Stupid To Fall For You ~ Harry Styles ~

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Tommy is very kind and sweet, and I can't help but admire how open he is. I don't understand why Kendalls management doesn't think he fits into the 'perfect picture'? 

He has a nice smile, good personality and he's not horrible looking. Not really my type but I'm sure if he was famous lot of people would find him attractive. 

After we sat in the Starbucks and talked for a little bit, him more than me, we started heading back to the management office. 

Laughing as we make our way closer, I see the front of the building swarmed with paparazzi. 

I then see the familiar head of chestnut curls and see the face I've seen in many magazines. 

Harry and Kendall.

 Tommy and I make our way closer, the car picking us up a couple cars behind the one Harry is supposed to be getting into. As I walk up to the door of the black Range Rover, I feel eyes on me. 

I turn my head in hope to find Harry eyes on me, and I did. His eyebrows scrunches together and jaw clenched, he doesn't look happy. 

But I felt more eyes. 

As I glance over the crowd, I see one of the camera men looking at me but before he could turn his camera my way, I quickly get in the car as Tommy follows behind me, blocking the camera. 

After a 10 minutes drive, we finally arrived at the hotel. Both me and Tommy rush in, pressing the button to the floor that the band is staying on in the elevator.

I text Harry, asking him to give me the room number, but I don't get a response. 

As we get out of the elevator, I am stood in front of Liam. 

"Oh hey, do you know what room number Harry's in?" I ask "He's not answering me."

"Yeah, he's in the last one at the end of the hall, I saw him a couple minutes ago. He looks a little pissed though." Liam tells me, stepping into the elevator as I step out, along with Tommy. 

"Alright, thanks. See you later, Li." I tell him, waving as the elevator doors shut. 

"Well, thanks for all the advice Tommy. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other." I tell him with a small smile, making him laugh. 

"No problem, Vada. I'll see you around." He says as we both go our separate ways. 

I knock on the hotel room door that belongs to Harry and I, not getting a response. I knock again and still, no response. 

I look around trying to figure out if I got the right room and my eyes land on a piece of plastic that has our room number on it, so I pick it up. As I place the keycard on the keypad of the door, it unlocks. 

As soon as I open the door, I am welcomed with the noise of a loud shatter. 

What the fuck?

I let out a small Yelp and jump back as I see glass scatter all over the tile floors. 

I hear more things breaking as I slowly walk into the room. My eyes land on Harry as he picks up a glass from the small bar and throws it to the ground, it shattering the second it makes contact with the tile floor. 

"Harry!" I exclaim as he smashes another glass. He looks at me but shakes his head and throws another glass to the floor. 

"Harry stop!" I say, my voice coming out a little louder than normal as he starts to grab anything in sight to shatter. 

He grabs the lamp and throws it to the ground, making pieces fly everywhere.

He grabs more and more things to break, throwing them to the floor until theres nothing left to break. 

He just stands there, staring at the ground.

I carefully make my way towards him, grabbing his arm softly as he shakes his head. 

"What happened Harry?" I softly ask, his eyes finally meeting mine. 

"I'm sorry." He tells me, making my face scrunch up. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"I'm sorry I'm not going to be able to take you out, I'm sorry I'm not going to be able to kiss you, I'm sorry that I dragged you into this. I'm so fucking sorry for everything." He whispers, not looking away from my eyes once. 

"Hey, it's not your fault." I tell him, still confused. "Why'd you break everything?" 

"I'm angry. James made Kendall and I sign a contract and I couldn't say no. I don't want to go out with Kendall of your not there. I just-I want to be a good boyfriend for you, but I don't know how with everything about my career and my fucking management." He tells me, turning his body towards me so he can place his hands on my waist. 

"You are a good boyfriend, Harry." I tell him truthfully. "And I know I don't have much experience in the boyfriend department, but your everything I could ever want." 

He cracks a small smile, shaking his head and looking down for a split second before meeting my eyes again. But the smile was wiped from his face just as fast as it appeared. 

"Promise me you won't leave me Vada, please." He whispers, eyes softening but face staying hard. I slightly gulp and shake my head. 

"I don't make promises Harry, you know that." I whisper back. 

And it's true. 

I do not make promises, ever.

Why give someone false hope when there still a chance of you leaving? 

Life sucks, this world sucks, everything sucks but there nothing you can do about it and there's nothing worse than a broken promise. 

"Please, just promise me. I don't care if it's an empty promise or you don't mean it, just promise me you won't leave. Just to get me through the night, promise me." He tells me, his pale green eyes staring into mine like neither of us could look away. 

I gulp before I say the words that I say next, these 2 words not leaving my mouth in years. 

"I promise." I tell him softly. 

Promises mean nothing to me. 

They're pointless. 

Just do what you do, don't promise it because it could change and in the end, leave everyone heart broken. 

Harry wastes no time connecting his lips to mine in an eager and hungry kiss. He cups my jaw in his hands tightly life if he ever let's go, I would disappear. 

He's scared I'm going to leave him. 

He's just as scared of me leaving as I am to get hurt. 

At least that's something we can share. 

"Your my only piece of normal, Vay. I don't care how selfish of me it is to not want to let you go." He whispers against my lips before attaching them again, his words making my stomach turn but in a good way. 

I still don't understand what everything means, what's going to happen, it's still all very confusing. 

But I do know one thing for certain and one thing only. 

It's only going to get worse from here and I have to be prepared for it, don't I?

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