Why Am I The One
I wanna feel with the seasons.
I guess it makes sense.
'Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles,
And I just wanna stay in bed
and hold you like I used to.
You know that I am home.
So, darling, if you love me,
Would you let me know?
I watched as Scarlett reached for her phone and judging by the expression on her face, it was him. I hoped they didn’t get back together, and not just for selfish reasons. I didn’t know much about Xander, but I knew he didn’t deserve her.
Scarlett gave me an apologetic look before answering the phone and I frowned to myself, moving to the other side of the room to gather our discarded clothing. It was early afternoon, but we had a flight to LA in a few hours and the rest of her things were in her room down the hall.
Of course I eavesdropped onto her side of the conversation. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t being an asshole to her, and I wanted to be sure she wasn’t going to do something stupid, like take him back. This guy was no good for her and the sooner Scarlett realized this, the better.
“You accused me of cheating, Xander!” she yelled into the phone, catching my attention. I stopped what I was doing and stood up, taking a few steps closer to her and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she was not okay.
“No. How can I date someone who doesn’t trust me? I’m traveling with these boys, o course I’m going to grow close to them.” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being close to Scarlett. Figuratively, of course. We were pretty close physically, that’s for sure.
The more I watched Scarlett, the more I realized she was getting really worked up over this jackass and I felt bad for her. She definitely didn’t deserve to be treated like this, even if she had done something in the past. Xander wasn’t accusing her of doing anything with me in private, he saw photos of us having lunch and jumped to the wrong conclusions.
“I just…I don’t want this to be a constant issue for us,” she sighed and I furrowed my brows, confused. That wasn’t the statement from a girl who was sure she was leaving this jerk for good. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the two were reconciling.
I took a few steps closer to Scarlett, putting my hand on the small of her back, hopefully reminding her to stay strong. She was better off without this tosser, she had to know that. “I don’t think we can,” she said softly, tears filling her eyes.
I’ve never smiled at someone’s sadness before. It was an awkward feeling, I wanted to make her feel better but I was just so damn happy that she was breaking up with him. It was quite selfish of me, in a way, to behave like this, especially when I wasn’t making any plans to break up with Kendall.
Could I break up with Kendall? We never had ‘the talk’ we just went out on dates from time to time, though she seemed to be under the impression that we were dating. I never told her otherwise or corrected her when she put a label on us, so I guess that would make me her boyfriend. I guess.
“And that is exactly why I’ll never talk to you again,” Scarlett spoke, pulling me out of my thoughts. Whatever it was that he said to her just sealed their fate. As Scarlett hung up the phone, I was there immediately to comfort her. With my arms around her torso, I held onto her sobbing form, just letting her let it all out.
“What did he say?” I finally asked, noticing she was calming down a bit. Despite my internal joy for them being broken up, I did feel bad. I liked Scarlett, sure, but I didn’t want to see her this way. Watching her cry broke my heart.
Scarlett looked up at me and frowned, pulling away. For a moment, I thought I had offended her. “He said that I was giving up everything for some asshole that’s not going to care about me in a few weeks, and he hopes you break my heart.” My jaw locked, feeling nothing but anger towards this guy. I can understand that he was hurt, but where does he get off talking to someone like that?
“Well luckily for you, Scar, I’m not in the business of breaking hearts,” I told her, pressing my lips to her forehead. That seemed to relax her a bit, thankfully, and I let go, allowing her to finish getting dressed.
The next few weeks flew by and before I knew it, the lads and I were going our separate ways. We had arranged a deal with management, giving us a few weeks off before we kick off our tour. Everyone got to go home and do whatever they wanted and we would all meet up again around my birthday, that was the plan.
The only thing I couldn’t imagine was not having Scarlett around. I had only known her for a few weeks, sure, but spending every day with her for the past few weeks made quite an impact on me.
“I’m just excited that I get you all to myself!” Kendall gushed. I had decided I would stay in LA, and while the rest of the boys packed to go home, I was on the hunt for an apartment I could rent for a few weeks. Kendall insisted I stay with her – not going to happen. We weren’t that serious. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of living with her for two months.
Ignoring her comment, I paused my search, wondering how I could convince Scarlett to stay here with me. Pulling out my phone, I shot her a quick text, asking her to meet me in the hall.
“You’ll have to excuse me, quick business meeting,” I said, getting up and leaving before Kendall could protest. I wasn’t sure if Scarlett would go for the idea, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask her.
Just as I was closing the door behind me, Scarlett was slipping out of her own room, a puzzled look on her face. “What’s this about, Harry? I’ve been packing,” she said, her arms folded over her chest. Of course she was. If it was one thing Scar hated it was being thrown off schedule.
I didn’t want her going back to New York. She had quickly become one of my closest friends and the thought of being without her made my head spin.
There was also the little detail of Xander being in New York and as selfish of me as it was, I didn’t want them getting back together.
“Stay here, with me?” I asked, brushing my curls back. If it was possible for Scarlett to be more confused than she was before, I was finding out now. “I…Harry I can’t afford to live in LA,” she said.
It wasn’t a no.
“You wouldn’t have to. I was going to get a small flat, rent it out for a few months, you wouldn’t have to pay for a thing,” I explained. I has hoped I was making my case. “You’d still um, be styling me and stuff. I could continue to pay you.”
Way to sound desperate. Paying Scarlett to be my friend.
“Harry, you don’t have to pay me,” she finally said, reaching for my hand. Scarlett seemed to be thinking things over in that little head of hers and her look of confusion quickly turned into a grin. “I’ll stay. I mean, aside from my family, I don’t have much to do for the next few weeks, and I get to be in LA, networking ad such.”
Before she could even finish, I was picking Scarlett up and spinning her in circles, I couldn’t believe she agreed. It wasn’t like her to be so spontaneous, but I wasn’t going to question it. I was just glad I didn’t have to go months without her.
“Is Kendall, you know, okay with us living together?” she finally said, bringing me back down to earth. I didn’t mention it to her, no, but it’s my life.
“I don’t care,” I smirked, kissing her forehead lightly. I didn’t. If Kendall had a problem with it, she could deal.
“So, you’re telling me I should stop packing?” she mused, her eyes twinkling in delight. Goddamn, Scarlett was so fucking adorable. I ruffled her hair and pulled away, needing to find us a place, and fast.
“Well you should still pack. I’m hoping to get this finalized by tomorrow at the very latest.” The sooner she let me get back to my room, the sooner we would be out of this hotel and living the life. Scarlett squealed and ran back to her room, and I shook my head at her, left to go break the news to Kendall in mine.
“Business, huh?” she asked, sitting in my seat, on my laptop. I folded my arms over my chest and leaned against the door, waiting for her to blow up.
“I found you an apartment, it’s within walking distance to me, so we can see each other every day!” Kendall added. I had driven her home once, I didn’t want to live that far away from everything. I wanted to be in the heart of the city, feel like a real Californian. And I didn’t want to see Kendall every day.
“Scarlett is living with me,” I blurted out. Smooth, Styles. I could see Kendall go from ecstatic to angered in less than two seconds. Shutting my laptop, Kendall stood up and made a beeline for me.
I quickly sidestepped her and took a seat on my bed, not wanting to be on the receiving end of whatever it was that she had coming. “She’s my stylist and she’ll continue to be, even when we’re off. It was either have her live with me or pay for her to stay somewhere else.” I didn’t have to explain myself, I shouldn’t have had to explain myself, but I was too nice.
“She wants to have sex with you, Harry! I don’t trust her enough as is and you’re going to move in with her?” Kendall shouted. I rolled my eyes. If Scarlett wanted to have sex with me, she would’ve tried long ago.
“She doesn’t, and even If she did, I don’t think she’d be into the idea of raping me. I am quite capable of saying no, you know. This isn’t up for discussion, Kendall. I wasn’t asking for your permission, I was merely informing you so that it didn’t come as a surprise. So if you’ll excuse me.” I stood up and walked back towards the desk, logging back in to the real estate page.
Kendall knew there was no arguing with me. I had made up my mind and there was nothing she could do about it. All I knew was that I couldn’t wait until Scarlett and I were living together.
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