Lonely Hearts Club
Over Again
Tapping his foot as he sat on the sofa, Harry was too jittery to be able to hold his mug of tea in his palms meaning he was forced to place it on the coffee table in front of him.
He had finally confessed his love for her, and she had rejected him, completely and utterly rejected him, acting like it never happened, like she didn't reciprocate the feelings, she goes on a date with another man. One minute she is caring for Harry, picking him up off the floor, sometimes literally, and the next she's ripping his heart out of his chest, and stomping on it as he watched. He didn't know who she was anymore. She barely opened up to him, all she did was break his heart over and over again, not seeming to give a flying fuck.
And that was the moment Harry forced something upon himself which he would later find out, cannot be forced, he stopped loving Bo Reynolds.
With a loud, impatient knocking at the door, it seemed this had all been times perfectly, finally reassuring himself what he had just done was the right thing to do, he walked confidently towards the door, swinging it open.
''Harry?'' The 'y' was drawn out for longer than necessary and before he could even take a look at the mystery girl, her arms were wrapped around his neck tightly and Harry began to worry that it was some crazed fan who had found out his address, and soon others would find out too. ''Erm who a-''
But before he could finish his sentence, the mystery girl stepped back , allowing Harry to look at her face.
His heart dropped, and his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
''F-Francesca? Is that you?''
''Yeah, it's me.'' She spoke in a 'well duh' tone.
Introducing, Francesca Winters. The girl who ruined Harry Styles.
''What are you doing here?''
''I came to see you H.'' His jaw tightened at the sound of the old nickname, a sound he could do without. ''We haven't spoken in ages.'' He coo'd, running her index finger up along his torso.
''There is a reason for that, Fran.'' He knew she hated that nickname, and watching her jaw tighten too, and her lips form a straight line, made it worth while.
''Oh c'mon Harry that was just a misundertanding. Can't we just start over?'' She smiled sweetly, as he held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, thinking.
''Just please leave me alone Francesca. I don't need this right now.'' He sighed heavily.
''Just let me in Harry, we can just chat, and then I'll be outta your way.''
''No.''
''Harry surely you should know me by now, I'm not gonna leave till I get my way.'' Francesca fluttered her eyelashes slightly.
And he knew that. If he just let her in for half an hour maybe she would stick to her promise and leave, leaving Harry in peace.
''Fine.'' He said bluntly gesturing towards the sofa., which she chose to ignore and head straight for the wooden cabinet, with photo frames on top.
''This your girlfriend?''
Harry turned away from the door, forgetting to close it, getting a better look at the picture Fran was holding in her manicured hands.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't looked at that picture for a while. The picture of him and Bo in London, at the London eye to be more specific. Before things got messy. When thing's were simple.
''No. No er that's my room mate. Bit of a bitch to be honest.'' Maybe you two would get on well. Harry thought, both like breaking my heart, you have common interests.
''If you really thought that you wouldn't be looking at her li-''
''Bit of a bitch huh Harry?'' A new voice joined the conversation from the doorway, although it was familiar. Bo's.
''Bo.'' He breathed turning around, his facial expression and entire demeener softened at the sight of her.
''Well this bitch is going to bed.''
''Hi I'm-'' Fran attempted to get Bo's attentionas she stormed past her on her way to her room.
''I don;t care who you are.''
And a mere three seconds later the ear deafening sound of her bedroom door slamming echoed throughout the house, leaving Fran and Harry in complete and utter silence.
''Just go Francesca.''
''Fine.''
And this time she listened, stopping as she reached the door and turning back.
''FBut we are far from done here. H.''
Far from done.
He had finally confessed his love for her, and she had rejected him, completely and utterly rejected him, acting like it never happened, like she didn't reciprocate the feelings, she goes on a date with another man. One minute she is caring for Harry, picking him up off the floor, sometimes literally, and the next she's ripping his heart out of his chest, and stomping on it as he watched. He didn't know who she was anymore. She barely opened up to him, all she did was break his heart over and over again, not seeming to give a flying fuck.
And that was the moment Harry forced something upon himself which he would later find out, cannot be forced, he stopped loving Bo Reynolds.
With a loud, impatient knocking at the door, it seemed this had all been times perfectly, finally reassuring himself what he had just done was the right thing to do, he walked confidently towards the door, swinging it open.
''Harry?'' The 'y' was drawn out for longer than necessary and before he could even take a look at the mystery girl, her arms were wrapped around his neck tightly and Harry began to worry that it was some crazed fan who had found out his address, and soon others would find out too. ''Erm who a-''
But before he could finish his sentence, the mystery girl stepped back , allowing Harry to look at her face.
His heart dropped, and his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
''F-Francesca? Is that you?''
''Yeah, it's me.'' She spoke in a 'well duh' tone.
Introducing, Francesca Winters. The girl who ruined Harry Styles.
''What are you doing here?''
''I came to see you H.'' His jaw tightened at the sound of the old nickname, a sound he could do without. ''We haven't spoken in ages.'' He coo'd, running her index finger up along his torso.
''There is a reason for that, Fran.'' He knew she hated that nickname, and watching her jaw tighten too, and her lips form a straight line, made it worth while.
''Oh c'mon Harry that was just a misundertanding. Can't we just start over?'' She smiled sweetly, as he held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, thinking.
''Just please leave me alone Francesca. I don't need this right now.'' He sighed heavily.
''Just let me in Harry, we can just chat, and then I'll be outta your way.''
''No.''
''Harry surely you should know me by now, I'm not gonna leave till I get my way.'' Francesca fluttered her eyelashes slightly.
And he knew that. If he just let her in for half an hour maybe she would stick to her promise and leave, leaving Harry in peace.
''Fine.'' He said bluntly gesturing towards the sofa., which she chose to ignore and head straight for the wooden cabinet, with photo frames on top.
''This your girlfriend?''
Harry turned away from the door, forgetting to close it, getting a better look at the picture Fran was holding in her manicured hands.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't looked at that picture for a while. The picture of him and Bo in London, at the London eye to be more specific. Before things got messy. When thing's were simple.
''No. No er that's my room mate. Bit of a bitch to be honest.'' Maybe you two would get on well. Harry thought, both like breaking my heart, you have common interests.
''If you really thought that you wouldn't be looking at her li-''
''Bit of a bitch huh Harry?'' A new voice joined the conversation from the doorway, although it was familiar. Bo's.
''Bo.'' He breathed turning around, his facial expression and entire demeener softened at the sight of her.
''Well this bitch is going to bed.''
''Hi I'm-'' Fran attempted to get Bo's attentionas she stormed past her on her way to her room.
''I don;t care who you are.''
And a mere three seconds later the ear deafening sound of her bedroom door slamming echoed throughout the house, leaving Fran and Harry in complete and utter silence.
''Just go Francesca.''
''Fine.''
And this time she listened, stopping as she reached the door and turning back.
''FBut we are far from done here. H.''
Far from done.
Notes
You will learn more about Tom and Bo's date in the next chapter!Sorry Vanessa Hudgens fans but she is gonna be the bitch in this story, well, Francesca is, you probably already guessed that, but to make it up to you...
HERE'S ANOTHER GIF!
I know, I'm too generous.
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~S.V
11/18/13