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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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#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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PART 3

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#47 The Interior Designer (Harry Styles)

Word Count: 2560

Summary: A girl with a cheating boyfriend and a new client. 

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“And, you know I don’t know why she was so mean, I did everything on that list. It’s just me she picks on every time. Riley, she didn’t even finish-” I was cut between my upset rant, with my tears falling down my eyes.

“Look, Victoria, do we have to this right now?” He looked at me like I had spilt coffee over all his papers.

“What? My crying?” I asked, feeling so upset with what happened at work today.

“Yeah, this complaining! Why don’t you go and talk to Noah or something?” He said, going back to his computer.  

“Noah, is not my boyfriend you are, and I want to talk to you-” I said, wiping my tears.

“Victoria!” He yelled. “I have four people on call waiting to talk to me once I finish this document. I swear I have better things to do that hear you crib here. Please go do some work and leave me alone!”

I flinched as he yelled at me, and looked away from his face. Looking everywhere but him, embarrassed and slowly going numb, I picked up the coffee mugs in front of me and walked to the kitchen. “No wonder she gets shit at work,” I heard him mutter. I frowned at his words, filling water in the cups, feeling this was not needed.

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“You know, I told you to leave him! He ticks all the ‘don’t touch this human” signs on my list!” Brittany explained sucking on her straw.

“Don’t touch this human?” I asked.

“Yeah! He has no time. He wakes up and looks at his phone. His phone is always ringing. He doesn’t listen to you, talk to you, be with you. He knows the important dates of his clients than you! These are all signs of running Victoria!”

“I don’t know what to do! He wasn’t always like this! And I have been with him forever. Like forever Brit, how can I just leave him?” I explained. “It’s his job, you know. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t! And you were talking about dates? I was reading online that couples who live together don’t really have to go on dates to keep their relationship alive!”

“Does he? Does he live with you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Brittany…” my phone pinged. “Oh look,” I said reading the message, “He wants to take me out tonight!” She gulped her drink and came close to read the message.

“No, he is ordering you.” She said. “There is no ‘will you?’ ‘would you” or even –”

“But, it is something. It is an effort. I knew something good will happen,” I smiled to myself, and she smiled.

I dressed in a really nice black dress that accentuated my curves. Looking in the mirror, I smiled to myself. It was a long time since we went out and I wanted to make myself look the best for him. “Are you ready, Victoria?” I heard his voice call out from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, making sure to make him see my legs, but his eyes stayed glued to his phone. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look at me even once, but I still tried to keep my hopes up. A dinner date was a good attempt and, I was going to give him that. “Sit in the car.”

I saw a bouquet in the back seat and frowned. If it was for me, shouldn’t he give it? I didn’t say anything as he started driving. He switched off the music in a minute of it playing, talking loudly to his clients on his Bluetooth. I sighed and looked outside. We pulled into a huge mansion, and I knew this was not a dinner date. “You bought me to a party?” I looked at him in shock and disappointment.

“Take the bouquet out,” He ordered still typing away on his phone, “and Vic, please. On your best behaviour today? This is an important party for me,” Best behaviour? What did he mean by that? When was I not on my best behaviour? I handed him the bouquet, and he kept the phone away, before fixing it and walking away leaving me behind to follow him.

Kisses, hi’s and hello’s took place as soon as we walked in. A lot of how have you been, I hope you’re well, come enjoy as people danced on the floor to soft music, and then, held glasses of wine or champagne talking to each other in small groups. I saw as different women came and kissed his cheek and he kissed their cheek back, asking them about their work. Did he know about mine? He introduced me once, and then left me to talk to more people. Feeling abandoned like a little child and trying not to pout, I walked towards the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“Whisky please, a little water and ice, thank you.”

I sat there was a long time, sipping my glass with my back straight, phone on the side for it wasn’t very proper, trying to locate where my boyfriend was and failing. Sighing, I asked for another drink.

“Long night?” I heard a deep voice ask, as I looked up. I knew who he was. He was everywhere these days. His album has just released.

“It’s getting longer than how I expected it to be,” I said, taking another sip.

“Oh same, I came here with my manager and he is well managing. It’s not a lot of fun when you just have to show your face from faraway,” He said and I chuckled. “Are these parties always this boring with slow music and pretentious conversations?”

“Yes, always,” I said. He smiled and sat down next to me. “So, who are you here with?” he asked.

“That guy,” I said finally finding him.

“Mr Douchebag?” He said, and I frowned. “I didn’t see you as the type?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I said.

“No, I mean. Why are you here with him?” He asked again.

“I am his girlfriend,” I said, trying not to take offence.

“What? Since when?” He laughed.

“Since 5 years, what do you mean by all this?” I asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Woah. My god. I am sorry, I am Harry,” he said, pushing his hand forward.

“Victoria,” I said, shaking his hand. “Why did you call him a douche bag?”

“Umm, that is a story for another day. What do you do Victoria?” He said, trying to change the topic.

“How do you know him?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

“Umm, he has been to many of my parties,” he said. “Your drink is over, let’s get you another?” He asked the bartender to make my drink.

“He has?” I hadn’t heard of any of these parties. I had heard nothing. I thought he only worked all the time…like me.

“Yeah, known him for quite some time.Anyway, you didn’t answer my question…Victoria? Victoria?” He pulled me out of my thoughts.

“I’m an interior designer,” I told him.

“Oh, that’s nice! That’s great. I have awful taste in furniture though, I have never designed any of my houses. I sold my old one because it felt to impersonal and shifted again, and I am literally now living in an almost empty house cause I don’t know how to just make it personal, you know?” He explained.

“Yeah, but you need to get a designer and then spend time with them, so they know how you are and then, be absolutely involved in the process of buying and installing and designing to get that personal touch and favor,” I told him since, I faced cases like these on a daily basis. I’m going to quit my firm though, start my own designing,” I said, thinking loudly now.

“Oh then, can I be your first customer?” He asked.

“You're very nice,” I smiled.

“No really, I am serious. Please don’t let me search for people. I hate it. Please design my house?” He looked like he really meant it.

“Okay, so here, give me your phone?” I took it, “I’m putting my number in with my name and designation. Contact me when you are absolutely sober, and we’ll talk?”

“Splendid.”  

Harry and I just talked for the evening, until it was time to leave. “I’ll call you, designer.” I looked back and smiled at this goofy look on his face. The ride back home was suffocating. I was suffocating. I knew I had to break up, but we had been together forever. And, relationships aren’t made in a day. You have to work on them and keep working on them.

He left in two days for a business trip. In these two days, we had said four sentences to each other. Harry and I, on the other hand, had met two times and he kept chatting with me for some reason. I didn’t mind it. I needed a friend. This week was quite hectic as I left my job, and signed my new papers for opening my own firm. Everything was ready since I was planning it for a long time, and Brittany threw a small party with my closest friends to celebrate it as well. My boyfriend knew nothing about it. Now, I didn’t even have anything to tell him.

“Just leave him, bro!” Mike said, whining, quite drunk now. “He is like this Airbnb person living in your house.”

“It is our house, you know.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t live in it? Does he buy veggies and those wine glasses and those cheerios? No. He does not. He paid for half the price, and that is it. Kick him out!” He said, imitating the kick with his legs.

“Mikey, calm down, here have some water,” I said, bringing it to his face.

“Brit, Oscar…tell her that I AM RIGHT!” He yelled, and everyone cheered.

I met Harry for lunch, the next day, “So, where do I sign to go into this intense procedure with you?” He asked, taking a long sip on his coffee.

“Here,” I took the page out. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You haven’t seen all my work yet?”

“I have enough. And you designed Nick’s house, and I love it so, yeah…there we go,” He said signing it. “I’m free for the next two months before I get busy again. I’d like to do this! And! And! I am your first client! So, cheers to that!” he giggled, and we almost banged our coffee cups.

The long designing procedure started the next day. It was my first project with my company name, and it was a huge one. I wanted to give my best to it. I spent time in his house, working on each floor and then talking to him. I wanted to know him properly, his tastes, his dislikes to be able to come on a nice theme for his house. I could see Harry enjoyed it. I like to know that he enjoyed everything that was new to him. My boyfriend wasn’t back yet, and the only conversation I had with him was a guy who came from his office to collect a few files. It had been three weeks now, and I was almost done with the theme. We had set a budget, even though Harry was pretty lenient with it and we went looking for things on the list.

“I like this,” He said looking at a ceiling attached sofa chair. “I’d like to put to in the balcony,” he said.

“Near the trees, the opposite side, first floor? I guess, it’ll look nice there and a perfect spot to sit as well because of the sunlight?” I asked.

“Yes, perfect!” He nodded.

We looked around more, picking up a lot of things that we liked. He wanted to go room by room so, he could individually pay attention to it so, it took a longer process, but I didn’t mind it. I was absolutely enjoying my work with no politics being played like my previous workplace. I was at his house, setting up the master bedroom when my phone rang. It was Oscar, but he cut the call. He then sent a picture. It was my boyfriend…I sat down. He was on the beach with a girl, lying on the sand with him. I read his message.

Was here off work after a meeting. Saw him and wanted to go say hi, until I saw her. I’m sorry Ria. I had a chat with the girl as well, just to confirm when he left for a while. They have been seeing each other for quite some time. Five months…I’m sorry.

My legs failing to hold my weight, had me sitting on the bed, just looking at the pictures. “Hey, do you want to have lunch from this nice Italian place, I know?” Harry walked in. “What happened?” He asked, as my tears just fell. Five years for this guy. Two years before that and this is what it led to. Harry sat on his knees in front of me and took my phone from my hands. “I’m sorry Victoria…”

“Why did you call him a douchebag?” I asked.

“What? Umm…Victoria…it doesn’t matter now.”

“Just tell me, Harry!”

He closed his eyes, “He had a reputation. And, I saw it at work. He came to each of my parties with a different woman, and then Jeff knows him. He told me how he went on these holidays and Jeff once went with him –”

“You knew?” I stood up, looking at him with accusatory eyes. “You knew he was cheating on me?” He nodded, still on his knees. “And you didn’t tell me! In these three weeks, when I told you how sad my relationship was making me, you didn’t say anything?”

“Vic, I –”

“Don’t call me that! I hate that name!”

“Ria, I didn’t know what to say! I saw you at the party, and you were so beautiful. And your eyes were so innocent and full of love, and when you told me that it was for five years, I didn’t want to see your heart crushed.”

“It had been crushing for years, Harry! I thought you were my friend! I treated you like my friend! A friend tells!”

“I didn’t know what to say, Ria!”

“Say that Victoria, Wake up! He is cheating on you! He came to my parties with different women every time!” I yelled.

“Victoria, he is cheating on you. He came to my parties with different women every time,” Harry repeated. I could see the guilt in his eyes.

“I know that now, you – you –” I couldn’t even curse. I knew he was not to blame. But, my world was crushed now. “I have to leave. I am taking a break for a few days. Please don’t contact me.”

“Ria, I’m really sorry.” He said, coming forward and holding my hand, while I just looked at him with defeated eyes.

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PART 2

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21 Months Old and A Goodbye!

This blog is One Year and 9 Months old today. 

Hello Guys! 

I had planned to keep this blog for a year at most really. Write the stories that come to me and meet you guys! I never thought we’d come this far though! 

You guys are wonderful and have been absolutely amazing. Reading my little stories and encouraging me to write more. There are so many of you and I love you all for supporting and reading my work. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! 

I’d also like to thank Harry for being my Muse. For teaching me to be a better person and inspiring me. His little qualities of respect, confidence and kindness will go a long way with me and I will love him forever.  It is my time to go. 

This blog has been my home for so long and I have grown with it. It is finally time for me to take off and find my place in the world. I have loved every bit of this journey and One Direction will be my true love always! 

I’ll be here all week until Sunday. 

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#45 Three Days To Love (Harry Styles Series)

Hello guys! 

So, I was so inspired by SNL and soldier Harry that I have written something along those lines. I have so much planned and I'm finally writing again! 

I hope you like this one!  ---

"Are you sure?" She asked me again.

 "Am I sure about what?" I asked packing my bag and finalizing the checklist. 

"Sure that you want to meet him. Sure that he is safe and not some creep!" Her doubts coming to the front.

 "He is not a creep, Ashley! He is in the army and we have both Skyped him, remember?" I laughed. 

"Yeah, 6 months ago though! And once! And you only talked to him so many times and only have corresponded through letters and..." 

"Babe, he is the army. And we have corresponded as closely as we have been able to, whenever he is around, right?" I assured her. 

"Are you sure you want to spend the day and well, the night with him? I mean, we are here on a holiday and you're here with me and that's what your parents know! If you happen to die or something, what will I tell them! That we lied to them and you went to meet your boyfriend, who you are meeting for the first time in a year!" This did sound crazy. 

"I have talked to him for two years now! And we started dating only 9 months ago. We haven't been able to meet because we never were in the same place, you know that. When he was in town, I wasn't and he only comes home for a bit. He is on an off for three days for me and I can't believe my luck that our parents agreed to send us here. I am so ready to meet this guy. I have loved him for a long time and even though our relationship isn't conventional enough and questionable, I really don't care at the moment," I told her. "Do I make sense?"

"Yeah, you do. Okay! Alright...go. But, you're texting me your location all the time. I will be right here. Have a relaxing day, and keep a track of your texts, okay?" She hugged me.

"I promise! Okay, wish me luck!"

---

I sat on one of the benches in the park. I was early, 30 minutes to be exact, but that's just because I didn't want to be late. I was in my best dress, the one I thought I looked nice in at least. It was not too dressy, but not too casual. I was so nervous. In two years, we were meeting for the first time. Taking our friendship to a relationship was a big risk, but we figured that, I wasn't falling for anybody else and he didn't have any other interests except me, so we just fell.  It wasn't strictly planned or asked, it was just said.

 I remember how my friend got me his contact from her boyfriend. I had been cribbing about being lonely forever and, she just proposed this to me. I, intially found it absurd, but having no interest in the guys around me, planned to give this a try. It panned out nicely. I don't think either of us took it too seriously in the beginning. We were just corresponding through hand written letters. But, slowly as the letters increased to topics we both couldn't stay away from, and the months passed, it suddenly just happened. Then came the first call, then skype, exchanging actual photographs of ourselves to talking on call, and taking a deep breath when we heard each other's voice. It was surreal, but also so real. We actually had real conversations through our letters. Not conversations like my friends had about going to gyms or sex, or booty calls or sex, it was so much more. Yes, there were a couple about sex, but they came a lot letter, where I knew I was getting frustrated for sure.

I looked at my phone, switching on the front camera, to check the little makeup I had applied was still there. I tried to play around with my hair, but they were a little long now, and since I never had hair this long, I was not used to experimenting. So, I just left them open, and fixed my dress. I had fifteen minutes left, and I shifted on my seat, keeping my bag close, and fixing my heels, looking around an almost empty park.  In our last call, last night, he texted me the location of where to meet since, he knew this place better. It was so strange, we had each other's number, but we didn't text last night. He had his phone for three days before he had to submit it back, three days with me.

 I was so nervous. I played a song on my IPod, but shut it back down, since I couldn't get myself to concentrate. What if he doesn't come? What if he us a bad guy wanting to kidnap me? No. That's not possible, okay.

I texted Ashley, about how nervous I was, and went through my mails, since I had work to respond to, and it was a good distraction as well.

 "Jade?" I heard his voice, and I stopped typing. I slowly looked up to the man standing next to my bench. I literally, scanned him. From his boots, to his brown checked pants, to the white shirt, unbuttoned a couple from the top, his tattoos peaking through his shirt. His hand, held his coat jacket. He dressed up for me, with a bouquet of white roses, my favorite in his other hand. My eyes traced up, to his full lips, lips I had dreamt of kissing again and again, his lips smiling to show a dimple on his cheek, to his eyes, sparkling green, staring at me in question, a little frown coming up, since I was not responding. 

"I am Jade," I nodded, sitting up straight, and keeping my phone inside my wallet. 

"Am I late?" His voice sounded so much more delicious in person. His accent more prominent than it sounded on call. "I swore I was early," he said.

 "No, no I am just really early," I stood up, standing right in front of him, as his eyes did the same thing to me and I did to him. I noticed how I was shorter than him, trying to remember this height. Our eyes met again, after we had imprinted each other in our brains, and he smiled so wide, and bright.

 "That's good, then," We couldn't say a lot. I was a chatterbox, he still remained quiet. But, somehow the Skype sessions didn't prepare me for this interaction. "I, I...umm, I got you this," he said, giving me the bunch of flowers. 

I took it from him, as gracefully as I could. Trying not to embarrass myself, and I thanked him for it. "You're way beautiful in person than I could ever imagine."

 "Ditto," He smiled. "Is that your bag? Let me take it," he picked it up from the bench and started walking towards the exit of the park with me. "So, umm, like I told you, my aunt has an apartment in this town," 

"Which she doesn't use," I said, remembering our conversation.

"Yes, she doesn't live in town. I got it all ready for us, so umm, we could keep your bag there, and go around town?" He asked.

 "You talk way slower in person, than your calls," I said, looking at him. He was so beautiful. He stopped, a frown coming up, "That's good though, I talk really fast," I laughed. 

"You do, it balances out, I guess. I like you laughing," He said and I blushed. "I think we have a lot of firsts to get through today." 

"Yeah, that is true. I have a habit of saying things on my mind though, I am trying to control it, and am getting better, but it's pretty instinctive," I said, realizing it was the exact thing I was doing. 

"You write what you exactly think as well," He smirked. 

"Are you teasing me?" I giggled. 

"Me? No," He hand my bang on his shoulder, as he took my hand to cross the road. I swear, I felt a spark and we both stopped at the foot path. Our first touch. I tightened my hold around his fingers, and he did the same, looking at me, and then we crossed the road. 

Not letting go of our hands, he explained how the house was right next to the park, in the lane we were walking towards. "Harry?" I asked, stopping a bit. 

"I like you saying my name in person," he said. "What happened?" 

"Nothing, I wanted to say your name in person." 

"Jade," He smiled. "Here we are," we stopped in front of a small house, and climbed up the stairs. He kept my bag down, and still didn't let go of my hand, which made me feel so warm. He opened the door of the house and picked up my bag, as we walked in. 

"Wow, it's a beautiful house," I remarked, as I saw the beautifully furnished apartment. 

"Thank you, my aunt is a home designer. She uses this one as a show piece." 

"You sure we can stay here?" I asked, not wanting to touch anything in this place. 

"Yeah, don't worry. I took permission and everything!" He laughed. He led me inside the house as I saw his muscles flex. It was so weird. When you are with a person you don't notice the little intricacies of the person and, with him I was trying to remember everything and ingrain it. 

"I'm going to keep your bag here," He kept it on a desk. "Do you need anything from it?" I nodded, finally letting go of his hand, noticing we both sighed and then taking out my wallet. "Do you want water?" He asked. I nodded and he went into the kitchen. I quickly texted my location to Ashley, and followed him inside. "There you go," He handed it to me. "I have food planned. Preparations are made, and we'll have dinner at home," He said, looking proud. 

"I'd hope so. You do boast a lot about your cooking," I teased. 

"Soon enough, you'll know why!" I kept the glass in the sink. "Do you want to rest for a bit, or want to go out?"

"Whatever you like," I shrugged. 

"Let's go to the beach?" I nodded and we walked out.                                                                                                                                                                                      He took my hand again, and we walked out the back door. "This is the ideal house," I laughed. For a while we didn't talk just taking each other in, I guess. "I can't believe, I'm here with you," I said after a while. "I'm sorry, I can't stay silent for a long time and I just want to hear your voice," I said.

 He laughed, "and hear you laugh. Hear you shout, scream, get angry, scold, tease, there's so much to do, and we don't have time!" 

"Well, I am glad we don't have that wall to break. I kind of knew you'll take care of the communication gap. We can take off our shoes here."

 "What if someone steals em?" I asked. 

"No one would, really, it's safe." I stepped on the sand, feeling it in my toes, "I like sand," I told him. "When I was young, we had a backyard where my grandma just left this part of the land to play with mud and sand, always saying it gives you character. I loved it! I talk a lot don't I? Tell me when you get annoyed?" I asked, shying away. 

"I don't think that'll happen, Jade. I have waited so long to just hear you talk." He took my hand, again as we walked towards the water. "I love the beach. There is something really calming about it. Want to sit?" I did at once. "I thought, you'll crib about getting your dress dirty," He laughed. I just looked at him, "you aren't really like anyone else, are you?" He said, putting my flick back behind my ear. I put my cheek in his palm, quite instinctually.

"I like your suit." 

"Thank you."

 ---

We spent the afternoon chatting. Somehow I didn't have to think of topics. They just came up and we took it from there. It felt nice to know that, he was the same in person to the guy I was talking to for so long. In the couple of hours, all our boundaries of not knowing each other just fell apart, quite like the Sand we were surrounded in and, we sat close to each other. His fingers playing with my hair, mine playing with his fingers. "Are you hungry?" He asked after a while. 

"Hmm, where are we eating?" I asked. 

"C'mon, get up. We have to walk a bit. There is this nice seafood restaurant here." He knew the things I was allergic to, like shrimps, and how much I loved prawn. He ordered wine, which I knew was his favorite. 

"Oh! I got something for you!" I remembered. "I opened y wallet and took out the little piece. It was a ring. I knew he liked wearing them, whenever he could. 

"Hey! Where did you find this from?" He asked, shocked.  

"Is it similar to the one you had?" I asked. 

"Yeah! It's so similar. Thank you, Jade," He looked at me with a look of such adoration in his eyes, I swore, I was all puddle inside. We ate food, talking about his childhood and mine, and so much more which just added to one another. 

"I am paying," I told him, as he called for our checks. His thumb was brushing my collarbone, "you're making me dizzy," I told him. 

"Really?" He smiled. "We are splitting, come here," He said trying to take the bill from me. 

"No! You are making dinner, and I want to spend on you." 

"Why can't we split. C'mon, let's split. We ordered a bottle, listen to me!" He said, and I couldn't help rejoice the tone. 

"Are we having our first argument, Mr. Styles?" I asked, cheekily. 

"In person, yes." He said, distracted by my smile. 

"I've paid though," I said, shrugging. He frowned, leaning back. 

"Not fair, Jade," he huffed, I came forward, showcasing my chest as his eyes shifted, and kissed his cheek, slowly, relishing this moment.

"Deal with it, Mr. Styles," I whispered in his ears. His hands climbed up and held my hair in a fist, pulling my face, directly in front of him. His eyes shifted to my lips, as I gulped.

 "Your bill, Ma'am," The waiter called and, we sat up.

--- PART 2

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