Yours

[Harry's POV]


My head was pounding. What did I do last night? I opened my eyes and tried to roll over to see what time it was, but something was in my way. I looked down... or someone.
I closed my eyes. Shit.
I removed my arm from underneath this girl. As I did that, she put her arm around my waist. I have no memory of this what so ever. How drunk did I get? I promised Louis I wouldn't do anything stupid. This.. this would count as something stupid.
"Harry?" She mumbled sleepily looking up at me.
"Er," I smiled confusingly. "morning?"
She lifted up on her forearm. "You don't remember anything do you?"
I shook my head no slowly.
She rolled her eyes. "Figures, you were pretty smashed last night."
I didn't say anything I just sat there awkwardly uncomfortable. She got out of bed and my eyes widened. She wasn't wearing anything. I quickly looked under the cover.
Shit.
She started putting her dress on I guess that she had on last night, along with her underwear. "Who's Rebecca?"
My eyes widened again. "Why?"
She shook her head with a smile. "Because my name is definitely not Rebecca."
I was confused and she could tell too. "You kept calling me Rebecca all night, even when we.." She then flickered her eyes down to my area that was covered by the blankets.
Well, shit. That's not suppose to happen.
"Sorry." I said rubbing my head.
"Don't be, I had fun. You can call me Rebecca anytime you want if every time is going to be like that." She winked and walked out of my room.
Slut.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and got up. I slipped on some boxers and traveled downstairs. As I made it downstairs, she was gone. I can't believe I said Rebecca's name all night. I'm trying to forget about her.
I rubbed my head walking to the kitchen. I looked around for some aspirin. I found some and took a couple. I looked at the clock. 2:30 p.m. Man, I was smashed. I sat down with some water and rubbed my temple. I honestly have no idea what happened last night. Everything was a blur.
My phone started ringing. Ahh. I held my head as I picked it up off the counter.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Harry!"
"Hey, Zayn."
"So, I was thinking since you haven't been out in a while I thought being the good mate that I am, I would take you out. Ed is coming as well."
I thought about it. Zayn and Ed, how bad could I get?
"Sure Zayn, but you have to promise me you wont let me go over two drinks, alright?"
"Sure man."
"Alright, see you later."
"See you around 8 tonight?"
"Sure thing."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
We hung up and placed down my phone. 2:35. I stood up and looked out my window. I looked at Rebecca's flat and didn't see any lights on or anything.
She still isn't back.
I wounder if she ever is coming back. I mean, she's under contract, she has too.
Yeah.
I downed my water and went upstairs to take a shower. I need to promise myself I won't do what I did last night. I'm trying to break that habit.
Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to go with Zayn and Ed, but they're my best mates.
I'm in good hands.
I hope, because I can't let everything fall apart again.
It was bad and this time I don't have her to pick me back up.



[Rebecca's POV]
"Rebecca, are you sure you want to do this?" Simon asked with a pained look sliding over the contract slowly.
You see, we're back in London in his office. I'm signing off on the contract. I don't want to be connected to Harry Styles at all anymore. Nothing. Sip. Zilch.
"I'm positive." I glared taking the contract. I've got a great idea. I stood up and went right to the paper shredder.
"Becca, don't." Simon shouted standing up.
I placed the contract right in the shredder. "There, now it's gone. Done. Over."
"Rebecca, that was very childish." Simon scolded.
"Yeah, what I did was childish. At least I didn't take away my niece's dream." I huffed and grabbed my bag.
"Rebecca, are you ever going to forgive me?" He slumped done into his chair.
"Not right now." I said walking to the doors. "If you see the boys, tell them I said goodbye."
"Bec--" I cut him off by slamming the door.
I was pretty pissed. I don't know, I guess being in London makes me think of them and then everything comes rushing back. My mom talked to me before I left and said I shouldn't let this stop me from dancing. I hesitated awhile before telling her I wouldn't. So, once I got to my apartment, i'll change and go to the gym.
I got in a cab and told him my address. We drove for awhile. What really shook me was that i've never noticed that from the management building to my apartment we drive by the academy. I honestly felt like crying once I saw that building. I turned and laid my head on the window.
When we arrived, I paid him and got out. I looked at my watch to see if i'd even have time to go. 2:42. Yeah, i'll have time. I walked up my steps and unlocked my door. I arrived late last night. The first thing I did this morning was go straight to Simon's office. I needed to get that over with.
I went upstairs and got into some clothes I use for dance. I put my hair up (brown) as well. I then grabbed my duffel and made my way downstairs. I walked out of my apartment and started walking down the street to the gym. I really should have brought a jacket. It's freeeeeezzzzing. It doesn't get this way in Florida. Stupid girl.
I walked really fast to the gym, so i'd be able to get out of the cold. I fast-walked to the dance studio and opened the doors. Macey isn't here. She actually called me saying she'd be in Manchester till New Years with her family. I'm not going home for Christmas this year. I don't have enough money to go back. My mom and dad understand. I just feel bad though.
I placed down my duffel and set up my docking station. I decided to do a routine I learned years ago. It's different then what I do now, but it's what I started with. The song that goes with it is called Je Taime by Lara Fabian.
I press play and got into place.
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I started off good, but when I tried to lift my leg up and lean I ended up falling. I never fall in this. Sighing I get back up and start over.
This time around, I got it. I started feeling good about it. As I got to the half kick and then gracefully roll, I end up face planting the floor instead of rolling gracefully.
I hit the floor just to get right back up again. Maybe this song i've just haven't done in awhile, so it needs more practice. With that I decided to do a song i've recently done. Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson.
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I start it and began.
Only... I start the first move and then totally blank. What the hell? I totally forget the routine. What is happening? I justhad done this not too long ago. What is wrong with me?
Shaking my head I switch it to another song I know for sure. I mean, Lizzy makes me do it a million times every time I see her. Schoolin' Life by Beyonce.

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The music started to play, but I didn't move. I don't remember... how can I forget this dance? What's happening? Why can't I dance right?
Groaning I switch it to another song. Love on Top by Beyonce.

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The music starts, so do I. Hallelujah. I dance it perfectly except when I go to do the three steps backwards my right foot gives out and I end up on my butt on the floor. My ankle on the other hand goes a different way and snaps back. It didn't break, but it sure did hurt.
I think i'll stop. It's obvious i'm no good. What has happened to me? I never forget routines or anything.
I get up and don't put as much pressure on my right ankles just in case. I limp over to my duffel. I look at the time and it's 4:15. Wow... I shouldn't be leaving. I pack up and walk out. I walk out of the gym and limp home. I could cry right now, but I won't. It shows weakness. At my mothers house, yes that was weakness.
I make it home and my ankle feels a bit better. I unlock my door and walk in. I walk to the living room and place down my duffel and crash down onto the couch. I scream in frustration.
Why couldn't I do anything right?
Everything is falling apart. Everything.


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