He's Not Worth It

Harry was leaving. He had a trip planned to go to Hawaii with his friends for longer than he and Maggie had been dating. And the time had finally come and Maggie was dreading it. She didn’t want him to leave her, even if it was only for two weeks. It was two weeks too long. Harry offered to buy her a ticket so she could go with him, but even though she wanted to go so badly, her school schedule wouldn’t allow it. There would be no way she could skip out on two weeks of school and expect her grades not to slip even more than they already had. She needed to focus, so she could get back up to her 4.0 gpa.

Along with his friends, Harry’s sister was also going with him on the trip and Maggie was more than a little excited for her to fly into California before the trip. Maggie was thrilled that she would get to spend a little time with someone from Harry’s family – especially someone he was so close to. Gemma was his best friend.

The moment Harry and Maggie picked Gemma up from the airport, Maggie knew she would love the older Styles sibling. She was beautiful and sophisticated and, like Harry, she was a genuinely nice person. Gemma threw her arms around Maggie as soon as Harry introduced the two of them.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Maggie. I feel like I already know you. My brother doesn’t stop talking about you, ever,” Gemma said, pulling back from their hug.

“Harry gushes about you all the time too,” Maggie told her honestly. He loved his older sister and looked up to her so much.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough,” Harry told the two of them.

“Are we embarrassing you?” Maggie said, smiling over at Harry.

“A little,” he said, smirking at her.

“Oh, Harry,” Gemma snickered, poking at his ever-present dimple.

Maggie insisted that Gemma sit in the front seat of Harry’s Range Rover as they drove home from the airport, but that didn’t keep Gemma from turning in the seat to face Maggie so the two could talk incessantly about Harry.

“Would you like me to pull over so you can just sit back there with her?” Harry asked his sister sarcastically.

“I’m good. Carry on,” Gemma said, beaming a smile at her baby brother before turning back to Maggie.

“So, seriously. When did you two start dating? It’s been so long since I’ve gotten on with one of Harry’s girlfriends,” Gemma asked Maggie.

“You didn’t get along with Kendall?” Maggie asked, her heart sputtering a little in her chest. It made her feel validated to hear that someone else didn’t like Kendall too.

“Oh, no,” Gemma said dramatically.

“Gem, you didn’t even give her a chance,” Harry said and Maggie caught his eye roll through the rear view mirror.

“She shouldn’t even be famous, Harry,” Gemma said passionately and Maggie couldn’t help but snicker to herself.

“Oh, here we go,” Harry groaned.

“She’s only bloody famous because her sister made a sex tape!” Gemma shot at him.

“Right!?” Maggie erupted. She never let herself speak about Kendall in front of Harry out of respect, but she had a lot of thoughts about her and she found she was unable to hold them back when there was someone else making such valid points.

“She’s been piggy-backing her fame off of her overrated sister her whole life,” Gemma continued.

Harry’s eyes caught Maggie’s through the rear view mirror and Maggie bit back her smile. She didn’t want to upset Harry.

“Okay, enough,” Harry told his sister.

“It’s bloody ridiculous. You have to admit that, don’t you, Harry?” Gemma addressed him.

“I don’t have to admit anything,” Harry told her.

“You don’t see me trying to get fortune and fame because my brother is a world famous singer,” Gemma added. Maggie snickered again. It was amusing to watch them bicker.

“Gem,” Harry snapped.

“Seriously,” Gemma pressed. Harry let out a laugh.

“Anyway,” Gemma said, focusing back on Maggie as the two exchanged a knowing smile.

“I’m honestly glad to see my brother actually does have good taste in women,” Gemma said, sending Maggie another smile.

“Thank you,” Maggie said, smiling bashfully back at her.

“So, you’re neighbors?” Gemma asked Maggie.

“Yep. We live right next door to one another,” Maggie told her.

“The girl next door,” Gemma cooed at Harry, which made him chuckle.

“Adorable,” Gemma told the two of them.

The three of them grabbed some take-out before finally arriving at Harry and Maggie’s building. Harry brought Gemma’s luggage into his house as the two girls continued to talk to one another.

After they ate their food, Gemma suggested the three of them do something that even so she could continue to get to know Maggie before they left in the morning for Hawaii.

“So, what should we do tonight?” Maggie asked the two Styles siblings.

“I don’t know. I was kind of hoping to go out. Where’s somewhere good to go?” Gemma asked.

In an instant Harry and Maggie gave each other a look before both smiling at one another, thinking back to a night not too long ago when they spent an evening together at a bar.

“What?” Gemma asked, looking between them.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Harry asked Maggie, quirking his eyebrow.

“I don’t know. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Maggie asked with a wide smile.

“You two are sickening adorable. Stop it,” Gemma said, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Hoolihan’s?” Harry asked Maggie, unable to keep the smile off his face.

“Hoolihan’s,” Maggie confirmed with a nod of her head.

“Well, alright then. Shall we?” Gemma asked, letting out a little laugh.

The three of them readied to go to the bar and walked the six blocks to the tiny little hole-in-the-wall bar where Harry and Maggie shared some very fond memories together.

“So, what’s so special about this place?” Gemma asked them and Harry and Maggie couldn’t help but look at one another with fond smiles on their faces.

“What?” Gemma asked impatiently, staring at the two of them.

“It’s just a good bar. Drink your beer,” Harry told her as he took a swig of his own drink. Maggie let out a laugh and took a drink too.

Two hours, six shots and three beers later for each of them, Gemma and Maggie were scrolling through the jukebox together, giggling and being silly.

“Oh my god!” Gemma yelped excitedly.

“What?” Maggie asked, leaning against the music machine.

“They have One Direction. I can’t believe it. This bar is bloody tiny and they have One Direction on their jukebox,” Gemma gushed.

“I know,” Maggie smiled fondly. She definitely knew first hand.

“G-7,” Gemma said, punching the buttons to put one of 1D’s songs into their playlist.

“I’m so excited,” Gemma said, clapping her hands together. Maggie couldn’t help but giggle. It was cute how much Gemma and Harry loved and supported each other.

“Were you a One Direction fan before you met Harry?” Gemma asked Maggie seriously.

“Actually no,” Maggie told her.

“I love you even more now,” Gemma giggled.

“Why?” Maggie laughed.

“Cause you’re not a gold digger,” Gemma snickered.

“Oh, I am,” Maggie said jokingly and the two girls laughed out loud together.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked as he walked up to his sister and his girlfriend.

“Maggie was just telling me how excited she was to be dating you for your money,” Gemma giggled. Maggie laughed out loud, drunkly.

“Oh, yeah?” Harry laughed, heightening his eyebrows at Maggie as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Yes. What are you worth? One mil? Two mil?” Maggie joked, causing Gemma to almost choke on the sip of beer she just took.

“You girls are insane,” Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Harry’s worth a lot more than two million,” Gemma chimed in.

“Jeez,” Maggie said, thinking two million sounded like more money than one person would ever need.

“Try fifty million,” Gemma said, taking another sip of her beer. Maggie was dumbfounded. Fifty million dollars? Holy shit.

“A bit more than that, but that’s neither here nor there,” Harry corrected his sister.

“Oh my god,” Maggie gasped, taking a step back to really get a good look at him. He was way out of her league and she knew it.

“What?” Harry said with a light uncomfortable chuckle, looking over at Maggie.

“I…I’m speechless right now,” Maggie told him.

“Money doesn’t mean anything,” Harry scoffed.

“Says the multi-millionaire,” Gemma snickered.

“Wow. Uh, anyway…” Maggie said, trying to shake off the fact that there was yet another thing she and Harry didn’t have in common. She knew he had money, obviously. But for fucks sake, fifty million plus?

“Maggie,” Harry pressed, putting his arm around her waist again.

“What’s the matter?” He whispered in her ear.

“Nothing. Nothing,” she said, looking over at him, trying to act normal.

“It doesn’t matter,” Harry told her.

“I know, Harry. I know,” Maggie told him, giving him her best smile.

“Good,” he said, smiling at her before kissing her lips sweetly.

“Aww, you two,” Gemma gushed watching the two of them.

A moment later the opening bars of Drag Me Down filled the small bar and Gemma let out a loud whoop. Harry and Maggie couldn’t help but laugh.

“C’mon, Mags. Dance with me!” Gemma yelped, grabbing her hand to pull her out on the small dance floor. Harry watched the two of them dance for a few moments before Maggie grabbed his hand and pulled him out there with them.

“I’m having flashbacks,” Harry said, looking over at Maggie with a smirk.

“Mm-hmm. Such a good night,” Maggie giggled.

“What night?” Gemma asked curiously. Harry quirked his eyebrow at Maggie as the next song on the jukebox started to play. Maggie giggled at him as the two of them stared at each other.

“I’m not a fan of inside jokes unless I’m on the inside,” Gemma said firmly with her hands on her hips.

“It was the night—” Maggie began.

“Maggie May!” Harry snipped and Maggie’s eyes shot up to his jovial ones. His eyes were telling her to keep her mouth shut, but Maggie couldn’t help herself.

“Oh, your sister knows you have sex!” Maggie said drunkly and Gemma let out a snort.

“And now so does the whole pub,” Harry said, smirking at Maggie.

“It was the first night we slept together,” Maggie said, telling Gemma in a low voice.

“Oh, little brother,” Gemma teased, squeezing Harry’s cheek playfully.

“Quit it,” Harry said, swatting her hand away, but he had a smile on his face so both girls knew he wasn’t upset.

“Harry seduced me,” Maggie giggled and Gemma let out a ‘tsk’ in her brother’s direction.

“Maggie fucking May!” Harry said, his jaw dropping as he stared at her. Maggie let out a loud laugh and couldn’t help the subsequent giggles.

“Harry fucking Styles!” Gemma scolded him playfully.

“I did not seduce you. As I remember it, it was quite the other way around,” Harry said, staring dumbfounded at his girlfriend.

“What!?” Maggie yelped, looking at him incredulously, yet playful.

“Yes!” Harry said with his hands on his hips.

“You’re delusional, Styles!” Maggie told him.

“You two are absolutely adorable,” Gemma said, smiling at the pair of them.

“I’m delusional?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Yes! You are!” Maggie laughed.

“As I recall—” Harry began to explain.

“No! As I recall, you were the one who was all ‘I wonder if you’re anything like the Maggie May in the song’,” Maggie said, doing a horrible impression of Harry – British accent and all, which caused Gemma to laugh out loud.

“That sounds nothing like me,” Harry said with a smirk.

“I’m not familiar. What is the Maggie May like in the song?” Gemma asked curiously.

“Go ahead, Harry. Tell her the lyrics you sang to me that night when you seduced me,” Maggie challenged, sending him a smug smirk. Harry narrowed his eyes and smiled at her.

“Harry?” Gemma asked, smiling at her baby brother.

“’You turned into a lover and mother, what a lover. You wore me out,’” Harry said flatly, refraining from singing it, but never taking his eyes off of Maggie.

“Wow,” Gemma said, staring at her brother while Harry and Maggie stared at each other.

“See,” Maggie said.

“I’m going to have to side with Maggie on this one, little brother,” Gemma told him.

“Ha!” Maggie yelped, pointing her finger at Harry before she bounced up and down, only then breaking their intense stare. Harry just smirked and shook his head lightly.

“I’d do it all over again,” Harry told her confidently.

“Oh my god. Harry!” Gemma laughed.

Maggie giggled and leaned in to kiss Harry lightly on the lips, but Harry had other plans as he pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

“You’re making me want a boyfriend,” Gemma whined as the two of them finally pulled away from each other.

Maggie could see the seductive look Harry was giving her and it made a jolt of excitement skate up her spine. But both of them knew this night would not end with the two of them fucking each other’s brains out. Not when they had company.

Instead, their night ended up with the three of them drunkly passed out in Harry’s bed together and in the morning they nearly missed the alarm to wake them up. Harry and Gemma ended up rushing around trying to get ready before their airport transportation was scheduled to get there to pick them up. Maggie quickly made them some breakfast to scarf down before they left.

When the airport shuttle finally came to get them, Maggie felt nothing but absolute dread and sadness.

“I wish you were coming, love,” Harry told Maggie as he held her in his arms in the courtyard.

“I wish I could,” Maggie said, feeling the sadness wrap tightly around her heart, knowing she wouldn’t see Harry for almost two weeks.

“I’ll be back in no time. I promise. You won’t even miss me,” Harry said, taking her face in his hands.

“That’s the problem – I will,” she told him.

“You’ll have Hemingway to keep you company,” he said with a smile.

“He doesn’t cuddle as well,” she said, managing to make a joke through the tears and Harry laughed.

“You’re my girl and I am coming back to you in two weeks,” he told her.

“Have fun and come back in one piece,” she told him.

“I will. Take care of my little lad,” he said, nodding toward Hemmy playing in the yard.

“I always do. Now go. They’re all waiting for you,” she told him as she nodded toward the shuttle that was packed full of his friends.

“Okay,” Harry said, kissing her one more time before he turned to go.

He gave her one last wave before the shuttle door shut and it pulled away from the curb and she was left alone.

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