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I drive towards the airport leaving everything behind me, including Harry
My phone continues to buzz in the upholder. I try my best to ignore it, that’s the only sign I need to know he’s read my letter. The letter was mostly true, I do want what’s best for him and I do blame myself for a lot of the shit that has happened to us this year, but no one will ever love him the way I do. No one could ever learn to understand why he tugs at his hair or why he twists his rings when he panics, no one will know that he hates ketchup or that he double knots his shoe laces. No one will ever be able to know Harry as much as I do.
I park at the airport garage, turning the car off.
My heart aches at the thought of him reading the note and believing my lies, thinking I don’t love him and that I will never love him. Tears brim the corners of my eyes and this time I don’t try to push them back, I let them fall and roll down my cheeks and then drip off my chin. From now on Harry’s won’t be here to wipe them, and I need to get used to that
Harry’s POV
I frantically dial Alex’s phone number praying she’ll answer
Nothing, fuck
I throw my phone as hard as I can at the wall in front of me, a cloud crack sounding through the small room.
I drop my head in my hands, why did she do this? Why now? These past days have been fucking amazing, what did I do? She doesn’t mean it, I know she doesn’t. Alex loves me, I know she does.
I’m gonna be back for her, and you won’t have no one Harry. This time Alex won’t pathetically crawl back to you
Louis words from the night of the dance replay in my head over and over. Each time making feeling an infusion of rage course through my body.
Alex’s POV
“Flight to New York City, New York has been delayed for due to the heavy snow, please plan the delay to take thirty minutes to an hour. Thank you, safe traveling!”
The voice from the speaker above me makes me wince at the her words.
Great
I pull my suitcase and twirl the tiny airplane necklace around my neck follow the number of the gates looking for gate 2
11, 10, 9
I’m suddenly pulled back and I fall.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” I hear a voice immediately apologize
I take the hand that’s offered to me and stand up
“Alex?”
I look up to find two black eyes staring back at me. Her hair is pulled up in a bun and she’s wearing dark purple lipstick.
I stare at her defined features and try to match the face with a name, but I can’t
“Hi..” I say, trying to manage a smile
“Remember me?” Her voice is morphed and comes out high pitched, like nails scraping on a chalkboard
“Rosalyn?” I ask with wide eyes, last time I remember seeing her it was only for a split second, I never notice how, pretty she was. A pang of jealousy strikes me in the gut but I ignore it
“Yeah” She laughs “Where are you headed?” she asks picking up my fallen phone and water bottle
I take my phone and smile in appreciation
“New York, what about you”
We continue to walk towards the far end of the airport where I’m sure my gate awaits
“Oh that’s cool! I’m heading to phoenix, my whole family is expecting me for Christmas. Are you waiting on Harry?”
My heart leaps at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue
“Um, no, not really” I say
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought-“
“Flight 302 leaving to Phoenix, now boarding”
“Well that’s my flight, It was nice seeing you Alex.” Rosalyn hugs me quickly and turns to walk towards her gate. I watch her until she’s out of sight and let out a breath
I dial my moms phone number, guess I’ll let her know I’m gonna be an hour late.
Harry’s POV
I wipe the blood from chin with the palm of my hand and pull my arm back.
Another bone crunching sound is heard as my fist connects to his jaw, my knuckles, now split ooze crimson.
I watch Louis stumble back from the impact and fall
“Get up!” I scream, all I see is red
He begins to cough a few times, spitting blood onto the concrete
“Get up you piece of shit!” I yell again
“Is that all you have? She finally did it, didn’t she” His tone condescending as he pushes himself off the ground
My fingernails dig into my palms
“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything” I say through gritted teeth to keep from yelling
“You’re just mad, you’re angry at me. Why? Because I was right, because you’re alone and you’re taking it out on me Styles”
Louis spits, a drop of blood sliding down the corner of his mouth.
I feel my cheek getting swollen from the first couple of hits Louis got on me.
“That’s how I felt, hell, that’s how I feel Styles. Every fucking day! Alexandra has fucking left you but you still know she's okay, you know she’s breathing and her eyes still hold light! You still fucking know she’s alive, gone and away from you but alive. I don’t have that, I can’t imagine what she could be doing right now, I can’t look her up on yellow pages or ask around to see how she’s been, She’s dead! Fucking six feet under and It’s your fault!”
Louis pushes my body to the ground and I fall back bringing him with me. He wraps his hands around my throat and I instantly feel the pressure build in my chest
I gasp for oxygen but only get small slivers in return
“She doesn’t want you Harry, She will never fucking want you. She wouldn’t have left if she did!”
I feel the tears begin to form but shake my head at myself, I won’t let him see me fucking cry
With as much force as I can manage I move my fist and slide it across his face, making him loosen his grip for a second
I take the chance to slip from underneath him and push him back.
He cups his now bleeding nose and lays back flat, I take the opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling his waist I begin to pound my fists into his face.
His head whips from left to right with each blow, blood now covering my entire hand, spews from his mouth and ears. He doesn’t fight back he just pushes his hands against my chest, taking each punch.
My phone begins to buzz in my pocket and I instantly freeze
Could it be
I stand up and take the phone from my pocket
“Hello? Alex? Is it-“ My voice sounding distressed
“Harry, It’s Rosalyn”
“Rosalyn I don’t have fucking time-“
“I saw Alex at the airport, I bumped into her and I picked up her phone and saw sixteen missed calls from you, is everything oka-”
“Which airport” I climb on my bike and kick start it on
“O’Hare International, her flight leaves in twenty minutes to New york because it was del-”
I click the phone off and begin to drive, desperately hoping I get there in time