again. “Umm…” I looked up and met her eyes. She wanted to say something.

“Do you want a picture?” I asked, like a machine. Like a machine, Harry. Your fans have done nothing. Jeff looked up as well, about to send her away.

“Oh no, I just wanted to say…I’m sorry for your loss,” She gave a small smile, “and…here,” I put my hand forward, and she put a little cactus plant which was in a box in my hand.

“A cactus?” I looked up, and Jeff giggled. She nervously moved her legs, before straightening up.

“Yes, they are strong, they hit, don’t die and take care of themselves. They are good friends. I hope you feel better,” she nodded and walked away, leaving me to stare at this plant. I looked up, and she was back behind the counter not giving this table another look.

“Okay, what I was saying was is that I am here, Harry. To take care of everything, so you don’t worry,” Jeff continued as I heard him, my mind still looking at that cactus. He kept talking, and I tried my best to keep a straight face, drink my coffee, stay calm. He stopped when a jumpy boy and his mother walked in. Too small was this place to not notice or be interrupted when people walked in.

“Kiara,” the mother said, “he really wants to have the tea you made for him the other day,” the mother said to the waitress, and she smiled. “He has been telling me since yesterday to make the tea like you make it and I’m so lost.”

The girl giggled, “I’ll make him another one, Mrs Andrews. Would you like me to make one for you as well?” She asked. Her voice soothing as ever, “and would you like a slice of cake with it?” she looked at the boy.

“Yes yes yes!” the boy laughed as he took a seat, pulling his mother with him.

“I’d love the tea as well, Kiara. Thank you. How is your college going? Adjusting well?” She asked.

“Umm yeah, well, I noticed that it is very similar to my previous one, in my own country,” She said, walking out with a slice of cake in her hand.

“Oh really! How so?” The lady asked.

“There you go,” she said, placing the cake in front of the boy as he jumped and giving a quick kiss on his forehead. “Umm, they both kill you slowly,” saying that with a straight face, as I saw her eyes that were actually quite tired. The look left her face as soon as it came, and she smiled again.

“Are you listening to me, Harry?” Jeff called, taking my attention again. “Stay in your house for a few days if you like it. Or go back home, you can do whatever. You don’t need to ask or anything, I’ll have it arranged.”

“Thank you, Jeff, thanks a lot,” I smiled. We placed a note on the table and left by the back door, my cactus still in hand.

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I woke up to a sweet sound of an instrument I didn’t recognise. I looked at the clock, and it was 8 AM. My head still on the cushion, eyes now wide awake, I tried looking for that sound. It didn’t stop, just repeated the tune over again. It was really melodious and so calming. Searching for it in my entire room and concluding it was coming from outside, I walked out to see it coming from the cactus, that I had placed on the coffee table. I picked up to see a small slit of paper out, and the music stopped as soon as I took it out. Surprised, a small box was capable of being a music system and support a plant and gives out messages. I kept the plant back down and opened the small slit of paper. The words seemed like they were burnt into the paper.

A heart as kind as yours, a love so scarce as yours, a tear so precious as yours should always be preserved. I hope you feel well… xx K

I sat down with the note in my hands, just trying not to cry. It was hard, so hard. Death was so finite. A sentence that was never finished, it’s so unreal. But, what was happening was real, and I knew I had to be strong. Someone had to be strong and, this time I had that position. People kept visiting the house, giving condolences, saying they’re here for me. I wasn’t really worried about me though, it was my mum. She was alone now. And, I knew she won’t shift here with me. Too individualistic she is, and alone.

The week passed faster than I thought it would. I finished work here in London so I could go back to mum for a while before Jeff took me away. I didn’t leave the house. Not even once. I woke up every day to the sweet tone of the cactus, with a note, compelled myself to have a bath, exercise, eat and then work. There was a lot of work pending here in London, and I had to finish that as soon as possible.

It’s funny how people we love leave first. Is it easy to lose things that are important? xx K

My heart will not be on sale again, take it now Sir, I’m yours. xx K

Only you’re mine, everything else is yours. xx K

Some of them I didn’t understand, but they made me think about them for quite some time during the day. For those hours spent thinking, I remember being the happiest. Until the guilt of being happy came back,

Everything is sold here, my darling, please be careful. Find a safe place and fast. xx K

I wanted to go see her again, maybe thank her for this little gift which was my only source of happiness and excitement. My day started with me not looking at the phone but reading my little note. Sometimes, I let it play to just listen to the music. On the sixth day, I stepped out, and it felt like the sun was shining on me. It was in the air that said, everything is going to be fine.

Life goes on, my dear. It makes the rock turn into sand, a transition in its life, all there is to be done is move. xx K

I walked into the tiny shop, looking under the counter as I didn’t see her there.

“Hello Sir, I’m Maria, what can I get you?” a young blonde woman asked me.

For a moment, I couldn’t say anything. To say I was disappointed was not enough. I prepared my speech since I woke up this morning, trying to find the correct ways to thank her, and made sure I came at the exact time as the last to find her here on her schedule, only to not see her.  “Sir? ” She repeated.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I blinked a couple of times, trying to remove the obvious-disappointed look on my face. “Hello.” I looked around the tiny shop again.

“Hello Sir,” She repeated, frowning and looking at the older lady working with her. Two girls sitting in the shop, giggled trying to take my picture, and I nodded towards them, trying to make my puppy face not so obvious.

“I was here last week, and there was this other girl. Um, long black here, till here…” I indicated to my waist, “Um, real soft voice, um really big eyes…she was the only one here that day…” I said as they looked at each other.

“Is there a problem with her, Sir?” The older lady asked.

“Oh, she works here. Thank god!” I sighed, thanking the Lord. “No, there is no problem, I wanted to thank her actually, will she be coming to work soon or?” I asked.

“Oh um, Kiara would not be joining us again.” The younger girl, Maria looked at me with pity.

“Oh, why not?” I asked.

“College students, Sir. They’re never here for too long. She got her internship so, the last week was her last,” the older lady said, putting the cake inside the showcase.

“Oh, um is there any way I can contact her? She did something really kind, and I have to thank her,” I looked at the younger girl.

“I’m sorry, we don’t hand out information like this,” The older lady gave me a smile.

“Please, I swear, I don’t mean to hurt her in any way-”

“It’s just our policy, Sir.” She repeated.

My shoulders dropped as I felt so sad, all of a sudden, “I’ll have an Espresso, please,” I said, handing out a bill.

I sat down near the window, just cursing myself not showing up the next day to thank her. It started raining outside, and I placed my finger on the droplets of water running down. I couldn’t control anything, “Your Espresso, Sir.” Maria placed the cup on my table, as I straightened up. “Your face becomes like a little child when you don’t get your things?” She questioned, “I’m a big fan of yours too, Sir. Check under the plate,” She gave me a big smile and unsuspicious, went behind the counter.

KIARA – +44 xxx xxx xxx9

I quickly slipped the paper under my pocket and nodded once, thanking her. The old woman looked at me and frowned, and I picked up my cup, “Amazing coffee!” and Maria laughed. I didn’t wait for the rain to stop and ran to the car. Locking myself in, I carefully dialled her number. It rang and rang…and rang, but no one picked up. I frowned, but before I dial again, Jeff called.

“You entered a coffee shop asking bewildered for a girl?” He said.

“Hi, bewildered?  I was not bewildered! Wait, how did you find out?” It had only just happened.

“Some girl posted it on Tumblr, with a picture of your back and the caption of you looking for a girl, bewildered! Harry!” I completely forgot about those girls in the shop.

“Look, it’s all okay now. I did, and now, I’m out. I was not bewildered at all, I promise,” I told him. And he talked about how I should have been a little more careful because, rumours when it came to me, didn’t die so fast. “I will, I will, I’m sorry.” We talked for a bit, and then, he kept the phone. I shook my head, seeing those girls cross by in front of my car in the rain. Rolling my eyes, I tried the number again. No one picked up.

Okay, one last time before you look like a bewildered creep. She picked up, “Okay, let me talk. I know you called me twice, and I I didn’t pick up only because I’m not in London and back home. This call will charge you loads so I would prefer you text to save you money, okay?” Her voice was as soft, as I remembered it to be. A little hurried, excited at the moment, but the same.

“I think, I will be able to afford it,” I said, giggling a bit.

“Um, who is this?” she asked, with a straight voice.

“Oh, yeah Hi!” I said, trying to make my monotone voice sound a little bit excited.

“Hi…” Her voice wavered.

“I’m Harry?” why was I questioning it? “I came to the coffee shop you worked at last week, and you gave me the um, cactus?”

“Mr Styles…” I could hear her getting a bit nervous, her breathing increased. “How did you get my number?” She asked her voice back to the calm.

“Oh, Maria gave it to me, very nice girl,” I said.

“Oh okay, how can I help you, sir?” she asked.

“Please call me Harry. I’m a friend. Um, I wanted to thank you for um, the plant…” My entire preparation of the speech was ruined just by hearing her voice. “I had a big thank you speech ready,” I said after a while, “it’s all wiped out from my head, now.”

“You’re welcome, Harry.”

“Um,” Why was I so nervous? “Can I meet you in person? Thank you…like in person?”

“Oh, so I’m back home for the next two weeks. Will be back in London on the 24th. I don’t know where would you be then…” she said.

“I’ll make it. Can I keep talking to you?” I asked. Why was I asking this?

“Like right now?” She asked.

“Um, generally…yeah generally.” I faltered.

“Why, Mr Styles?” She giggled.

I smirked, she was teasing me now, but then I just smiled to myself, leaning my head on the head rest. “You seem like safe space,” I said, quoting her notes.

“I see…” I could hear her smiling if that was possible. “We can keep talking…generally…Harry,” she said.

“Alright, I’ll shift to texting?” I asked.

“Um yeah, okay. Were you inside the coffee shop looking for me bewildered?” She asked, chuckling.

“How did you find out?” I asked, sitting up.

“It’s on Twitter,” she laughed.

“I was not bewildered,” I explained.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep our conversations to myself, don’t worry.”

“I was really not bewildered…” I tried again.

“Also,” She said ignoring it. “If you’d like the messages to continue,” She paused.

“Yes! Yes, I would,” I almost shouted.

She laughed, “Okay, so where are you?”

“Still sitting in my car, near the café, why?”

“Oh, splendid! So, there is a little stationary shop right in the block, can you see it?” She asked, and I confirmed. “So, you can go in there and buy papersinalittlebottle sheets. They are a tiny bunch of papers, which you’ll have to replace in the box. One set lasts two weeks only…”

“How do the messages appear?” I asked. “Aren’t they prewritten?”

“No, that’s a secret Mr Styles.” She laughed. “You’ll just have to replace the set. Open the screw and just stack the papers, okay?”

“Okay…I’ll buy ‘em right now.”

“Okay,” she giggled, “my mother’s calling Harry, I’ll have to go. Talk to you soon?”

“Yes, I will text…okay?”

“Yes okay..”

“Alright okay bye..”

“Bye Harry,”

“Bye Kiara…” And she cut the call.

It was still raining, but I stepped out and ran towards the stationary shop. “Hi, can I get the papersinalittlebottle sheets, please?” I asked the old man.

“Oh, more of Kiara’s messages?” He laughed, kindly. Were there more like me? “How many would you like?” He took out a huge packet which had little packets of those sheets. “One or two? There are 14 sheets in this little packet.”

“I’ll buy two of the whole bunch.”

“Son, two packets will last you a year, are you sure you want them all?” He asked, shocked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

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#50 Only Angel (Harry Styles)

This is well, different. 

Word Count: 4,000 words

Summary: Faye breaks into the hotel floor to get the angel back to where he was needed.  —

There are many acts of desperation all around the world. You saw a couple hundred every day if you had the eye to look for it. Desperation, it is the worst feeling of helplessness that one can come across, where one can do anything if just given a way, just one way. Getting to him was that for her. There was nothing positive in the air, nothing at all. Her research paper was due. This one was supposed to be sent a week ago, but the professor understood her troubles and gave her the extension. Not that many could understand her troubles, sympathise maybe, but what lay in front of her was a life of living alone with no one. So, when she saw his video on the news, and that he was in the same city, she ran to him.

The fans were good at this. They knew exactly where to find him, where he will be for the night. There weren’t many places to hide in this big city, especially if you were famous. You always went for the best. She had the money, she could fit in. But she knew money meant nothing. All the money wasn’t leading to anything, it was all failing. Walking into the biggest hotel establishment in the city, she didn’t know where to go to first. She didn’t want a room, she didn’t want food. To be honest, she looked a bit distraught at the moment. So she did the next big thing, she sat down in the visitors area and waited. Waited for him to come down or, to just see if anything could lead her to him before the staff threw her out.

It had been two hours already, and the staff at the reception were looking at her in a weird manner. She wasn’t used to this look. Usually, they were all around, and they would be if they knew her name. Her last name was enough to make the hotel feel like their pockets will be full soon with her presence. But, she didn’t want to use her name. It wouldn’t lead her to him, and even though she had the fund, she didn’t want to put it into luxury. Two years ago, this wouldn’t have been the case. She would have been commanding the place like she owned it. She could own it, but things have changed, and so has she.

Thirty minutes later, she saw his designer walk in, with his hair stylist. She took a deep breath and called for a table for two at their restaurant. The server recognised her, as she used to be a regular customer. She nodded and then, told him that she would be right back as she followed the two into the lift. Keeping herself hidden behind another man, she heard their conversation. He was leaving for a party in thirty minutes. She got off on the 19th floor where the lounge was, and saw the other two get down on the 20th where the private suites were.  She needed a card to get in. She waited for an opportunity and then took the elevator and pretended to have lost her key card. The server knew her name, and got her off on the 21st where she thanked him as he opened an empty room for her. She let out a deep breath, thanking her luck because she didn’t look the part at the moment. Silently shutting the door, she waited on one of the sofa chairs in the lobby, waiting for the thirty minutes to get over so, she could meet him.

“Where are you?” Her phone rang, and the little voice spoke.

“I’ll be there soon, sleep for a while. I’m going to cut the call okay?” She whispered. Taking a photograph out from her pocket, she traced the face with her fingers, trying not to cry. It felt so easy these days.

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad. It is usually never that bad, you guys just exaggerate it and then, my mind forgets,” she heard his voice down the corridor. He walked up with his designer, his stylist and his manager and someone else, from what she remembered seeing online.

“Mr Styles?” Her voice called out before she processed it.

His eyes looked her up and down, “yes?” he said with a frown.

“Could I please have a minute?” She asked.

“Umm, we are kind of in a hurry,” his manager spoke first.

“Yes, I know. You have a very busy schedule, I know. I won’t take more than a minute,” She pleaded, her eyes watched the manager press the lift button a couple of times.

“You know, you really shouldn’t even be here. C’mon Harry. Please leave before I call security,” His hair stylist spoke up. She wasn’t even talked to like this before, but she was desperate.

“Please Mr. Styles!” She begged. “You once said that you are where you are, because there are people praying for you every day. Well, I have a little girl, and she calls you her angel because you make her smile in the worst of moments and I don’t know how. But, she prays for you every day when she prays to God. Before she does for herself, and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t critical.” She cried, “Look this is her, her name is Anya, she has Ewing sarcoma, it’s a bone cancer. She is very critical and she calls you her angel.” He turned around to look at her, and raised his hand to shut up his manager who was going to speak again to push him into the lift. She saw this as hope, “she has never talked about dying Mr Styles, never, she has been positive in whatever her little soul has gone through, and she doesn’t complain a lot or ask for anything, but she did…last week. She asked for you.”

“Me?” He questioned. This woman in front of him had her hair long like a mane spread out in a mess around her face, if she didn’t look that distraught, he would have thought that was her style, cause they looked beautiful. She was a little shorter than him and shivering at the moment. What made him stop was her voice, there was something about it which made him stick to his place.

“I know, I know you’ve a very tight schedule, but if you could just take out five, just five minutes to come meet her. She really believes in you and,” she wiped her tears. “I’m sorry for stopping you like this, I’m just, I’m begging you,” She folded her hands, and bowed her head. “Please, just five…” Her phone began to ring, and she shakily took it out her pocket. “Hello, yes, I’m just – what? No, I’m just there. No, I’m coming, take her in. I’m coming!” She cut the call, “Could I use that lift with you?” She didn’t wait for a response and got in, while everybody just stared at her. “Please come in,” They nodded and climbed in. Dialling another number, “Charlie, the car, front door, we have to rush.”

Her breathing was increasing by the second, as she looked bewildered at the numbers going down. “So, where is she?” He asked her.

“Huh?” She looked at him in question, absolutely lost. “Oh yes, Rose Artemis Hospital, it’s fifteen minutes away from here. Her name is Anya Kingsley. I’m Faye Kingsley,” She kept her hand on her chest.

“Faye Kingsley,” his stylist repeated.

“Yes, I’m begging you, Mr Styles,” She held his hand. They were ice cold. “Just five minutes, and maybe she can be happy again. Thank you for giving me your time.” And saying that, she ran to the front door, where she had her car and her driver waiting to take her to the hospital. He saw her run, he couldn’t take her eyes out of her mind. Big eyes with so much pain, and helplessness in them.

“Faye Kingsley! I knew that name was familiar! She is the well ‘said’ owner now, of Kingsley Industries!” His stylist – Lou spoke up, looking at her phone, showing a picture of the same girl, he had just seen almost break down in front of him, standing in the picture in a beautiful gown. “They own like the entire city! I could have never guessed it was her. She looked so well, plain at the moment. Anyway, ready for the party, Harry?”  He didn’t think he felt like that anymore.  

Faye’s Butler Arnold met her at the entrance of Anya’s room, “they gave her the injection so, she should be sleeping for a while,” he told her. “Where were you, my child? What were you doing?”

“Trying to give her everything I possible can if I can’t save her,” she answered. Arnold didn’t say anything. He knew better, he knew that once the little one was gone, if she was gone, Faye would be all alone. He knew how much Anya meant to her, and he didn’t want to say anything which took the hope away even if he could see it fading.

“Visitor’s hours have ended Madam, I will head back home, now,” He told her and she nodded, slowly giving the old man a hug. He had been since her father was just a teenager, and had looked after her always. Nights for Faye were spent reading, writing since, sleeping for her had just become a thing of necessity. She found it hard to sleep thinking any moment, her little one would need her, and she did not want her to ask twice. She finished her research paper, and then watched Anya sleep. A few minutes later, she had her head down on the bed as well.

“Good morning,” the nurse wished little Anya.

“Shh, she is sleeping,” she whispered, and the nurse nodded. After checking the system, she told her that she’ll be back in an hour to take Anya to the washroom. Anya touched Faye’s head, always in love with her hair. She knew Faye was not taking it well, just like she had not taken it well when her first boyfriend broke up with her. But, she always kept a strong face on, not letting anyone in. She never cried in front of anyone. This quality of her had changed now.

Faye’s eyes opened to a little hand on her head, “you’re up? Why didn’t you wake me? Want to go to the washroom?” She asked. Anya nodded, and she pressed the button for the nurse. “I’m sorry, I overslept.”

“You don’t really sleep. Why do we have that bed here if you don’t sleep on it?” Anya giggled. Children were always so happy in the worst of situations. Faye knew the pain she was in, but Anya kept a brave face for her most of the time.

“I slept tonight, I was working.”

“Where were you yesterday? They gave me a big injection. I was scared a little, but Arnold held my hand,” she said holding her teddy next to her, as she sat up straight. The nurse walked in wishing them both, they always tried to maintain is happy and jolly for the kids, wearing bright colours and filling places with toys and other things to hide death in some way. Faye appreciated it. Last two years, she had seen hospitals visits more than anyone she knew.

“I won’t leave you again, I promise. This one was important.” She kissed her hand, as the nurse took Anya to the washroom. Faye wondered if he would come. She didn’t have a lot of hope. He heard her through, but the people around him weren’t very welcoming. It was obvious though, if he paid attention to every fan, he would have no time.

“Faye?” The doctor came in, “Could I talk to you?”

Harry didn’t end up going to the party. He had made his mind. He wanted to go see Anya Kingsley. He wanted to go see the girl who called him her angel. He wanted to ask her what she saw in him. He could see nothing. His self esteem had been falling down lately. He knew that. How? He had ten people around him to tell him that. He was trying to take it in a swing. A phase or whatever they called it. But, he was spiralling down. He couldn’t place what exactly it was that he wanted. He felt alone in a crowd of people. Tried to keep himself clean of all the alcohol, but somehow went to every party to find something, someone. His album was doing amazing. His movie was all over, it was just his head and the loneliness he felt that he couldn’t deal with. He felt like a drama queen. He knew if he told anyone, he’d be called one as well. How could someone stop feelings again?

He was doing perfectly fine that evening. He was ready to enjoy himself. He was acing  the perfect smile and look to show everything was fine, thanks to the interviews and this evening, he was all set to get laid. He needed the outlet. Sex often helped him enough. He had a Victoria Secret model as well, hitting on him since he was declared open by his last fling. He was in the game. He realised how fragile this facade was once it shattered with the girl he met in the corridor.

“Why don’t you guys go to the party? I’m going back to my room,” he didn’t wait for a response. Climbed into the lift instantly, not caring if it was rude and forgot all about his date at the party he was supposed to be at.

I waited for you all night. I expected much more from you Harry. – Camille

He didn’t respond. Which was not like him, he was never this rude. He just didn’t feel like this morning. He was up at 6, down at the gym at 6:30, and ready by 8 where he was down to breakfast searching the way to the hospital he was told about.

“I guess, you’re going to go meet the kid?” Jeff asked him, sitting down with a cup of coffee looking absolutely awful with a clear hangover.

“Yes, can we clear my schedule for today?” he asked.

“Yeah, we can. I’ll ask the driver to leave you, and Matt will go with you. We need someone from security to be with you, please don’t argue. He will not be on top of you, like last time, I promise,” Jeff knew how to get through Harry. Maybe that’s the reason it worked out for them. “By the way, your girl was quite upset to not see you there last night.”

“She is not my girl. I thought she can be my girl but is not my girl. Can you send her a bouquet with an apology note? I don’t want to deal with it right now.”

“That is what I’m here for,” Jeff smiled. He knew something was up with his friend, and if he wanted time out to clear his head, he was all for it.

The Google Map told him the amount of time left to reach the hospital as well, even though he had taken the detour and picked up a bouquet and a little thing he thought kids liked. He didn’t want to go empty handed. They got off in front of the hospitals and Harry stopped for a bit. Last time he was at a hospital, he had lost someone. Matt went in first, “My Client and I are here to see Miss Anya Kingsley?” he asked at the reception.

“Miss Kingsley is on the private floor above. I will have to call them before I give the clearance card, please wait for a moment.

Faye was trying to hold herself together. Anya’s weekly report was here, and it was not good. “But I thought we were improving, she was responding to the treatment?”

“That is what we thought, but it improved a bit, went to a standstill and – Faith and hope go a long way in this Faye,” the doctor stressed.

“I don’t have any faith! Where is it taking us?” she screamed, “Sorry sorry,” realising the doctor couldn’t help here, “I just, we have done everything you have asked us to do. We are following everything. This is a little girl is eight, she is going through the strongest treatments, how can that not lead to anything?”

“We are all trying Faye, I will come back in an hour to check her. Please give her food, and smile…for her,” The doctor nodded walking away, and all Faye could do was give herself a pep talk of how everything will be alright, and walk back inside. Anya was on her bed now, looking at the animals carved fruits they sent for her.

Faye picked up the phone, “Ma’am, there are visitors here to see you. Can I send them up?” She asked.

“Visitors? I’m coming downstairs,” she kissed Anya and went down to see who had come to visit her. They literally had no body, not counting the socialites and people they knew through money, who wouldn’t care. “People here to see me?” she asked at the reception, and the lady pointed her to the person standing behind her.

She was wearing the same clothes she wore last night. She looked tired, and like she had just cried. He hair was in a bun, which now showed her face clearly than before, and Harry could say she was pretty either wise. To say Faye was shocked to see him here was an understatement. She had lost all hope, and he was standing there which made her feel so much better. “Thank you so much,” She cried with happiness. “Please come,” She led them to the elevator.

“Thank you for coming. Really this means a lot. So much! Oh, thank you!” She repeated in the elevator.

“I’ll be right outside, Boss,” Harry’s security stayed outside the door of their room.

“Is she inside?” Harry asked, and Faye nodded wiping her tears.

“Let me just see if…”

“Yeah, just call me, and I’ll come in,” he smiled.

Faye walked in to see Anya sipping her juice as the nurse put another round of medicine in her tube. Arnold sat reading the morning newspaper, making faces at Anya so she could laugh. She was in pain this morning, Faye could see that, but she hoped this surprise made her feel better. “You need to close your eyes Anya,  I have a huge surprise for you!”

“Oh gosh! Okay!” She closed her eyes.

“Please come in!” Faye called out.

Harry walked into the room to see a little girl sitting on the bed, with machines surrounding her. He could cry just thinking about the pain she was in, “I heard you wanted to see me,” he laughed. The look on the child’s face was more than anything he had every received ever in his life. He was sure of it. Her face went from Ecstatic, to looking at Faye, and then almost crying as she almost threw herself hugging Harry as tightly as she could. “I can’t believe you’re here!” She cried.

Faye could give everything away to see that look on Anya’s face forever. Arnold came back and stood beside Faye for support as he looked at her with pride. He figured where she was yesterday, and wondered what she had to face to get him here.

“Did my sister get you here?” Anya asked. So, Faye was her sister. He nodded, and Anya opened her arms to welcome Faye into them. “You’re the best person in the world!”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” She kissed her and whispered a thank you to Harry. She didn’t need to, her eyes said it all.

Harry spent the next hour talking to Anya. She hadn’t talked as much as she did for quite a while, and Faye felt so relieved. The doctor checked on her, trying his best to make her laugh, but nothing could overpower the look she gave to Harry. He felt like the luckiest person in the world. Faye left to get ready and Anya talked about how special he was to her, her little hands holding his, as she told him about how made her laugh. Her sister used to play his songs to her since she could remember, and she knew all of them. She told him how he calmed her down, and how he was so special and she was like him because she had two dimples just like him. Harry fell in love. He fell in love with this little one, as she held his hand as he sang her to sleep. Faye sat in a corner, just looking at them not saying a lot.

“Thank you for doing this for us. It has given us the energy to fight the battle ahead,” Faye thanked him again, as Harry stood up, still looking at Anya sleep.

“You have no idea what you’ve given me. I never thought…would you like to eat some food?” He asked her suddenly.

“Yes, oh yeah I have ordered lunch for us, it’s right in the lobby outside for us,” she said, as they walked outside. Arnold took the seat next to Anya, calming Faye’s anxiety about leaving her alone.

“This is nice, you got this complete area for yourself?” He asked.

“We’ve been fortunate enough to take care of ourselves in times of need,” Faye replied. “I hope you like Italian,” she asked.

They talked about Anya’s condition, and how severe it was. Faye felt a bit hopeful now, something about Harry was calming her, and she was quick to appreciate that feeling. “I’d be lying if I didn’t confess the same. I have been just misplaced for quite some time. It feels a bit settled now, I don’t really know how?”

They laughed a bit, and she apologised about breaking into his floor. He stayed with Anya the entire day until it was time to leave. “You will go now?” she asked. He had met many kids before, but this little one had captured his heart.

“I don’t want to, to be very honest, would you like me back here?” He asked.

She nodded her head, with as much energy as she could and gave him the biggest smile. He kissed her forehead and promised he’d see her tomorrow. Faye walked him down to where his car stood to wait for him. “Did she tell you why she calls you her angel?” She asked him.

“No, she called me that a couple of times though,” he said. “Tell me?”

“When she was about four, I told her that you’re one of the luckiest people in the world. And you could see well, ‘god’ whoever it is, sit right beside you. I meant that in a way…that you were gifted, but she took you to be an angel in disguise and used to pray to you, and then for you, she never stopped.”

“That is quite surreal. I’m only human.” He said.

“I know, but sometimes humans do miracles as well. What you did today, it’s been an year since I have seen her so happy, and that is something I could have never done. I know, what you told her about coming tomorrow. But what you did today was-“

“I’ll be there tomorrow. Probably in the evening, I have a meeting for an apartment tomorrow so, once that gets done, I’ll be here. I hope you wouldn’t mind?” He asked.

“Never. Thank you,” She smiled.

He got into his car, “you guys might just be the angels in my life,” he said, finally feeling a sense of purpose and a renewed energy in himself.

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Harry fingering you and pressing you up against a wall. He tells you not to come but you can't hold it anymore so you come

Fuck. Am sitting with family and typing this. I hoped for a normal this night, but oh well.

It’s not like you haven’t taken his attitude all evening already. He was an ass all evening knowing he won the bet. He was rubbing it in your face, smirking all throughout while giving you the side looks, always staying in the line of your vision even when you shifted. It was getting to you. It was annoying. 

“What’s my treat tonight?” He asked. 

“A punch, if you don’t shut up!” you said, taking more than required pasta on your plate. 

“But, I haven’t said anything as yet!” He laughed, taking some pasta from your plate. 

“If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve thrown you off the balcony,” You stared into his eyes, and he just smirked. He never won, and this time he did. 

“Yeah sure, but you wouldn’t have kept the bet if I wasn’t your best friend so, umm treat. I want a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies when we reach home,” He said, getting you a glass of wine. 

“Home?” you frowned. 

“I’m taking you home, baby,” He teased, and you let out a groan. It was going to be a long night. You followed him to the group he was talking to this evening. 

So, Y/N still a virgin?” You coughed, trying to swallow the wine in your mouth. You almost forgot the existence of Kylie. This woman had been on your case since you could remember. You gave her a wide smile, squishing your eyes, trying to brush it off. People and their obsession with some strangers sex life! Harry noticed the entire exchange, not saying anything. “C’mon, you have at least got someone to go down on you!” 

Why was she having this conversation with you? You gave her the fuck off look. Thankfully, others in the group had a better life. “Not even some finger action? You are way sadder than I thought.” 

“Oh really, you think about me? I don’t think about you at all,”  You said not waiting for her to respond something smarter as you walked off, gulping your entire wine. It wasn’t a big deal. It just never happened. You never have a boyfriend, and you’d prefer that the first someone who does touch you will be someone you at least love and not a stranger. Studies and work were one of the few reasons you were successful at 22. Getting a love life could wait, and Kylie was the only one who made you feel desperate. 

“You cool?” Harry asked as you got yourself another glass. “Kylie’s a bitch.” 

“No doubt there,” you said, taking a big gulp. 

“Are you going with Jack on that dinner he asked?” He asked. 

“No, I have a feeling he is racist.” you told him. 

“No, how?” Harry rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Push prospects away!” 

“Prospects?” You laughed, “He said, he found me exotic. And, have you noticed he cracks his neck a lot. Like a lot a lot, that’s not normal.” 

“Oh yeah, that means he is a sex hound,” Harry said, now being sarcastic. 

“You go out with him!” You pushed him, “I want someone normal. Which I feel will never happen cause no one finds me hot. Like look at this dress,” four glasses of wine weren’t leading to a good Y’N. “I have a low cut back and everything,” You said pushing your hair to the side. “And not one guy in here has even flirted with me.” 

Harry gulped, “No like look at the number of single guys around! Not even one. I’m going to die a virgin and alone!” Harry knew it was his fault. People thought Y/N was with him. When asked he didn’t deny either, and he knew more people he than her so, no one wanted to cross him. He knew all that and said nothing. 

“You’re hot,” he said, he had noticed your dress. Then tried thinking of everything else in the world so, he wouldn’t get hard. You were his best friend. He’d like to keep you. 

“Right, how are you controlling yourself then?” You leaning against Harry sitting on the bar stool, almost on his lap wasn’t helping his case either. The world’s worry didn’t make him forget of your shoulder tattoo that he always found a little too sexy, and now, your thigh on his and his crotch so close to yours…he couldn’t help bringing his lips to yours. 

You took it in, Harry was kissing you. You were kissing back as you felt his hand on your neck, moving to your cheek, to bring your closer. You opened your eyes to meet his as he stopped, your lips still close, “I don’t want pity,” you said, climbing off and getting off his lap. He didn’t stop you as you rushed to the bathroom and fixed yourself. “I will not think about this. I’m drunk. It was in the moment. Means nothing. You, you here!” Looking at yourself in the mirror, “Means nothing. Get yourself together!” And you did, all cool you walked out to Harry talking to Michael. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded. All cool that it made him frown. 

“Y/N, I need you Friday for the shoot. No one captures it like you do, and I don’t want the second best!” Michael said hugging you. You agreed and followed Harry out to his car. 

“Do you really want cookies?” You asked, in the car. 

“I have no idea why this is up for discussion,” he said seriously and you laughed. “Give me some clothes,” you told him as you walked into his house and straight to the kitchen. The bastard had everything organised. He knew he was going to win. 

You got to work, as saw Harry keep his shirt and pants on the counter and then walk away to change. Not bothering at all, you got your dress off in the kitchen and folded it. This dress didn’t allow a bra, so you were glad that your boobs were now free from the dress as you massaged ‘em a bit taking your time and not realising that Harry was just around the corner, choking on the water he had taken out from the fridge. You wore his big ass shirt, triple both your sizes. Thr pants were too loose and missing the rope, so they just fell down. Huffing you took em off and kept them outside on the sofa. “Go change and help me!” You said as you saw Harry still standing there with wide eyes. You always were comfy around him, so this wasn’t new. 

“Eggs, break em!” You mumbled singing and making the dough. This was your speciality. You could do it drunk, sleepy, sloshed and they always came out perfect. Lost, you didn’t notice Harry come behind you until you felt his hands on your ass. When he didn’t remove em, and kneaded in, “What’re you doing?” It surprised you as you felt kisses on your shoulders, his body now stuck to you. It wasn’t just difficult for him, but you as well. You couldn’t ignore the need of throwing him on the bed and fucking him on the bed. But it just was never said or showed by either, so you thought there was nothing. “Harry…” you said again. 

His hands stopped yours from letting the bowl go, and lock them fingers, as he attacked your neck from behind. You let out a moan, as his teeth bit in, and his hand held both of yours, the other going down your stomach, “Is this alright?” He whispered, in a voice you couldn’t recognise. You nodded, not being able to say anything as his hands went further down to your cotton panties. He always had long fingers you thought, as the temperature increased. This was new to you, and he knew it. He turned you around, and got to his knees, getting under the t-shirt, and kissing your stomach, as he went down below. You pulled your t-shirt off, not being able to hold it as you saw his eyes, looking so green with lust, as his tongue licked your navel, and travelled down. 

Strong hold on your legs, your hands holding on to the counter and you speechless which was a thing he noticed and smirked on, as he took your panties off, “Nice pussy,” he murmurs,”Can you open up for me a little baby,” He said, as your legs softened and spread a little. “Okay?” He asked once again, and you couldn’t find any reason in your head to disagree. He nestled between your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on ‘em, and you wondered how you could ever not do this before. His tongue travelled up, now right on your clit, his eyes not missing the reaction of your first time. He wanted it to be good, as he mixed his spit with your wetness, amazed at this state he got you in. The always in control Y/N was so soft right now, just for him. 

Any other day, he wouldn’t have believed his luck, but today as he got lost and so involved with you, his mouth all over, and his body tied to your lower half, he was taking everything you offered. A minute later, when he heard you whimper, this feeling absolutely new to you and not a lot compared to your sessions with yourself, he picked you up and threw you over the shoulder. You yelped his name, as he took you to the couch and, immediately pulled your legs apart, to not let the moment get too far. “I like how your clit’s swollen,” he said sucking on it and taking it long and slow. Your knees trembled, and he brought his fingers in, pressing on it, and he went down to your holes. “Let’s try one,” He said, quite lost now in you, as he pushed a finger in, “You like that,” as your cries increased a bit, his fingers were way longer than yours. “Relax, relax,” he said, as you bucked your hips, the pleasure taking control now. He put two in and increased his pace, now faster as his fingers fucked you while keeping his tongue on your clit. No idea how he did it, but you were slowly losing it. 

“I’m…Harry,” You whimpered, He climbed up and, attached his lips on your again, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you faster as you held his face. “Close, so close…” 

“Hold it for me a bit, baby,” He asked. Lips travelling down to your neck and back up. His hand, kept your body in place as you trembled, while the other relentlessly didn’t stop from being inside you. 

“Can’t, I can’t…” You said, as you felt your orgasm coming stronger than it had ever before and this was just by his fingers. He giggled, and went down again, as you looked at his sticky fingers which he just pulled out. He slowly put his fingers in his mouth, and you gulped sitting on your elbows. “Sorry…” 

He didn’t respond, as his mouth went back to lick you clean, and you threw yourself back down. You pulled at his hair, to look at you, and he stopped and sat up. You did as well, and climbed in his lap, and tipped his head back and kissed him. His hands held you tight, as you tasted yourself on him. “I won’t be so easy on you next time,” He said, as you kissed down his neck. 

“I can make up with cookies,” You whispered in his ear. 

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#47 The Interior Designer Part 2 (Harry Styles)

always wanted a The Interior Designer part 2

Part 2 for the interior designer pls?

Will there be a “The interior designer” part 2? Please make one, loved the first part and now i just want more 😍 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE PART 2 to the interior designer 👩‍🎨🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Please write a part 2 for the interior designer. I really loved it.  

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PART 1  

“I want all of the boxes delivered today. I don’t care about the delay. I want it now.” I heard him scream as I walked out of the little studio I owned as my office, now. He immediately kept his phone down. “Vic, I need to talk to you!” He came and held my arms. “Don’t do this. Five years with me. C’mon, don’t throw it away.” 

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come see me.” I shrugged out of his hands. 

“On a text message. A fucking text message, Victoria!” He yelled and then, got his voice in control. “You can’t end a five-year relationship on a text message.”

“Oh, but you can obviously cheat on your girlfriend of five years. I’m glad we are talking though. I think this is the most we have over, I can’t even remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, it has been a week since that, and I see you finally got time to mend whatever you think this is…” 

“I was working,” He started. 

“No, you were fucking a girl you’ve been seeing for five months now.” 

His eyes widened, he was shocked. I hadn’t mentioned anything about knowing in the text, “You know?”

“Not about all of your affairs, but this one I do,” I told him. It still hurt. 

“Madam, Mr Styles is waiting for you downstairs,” My assistant came through the door. 

“Harry Styles? What are you doing with him?” He shouted as I collected my things from the desk. “Answer me, Victoria,” I sighed. He really thought I was his doll. “Fucking answer me! Are you fucking him now? Huh?” He screamed

“He is my fucking client, you fucking asshole. Get lost, and don’t ever come back here,” I yelled and walked off before I cried in front of him. 

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“So, these are the three models you selected for the fridges,” I have him the booklet. “All of ‘em are available so, you just have to select one. Also, they stopped selling the model for the oven in your mum’s house, but this one is pretty close so, tell me if we should book it.”

“I like this one, you will merge it with the cupboards right?” Harry asked. 

“Yes, and we have the buyers ready for the old ones so, if you finalise the oven, we can get it delivered tomorrow.” 

“How are you holding up?” He asked suddenly. I came to work the very next day. It was extremely unprofessional to discuss my personal life and scream at HArry for my ruined relationship. This contract meant everything to me and, I didn’t want to risk it. 

“We rather not discuss my personal life, Harry,” I smiled. 

“I know, he was at your office today when I came to pick you up,” He said. “And, client and all, I know. I’m also your friend. I’m here for you,” He kept one hand on mine. 

“Thank you, I will be fine…really!” I told him. “Let’s move to the curtains. You’ve been postponing this since forever.”

“I can’t decide ‘em. These are the sheer ones?” He whined, opening the shade book. “Where are the heavy ones?” I handed him the other booklet. 

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The house was finished. I had finally set up his photo wall, and that was the last thing left to do. He was hosting a party tonight to celebrate it as well. “Hey, wow,” He stopped looking at the wall. 

“Are you happy?” I asked. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much! This feels like home now,” He sighed. “Oh, here is the final cheque,” he said giving me the envelope. 

“Thank you so much,” I thanked the lord for my first payment alone. “So, this is it!” 

“It’s been an incredible journey! And now, you have your first showcase tonight. Lot more clients to come!” he cheered. 

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity and believing I could do it.”

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The party went in full swing, and I couldn’t believe the amount of appreciation I got for his house. I felt blessed and so lucky. Harry introduced me to different people, I’d never met before but should have since they knew my ex-boyfriend. He didn’t contact me after that day, and I was getting over him. It didn’t hurt now, and I was fine. 

“Ria, I didn’t invite him. I promise. But, I can’t throw him out either. It’ll be a controversy,” Harry whispered in my ear, as I saw my Ex move towards us. Harry’s hands were on my waist, and I saw his eyes focus there before he brought them up to scan me. I hated him. That was the only feeling in my heart. “Hey, man. How are you?” Harry greeted him like a kind host. 

They talked, and he looked at me, “Great work, Vic.” He said like he didn’t expect it. “You could design our house like this as well. I would’ve known your potential as well.” 

I hated dated this guy for five years for him to say this. “I think, it was Harry’s encouragement and support that I brought my true potential out - which obviously, ‘our’ house never had.” 

“When she gets on your nerves, and you’re bored of fucking her, we’ll talk-” He told Harry, ignoring me as my face reduced with his comment. 

“Oh no, I think it’s just you who has to fuck his way through to get work. She just did it with her talent,” Harry gave his classic smile and then, stare. My Ex rolled his eyes and walked off. “Are you okay?” He said, holding my face. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“Yep, I know. Thank you for sticking by me,” I smiled. 

“Let’s go meet more people!” He pulled my hand and took me inside the hall. 

After a few months…

“Hey!” I answered Harry’s call. We had been talking quite often, and I was hinting flirtation at most times. 

“So, you know I sold my L.A. house,” he told me. “And, I don’t know if you take international clients or not, but I bought an apartment in NYC and, it’s just not me. When can you schedule mine in?” 

“Next week, since you have been pestering my assistant for months!” 

“Oh yeah, that was me. I will see you next week. You might have to travel with me though, I’m touring.”

“I don’t think I can work in such conditions, Mr Styles,” I teased. “And, it’ll be weird. I mean, your Interior Designer is accompanying you on tour. So random!” 

“Yes, it won’t be so weird if you let me take you on that date you’ve been postponing. Then, it’ll be my girlfriend touring with me and designing our house!” 

“Did you just say our house?” 

“I did, huh, didn’t I?” he laughed. 

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#43 The Gang Leader Part 2 (Harry Styles)

LAST WEEK HERE! 

Please tell me if you liked it and talk to me this week, since it’s my last here! I love you guys and thank you for all the love! 

Summary: Harry is the son of the ruling party and Y/N is an exchange student. 

PART 1

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“Alright, I’m bored!” I huffed again and sat up. 

“We have fucked three times today. How are you bored?” The little shit smirked, without even looking at me. I had to agree that he looked too irresistible with his specs on, reading his course book, using his highlighter, just in a snapback. “Stop eyeing me like that,” He laughed. 

“You’ve kept me on a lock down! I get to stare all I want!” I kissed down his cheek. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead. 

“So, it’s been four days already. How long will the place still be off?” I asked. 

Harry sighed, and shut his book, “until he apologizes.” 

“I don’t see how it works. The whole town is on a shutdown because you fought!” 

“I fought!” He raised his voice. 

“He fought! Does it even matter anymore! What did he raise anyway! What did you fight about? Tell me!” I sat on my knees. He had been ignoring this for four days now. I didn’t mention talking to Charlie again because he got quite angry the first round. Getting off the best I followed him out of the room. “Why won’t you tell me?” 

“Why does it even matter? Do I not make you happy here?” He asked. 

“Only you can make about yourself!” I switched the telly on. 

 -the feud is still on between the two parties. For safety, the main town agencies will remain closed until Monday. Here is what the Des Styles has to say about the feud. 

“We Styles men are very sensitive about our women. I agree with what my son did, and we will not forgive until we have an apology made. -” 

“Women? What women? Did he say something about your mom?” I asked Harry. 

He shook his head and opened the knife drawer. I was dating a mafia. He was a mafia in this place. He aimed the knives to the board in front and started his assault. “Then?” 

He didn’t answer. 

I flattened on the sofa, lying on my back and huffed.“I came here to study you know! If I knew this is how things work here, I would have never agreed to stay. I want quality education, and it doesn’t work with two gangs fighting their heads off and declaring a week off to threaten each other endangering everyone’s safety!” Still no response, “Maybe, I should transfer back. I still have a year left, and it makes sense…”I thought to myself. It could be a good option. I’ll be away from Harry though. 

“Is that it, then?” He was suddenly on top of me, a knife still in hand.  You’re threatening me that you’ll leave?” 

“Harry, the knife.” 

He played with the knife in his hands, and I gulped. Slowly bending down, he touched my forehead with the tip of his knife, sharp going down to my cheek, and then stopping at my neck. “He was talking about you, baby.” He said, his hand on my neck, making me tilt my head back, the knife still at the edge, and he pressed. “He was talking about you, your body, and how you could be his,” I felt his lips on the side of my neck, and felt him bite, marking me with his teeth. The knife went down and tore my tube top. He threw his knife behind him, as it hit the aim on the board, then removed the shreds, off my body. “I don’t like anyone talking about you.” He whispered, his voice husky and going deeper with every word. 

“Harry…” I moaned, feeling one hand press my neck and the other massage my breasts. A couple more wet kisses down my throat, and he stopped. 

“I know, you can’t take another round of me so, don’t push me,” and he got off. He took off his snap back and gave it to me and walked off into the room. I wore it, and it was too big that it exposed both my boobs. 

“This is too big.” 

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Classes had resumed again, and my schedule just kept getting busy that now I wished for a break. Harry had constant security around my apartment and area. He was the son of the controller of the entire state. He was practically god’s son, and I knew the other one who wanted that power get angrier day by day. 

“Look who it is,” I knew it was Charlie. He was everywhere these days. Harry kept a watch on him, but till now said nothing. Apparently, he had sent a written apology forced by his father who had his business to take care of. I was kinda disgusted knowing he sexualised me. I thought, he was a decent guy, but he was turning out to be a creep. 

“What do you want?” I asked. 

“For you to leave the town,” He said, flatly. 

“Excuse me?” I confronted him. 

“You wanted me to be direct. Here it is. I know where your grandma lives, and she won’t like my hello. And this is not because I care for you, honey. This is a full fledged warning. Go back to her, or I’ll give you her death to be a reason for you. And then, you’ll have to go back. No guarantor, no loan, no money and let’s face it. You’re just another doll for Harry who fulfils his needs. He won’t care about you anyway,” He smirked. 

“If you know that my leaving won’t affect him, then why lash out at me?” I asked. 

“Because that is what we do, honey. Annoy each other. You’re an annoyance and my next card. Your transfer papers are ready by the way. Start packing. Also, don’t tell him or I’ll kill you first,” He walked off before I could reply. 

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I couldn’t stop my tears from flowing. I had ignored all calls from Harry, and it was going to be a full day now. I couldn’t risk it. My grandma was the only one left, and I couldn’t risk her life. Knowing that Charlie would kill her. That is what these people do, they don’t care about ruined families. I had to leave. 

Charlie’s guys delivered the papers to my room, “it’s nice to see you packing,” His guy touched my face, and let his hands roam around my butts, pinching them hard, that I knew it would bruise. I couldn’t stop crying after that. 

A big thud on my door made me drop my books. Another thud and I rushed to the door. “What the fuck!” Harry pushed the door open. 

“What are you doing here? It’s after midnight!” I yelled. He couldn’t be here.

“Why haven’t you picked up my phone calls?” He wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his body and hugging me tightly. “I was so worried, baby” He kissed my cheeks, and I hugged him back. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re packing? Why?” He asked pulling away. 

I couldn’t tell him. He’ll hurt my grandma. I didn’t say anything. 

“Answer me goddamnit!” He yelled. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me? Honey?” he held my face, as his tears trickled down his cheeks. “Don’t you love me, baby?” 

“Don’t cry please,” I said, kissing him. “I have to go though.” 

“Tell me now,” Harry said, using the command he used when he wanted confessions. “Now love.” he held my face, and I blurted everything. “Please don’t go to him, Harry. He will kill her. I don’t have anyone else. I will be alone. Please,” I cried.

“He will not hurt you or your grandmom,” Harry said kissing my lips. He took his phone out and walked out of my room. My crying didn’t stop until I slept that night. 

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“Hey honey, wake up,” Harry kissed my cheek. I sat u straight looking at him. He had a pair of clothes out for me. “We’ve to leave, have a bath later, change and brush quickly.” 

I nodded and got off. Brushing quickly, I came out and changed stepping out of my shorts, “where did you get this bruise from?” Harry held my hips, examining the bruise. I didn’t lie. He nodded and asked me to hurry up. 

We kept driving until we reached an abandoned factory, just outside the city. I didn’t question Harry, but his hands holding mine, and quick kisses placed on them, calmed me down. 

“Get out,” he said. And I did. He parked the car and took out a gun. “Here, pull this, aim and shoot, if required. Don’t be scared,” He kissed me, and tucked the gun inside my jacket. Taking my hand, we walked into the factory. I stopped and gulped when we reached inside. Charlie and his men were tied to the ceiling. They were covered in their blood, as their hands were straight up tied to the ceiling above. 

“Which one touched you?” Harry asked me. I looked at him, gulping. “Don’t be scared, baby.” I looked at their faces and pointed to the guy. One nod and he was cut from the ceiling, as he fell down to the floor. 

“He is my right hand, Harry. We don’t kill family, remember the deal?” Charlie covered in bruises, still smirked. 

“We don’t threaten family either, remember Charlie. But you broke that one. I get a point,” Another nod, and the guy was thrown off the floor and then shot. This was the first time, I had seen someone die, I clutched on to Harry.

“She is not your family, Harry,” Charlie spat. 

“That is where you’re wrong. She is, and so is her family. She is mine, and I don’t like being threatened.” 

I saw Charlie gulp. His eyes finally indicated that he was scared. He had also, broken a pact so, his father couldn’t do anything. “The only reason you will walk out of here is that your father begged, Charlie. I hope you’re proud,” Harry laughed. Another nod and all their hands were cut, and they fell to the ground. Harry took my hand and made me stand in front of him. I stopped breathing. “Apologize Charlie.” 

He didn’t even blink, “I’m sorry Charlie.” 

“Your grandma’s safe. Charlie knows we’ll wipe his family out if he even touches anything related to you,” Harry kissed my forehead and took me out of the factory, his men following behind. 

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“So, I don’t have to go?” I asked, kissing his shoulders, as we lay naked on his bed. 

“No, you’re pretty much stuck with me. And, you’ve to know, we Styles’ men are very protective of our family, and we never let go,” His eyes stared into mine, as our lips connected again. 

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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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#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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