Nola, and her three beautiful girls, are looking for a fresh start. When they take up temporary residence in her grandparents home in London, she is told the musician living next door is rarely home. To Nola, he sounds like the perfect neighbor.
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A/N: Thank you for 13,000 reads! I finished/edited this chapter on my phone to get one out to y'all a few days before I rejoin civilization.
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A/N: I just got a suggestion to add this song to this chapter, from Harry's perspective. WOW! Thank you for the recommendation, Lilli ☺️
The clock in my room reads 2:37am when I finally lift my body off the floor, moving from the position that I crumbled into behind my door after my conversation with Nola. I crawl to my my bed and attempt to fall asleep on top of the covers, still fully dressed, having not felt this broken in a long time. Not since my last break up. Who knew I could be this devastated over a woman I'm not even in a relationship with. Who the hell am I kidding. Everyone knew.
Laying here, my mind keeps replaying her words and my responses to those words, still in disbelief.
"I would like to hope that I can settle down some day and have a family, but history would tell me that anyone I get close to ends up being chewed up and spit out by the media. Then, if they survive that, we don't survive my schedule. So, It's easier to sabotage it at some point, rather than try and keep it afloat."
It was true. Every relationship I've had has been ended by forces beyond my control. Paparazzi, touring, album promotion, social media; you name it and it has ended a relationship.
"Did you cheat on her?"
Yes, and it is, to this day, the biggest regret of my life, but I felt her pulling away and I didn't want her to hurt me, so I hurt her before she could. Childish, I know, but I couldn't stomach another brutal heartache. Little did I know that the one I caused myself would be the worst I've ever lived through.
She said she hates what people do when they cheat, but it felt more like she was saying she hates the actual people who do it. So, of course I had to ask her if she hates me, but I didn't think it through before the words left my mouth. I wasn't prepared for her answer. At all.
"I hate what you did, yes. If we were truly trying to build a relationship. Like if anything could work past these next few months we have together, it would be really hard for me to trust you."
All those if's .They cut the deepest out of all of her words. That she'd have a hard time trusting me is the most painful. I knew we might not end things as anything more than friends, but I've been building, what I thought, would be a life-long friendship, but friendship require trust.
These last few hours alone with my thoughts have taught me one very important lesson. I don't want a life with out her. The questions she asked about settling down, when I answered them I was talking about her. My mind placed her in all of the blanks in those questions and now here I sit.
