#27 The Last Stick Standing Part 2 (Harry Styles)

#27 The Last Stick Standing Part 2 (Harry Styles)

LAST WEEK HERE!

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(It’s quite long so, I hope you like the story!)

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PART 1

Maybe, time has a way of healing things. Maybe it is like a balm on a wound, and slowly it helps heal the cut. Slowly stop the blood from flowing, slowly start making a net to stop it. And, my life was like a sharp nail, that kept scratching at the wound till the blood started flowing again. I wanted to stop now. I couldn’t get myself to jump off the cliff. I couldn’t, and I wanted a fresh start now. So, I cut all my nails. It was time to start fixing myself before I blamed myself. It was time to redo. 

More time was spent by me. For the first time, in a long time, I didn’t look for the company that always wanted to surround myself. I grew up with the idea that having a group of people around you led to happiness, and Matthew had it. I just didn’t fit in that group. I visited the library, reading the self-help books which helped me a lot. Just to find peace at times, and for the time to go away. It hurt initially, I wanted what my brother had, what people around me had, but maybe I wasn’t meant for it. And that was okay. I didn’t have to conform according to the world around me, I could form a new path. 

It was difficult in the start. Keeping to myself, not crying, but it had been better lately. I was feeling better. I was taking care of myself now. I liked my body, my hair, my eyes, I was falling in love with myself for a start. Figured that was wrong, I had this need to always hold on to people to validate myself, first Matthew, then Harry. I had myself now, and it felt wonderful. I was laughing more. I was happy. I had a few people who I talked to in class, or some were library specific. Some were from the coffee shop I went to, but I kept a distance. Not till I was ready would I let them close, and I wasn’t ready yet. 

I didn’t go back home in the summer. I got myself an internship instead, and they paid me quite well. My parents weren’t pleased, but it was Matthew was upset. 

“You don’t have to work to run away from me,” He slammed his hand on the door. 

“I’m not running away from you or anyone for that matter,” I smiled. I smiled at him lately. No, I didn’t talk to him. It wasn’t healthy at first, I knew. But no one treated their family like that. And, I didn’t have to give respect when I didn’t receive any in return. He chose his girlfriend, his friends repeatedly over me. When I was treated like shit, he said nothing and, then expecting me to be all love and care, when we are alone was some shit. 

“Yes, you fucking are! I know you! You just want to ignore me like a punishment,” I rolled my eyes, “Like some revenge, and then blame all your shit on me in front of Mom and Dad like you always do!” He screamed and, I dropped my stuff I was holding in my hands. 

“Is that it then? You don’t want to be blamed for me not coming back home?” I folded my hands. 

“That’s not what I meant,” He tried to correct himself, but I knew better. 

“Well that’s shit, but don’t worry. I didn’t tell mum and dad anything about us. I want to work, and therefore I am. Not everything in this world is about you, you know.” I folded my arms,  “And, as far as my dealing with my shit goes, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.” 

“Giselle…” He came forward, and I stepped back. “You’re my sister, my twin…”

“You’ve lost all your rights to call me that. It shouldn’t matter to you. It isn’t going to make any difference to your life,” I got back to my work. “You should be glad I’m not coming back with you. The perfect child can be with his perfect parents who love him all alone!” 

“You don’t mean that,” He shook his head. 

“Why because it hurts you? Because it is finally being stated? You are the perfect child, the perfect little boy they wanted to have while I just came along with the package. Don’t tell me you haven’t felt me being treated like that, oh wait, you won’t know! Because you spent all your time gloating about how you got the better! It’s so in your face in everything. For people outside, we must be a family that provides equal chances to everyone, but we know it’s not. So, why don’t we accept it and move on. I will not live in this illusion that my parents love me like they love my brother, and then live in this complex my entire fucking life!” I yelled. 

“Gissy…” He tried to hold my hand. 

“You couldn’t even be there for your sister when she was actually in grave danger. What sort of a family is this? Did I tell you, I don’t get a call from mom, every Saturday. I call her, while she calls you! Thank fucking god, I got a scholarship for this place, or they wouldn’t have even sent me here while you weren’t even pressured to get one! Where were you during all this, Matthew? You don’t have the right to call yourself a brother. Go to your fucking girlfriend and family!” I screamed, it all came out. I couldn’t control it. There was so much that was never said, so much hidden, I couldn’t let it all out, no, this wasn’t right. “Get out!” 

Was he going to cry? He ran out before that, and I couldn’t help myself from following him. I didn’t see him, but I saw Harry standing in the hallway. He looked at me with shocked eyes, “What? Enjoying the show?” I slammed the door before he could answer. 

The good thing was that I saw none of them during the summer. It was a relief and a good escape. My internship was hectic but brilliant, and I earned quite a bit while my spending wasn’t much. It was good for me, mentally and emotionally. After I didn’t call mom for two weeks, she finally did. She screamed at me for not calling and about how worried she was, but couldn’t say much after I told her that she didn’t hear from me for two weeks, and dad didn’t send the money so, there wasn’t much worrying happening. The ‘enjoy with your son’ was another thing that stopped her. All my life I was treated like the second best. Like I wasn’t important, made to feel that way, if I wanted to stop pretending and get over this competition and want for attention, I had to start afresh. 

Today, I was soaking in the sun. My body was toned now by all the running and workouts I put in every day. My hair was longer, and I for the first time in a long time, felt happy in myself. I had made a few friends as well, and was hanging out with them when I saw him. 

He was tanned now, and I could see the muscles that developed over the summer. His eyes widened as they took me in, I did look different. 

“Hey Gissy, let’s go get those pancakes now. I’m sure they’re ready!” I offered Nick my hands, and he pulled me up. I felt his eyes follow me as I got up and walked to the stall. 

“Giselle,” I turned around knowing it was his voice. I smiled, “You look different.” 

“I grew my hair,” I nodded. “This is Nick,” I introduced my friend, and they greeted each other. 

“I’ll meet you there,” Nick nodded and I turned to Harry. 

“So, how was summer?” I asked. 

“Fine, yeah how was yours?” He asked. 

“Quite lovely, hectic but lovely,” I nodded, “So, I’ll see you around, yeah…”

He held my arm, “Where were you?” 

“What?” I asked. 

“You didn’t come back home. Why? I know you were mad at him, but he is your brother,” He frowned. “And, being as righteous as you claim you are, I expected you to be there.” 

“What are you talking about?” I frowned.

“Wait, you don’t know?” his eyes in shock. “Matthew, he met with an accident…how do you not know?” 

“What? How? When?” I took out my phone to see if I missed any call or message. I had nothing. 

“A week ago, he is bad, Giselle.” 

“I wasn’t…I didn’t…fuck!” 

“If you’d like, I’ll be leaving to see him in about an hour, I can give you a ride,” He said, and I nodded wiping my tears. He was my brother after all, and I couldn’t believe mom hadn’t mentioned anything! Not much could be expected out of them, though. 

Rushing back to my room, I packed my things and met Harry outside. It was a four-hour ride back home, and I couldn’t wait. “You know, that night when I had asked you out…” 

“I really don’t want to talk about this, Harry.” 

“Fuck! Why? Why can’t you give somebody else a chance to explain themselves! You did the same with Matthew when he constantly tried to reach out to you. He can’t help being who he is, but I have seen him fight every person who said shit about you. But he couldn’t always protect you! I don’t know what you guys had while growing up, but I know he genuinely does love you and care about you! Fuck, I saw him howling in the car after you slammed the door that night!” He yelled. 

“That night, I called him up to pick me up, the night you left me, remember? He switched off his phone to have sex with his girlfriend and came knocking at the door three hours later…” 

“He wasn’t having sex with his girlfriend, by the way,” Harry cut me off. “She had taken his phone, and thrown it across the room. When he went to fix it, it was broken. He then went to replace the model so, he could contact you. Meanwhile, that bitch hid his keys, and then after arguing for a long time, she finally gave it. He looked for you the entire night, I looked for you with him because for some reason he thought you weren’t safe. We finally gave up and reached your dorm where you were, thank god!” 

This was a perspective that I didn’t know. All this while, I thought he had left me alone, but he hadn’t. I had misjudged the situation so bad. 

“And as for me, if you’d let be explain myself,” He waited for me to interrupt. I didn’t. “I really liked as you as well. I still do for fucking’s sake, knowing how impulsive you are, and such a pessimist! I told you I was caught up with Ally and the gang. They had my book in their hand. Fucking never using a typewriter again in my life! And, all my books as well. They threatened to burn it, they actually did burn a few chapters to prove a point. Ross had my things which he was so ready to pour oil on and burn. Earlier, the plan was to mess around with you, and I thought fine. I will go with it, and then tell you everything they did so, you’ll understand and we’ll have our date!” 

I looked at him, wanting to know more, “But, it didn’t happen that way. Then, she didn’t stop the car when we went forward. Drove all the way to the pub and took me and kept me the entire time until Matthew came to look for you. He beat Joss up and, I handled Tyler and we rushed outta there.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked, now crying. 

“I was so guilty for the longest time, Giselle. Knowing what had happened, knowing how you weren’t talking to Matthew, knowing I could lose you forever with one wrong word because you weren’t listening to anyone,, I just couldn’t do it. I loved you and I was so guilty. On your birthday when you went back home, I planned to tell you everything. But you were so broken, I didn’t know what to say to fix it. And then, you thought I liked Ally and hated you and, I was so guilty Gissy,” Harry shook his head. 

“Thought time would give me a chance, and when I built up the courage to tell you, you threw Matthew out, slammed the door, I couldn’t reach you with the wall you’d created.”

“Oh god, this is such a mess,” I cried into my palms. 

“It is,” he said. 

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We reached the hospital in my town and I rushed to reception. Asking for his room, I ran up the staircase and Harry followed me. I reached the room and stopped when I saw our parents outside. 

“Giselle, what are you doing here?” Mom asked me. Dad looking at mom accusingly. 

“How could you not tell me?” I asked them. 

“You were working, Giselle. We thought better not to distract you!” Dad cut mom. 

“Bullshit! She knew I finished work last week!” I yelled. 

“Do not raise your voice at us, young lady!” Mom spoke in the voice she used whenever she wanted to make me disappear. 

“Then stop coming between me and my brother!” I told her. “If you want me out of the family, say it to my face instead of creating a divide between us!” 

“Giselle!” She yelled. 

“Enough mother. I have had enough,” I said, pushing his door open. Walking inside I saw the doctor giving an injection to Matthew. Matthew oh god, his hand and his left leg was broken, he had bruises on his face. His upper body was covered in bandages, his head was hurt. I wanted to cry. 

“Gissy, hey…” he tried to smile. I stood away from his bed. “Please come here.” 

I wiped my tears and slowly walked to him, sitting on his bed. The doctor gave his last pain killer and left. “What have you done to yourself? You didn’t have to get so bad to get my attention.” 

He laughed and then grimaced in pain, “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

His left hand which was better pulled me closer, and he kissed my cheek, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” I said, crying into his neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I thought you hated me, I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, you’re my twin. We’re basically the same. I could never hate you in my life! I’m sorry for not noticing the differentiation earlier. I’m such an idiot, but you should have mentioned this before and not hid it from me.” 

“It was what I was taught,” I shrugged. “Does this hurt?” I asked, touching his ribs. 

“I broke two,” he whined. “You’ll have to take care of me now. I can’t live in this town anymore!” 

“The jailers should let you go,” I laughed. 

“I think we should shift into that apartment you saw. It seems like the perfect opportunity!” 

After talking a bit more with my brother, Harry came in and they talked for a while before he slept from the pain killers. Dad walked with me outside leaving mother behind. “Your mother loves you too,” he said. 

“But loves Matthew more. You do too. It is not exactly hidden,” I said. 

“It’s not like that, Giselle. You are as precious to us and Matthew. Yes, we have been harder on you, but that’s because your mother faced a lot of problems being a woman and, she wanted to prepare you for that. Yes, maybe a son is seen as more important, but we don’t want to lose you for it.” He said. Maybe some wounds take time to fill, but slowly with time, everything becomes alright and I could only hope for this to become better.

“So, you like me?” I ask, handing Harry a coffee. 

“Pretty much,” He said, taking some time. “You know, there is a very good restaurant down the road.”

“Hmm, I grew up here,” I said, sarcastically. 

“I’d like you to take me on a date there then. Right now would be nice. I’m starving,” Harry said, standing up. 

“You’re driving me. To cancel all the chances of a repeat, you know!” I laughed. 

“Shut up!” He said, pulling me as we walked towards the car. 

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#3 - Ask Me Out

#4 - Stuck With Me (M)

#5 - Love Differences (M)

#6 - Old Friends Part 2 Part 3 (M)

#7 - Hello , Hello Part 2 (Not connected to the first part)

#8 - A Little Too Much, Part 2 (M)

#9 - Not Interested, A Little Interested Maybe Interested, Only Interested, Finally Interested (M)

#10 - Scrapbook Love Affairs

#11 - The Mansion Politics,  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,(M)

#12 - Perfection (M)

#13 - Days In Count (M)

#14 - BLURBS - It’s Out; Break My Heart,

#15 - Missing, Part 2

#16 - Dancing Figures

#17 - The Blind Charm

#18 -  Charlotte’s Letters - Chapter 1      

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#19 - You’re My Pain

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#26 - Why Not Me?, Part 2, Part 3 (M)

#27 - The Last Stick Standing

#28 - Why I Believe One Direction Will Come Back

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#31 - The Outside Scene (M)

#32 - The Unsaid Arrangement

#33 - My Bastard

#34 - The Portrayal, Part 2

#35 - Curse Of Being Perfect, Part 2

#36 - The First Priority

#37 - The Time Loop, Part 2, Part 3

#38 - She’s Mine

#39 - The New Role In His Life

#40 - Summer of 2017

#41 - My Ghost’s Ring

#42 – Not Worth It, Part 2

#43 – The Gang Leader

#44 – The Interview With Harry Styles

#45 – Three Days To Love, Part 2

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#47 – The Interior Designer, Part 2

#48 - The Age Gap, Part 2

#49 - Cactus Messages

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#47 The Interior Designer Part 2 (Harry Styles)

always wanted a The Interior Designer part 2

Part 2 for the interior designer pls?

Will there be a “The interior designer” part 2? Please make one, loved the first part and now i just want more 😍 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE PART 2 to the interior designer 👩‍🎨🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Please write a part 2 for the interior designer. I really loved it.  

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PART 1  

“I want all of the boxes delivered today. I don’t care about the delay. I want it now.” I heard him scream as I walked out of the little studio I owned as my office, now. He immediately kept his phone down. “Vic, I need to talk to you!” He came and held my arms. “Don’t do this. Five years with me. C’mon, don’t throw it away.” 

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come see me.” I shrugged out of his hands. 

“On a text message. A fucking text message, Victoria!” He yelled and then, got his voice in control. “You can’t end a five-year relationship on a text message.”

“Oh, but you can obviously cheat on your girlfriend of five years. I’m glad we are talking though. I think this is the most we have over, I can’t even remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, it has been a week since that, and I see you finally got time to mend whatever you think this is…” 

“I was working,” He started. 

“No, you were fucking a girl you’ve been seeing for five months now.” 

His eyes widened, he was shocked. I hadn’t mentioned anything about knowing in the text, “You know?”

“Not about all of your affairs, but this one I do,” I told him. It still hurt. 

“Madam, Mr Styles is waiting for you downstairs,” My assistant came through the door. 

“Harry Styles? What are you doing with him?” He shouted as I collected my things from the desk. “Answer me, Victoria,” I sighed. He really thought I was his doll. “Fucking answer me! Are you fucking him now? Huh?” He screamed

“He is my fucking client, you fucking asshole. Get lost, and don’t ever come back here,” I yelled and walked off before I cried in front of him. 

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“So, these are the three models you selected for the fridges,” I have him the booklet. “All of ‘em are available so, you just have to select one. Also, they stopped selling the model for the oven in your mum’s house, but this one is pretty close so, tell me if we should book it.”

“I like this one, you will merge it with the cupboards right?” Harry asked. 

“Yes, and we have the buyers ready for the old ones so, if you finalise the oven, we can get it delivered tomorrow.” 

“How are you holding up?” He asked suddenly. I came to work the very next day. It was extremely unprofessional to discuss my personal life and scream at HArry for my ruined relationship. This contract meant everything to me and, I didn’t want to risk it. 

“We rather not discuss my personal life, Harry,” I smiled. 

“I know, he was at your office today when I came to pick you up,” He said. “And, client and all, I know. I’m also your friend. I’m here for you,” He kept one hand on mine. 

“Thank you, I will be fine…really!” I told him. “Let’s move to the curtains. You’ve been postponing this since forever.”

“I can’t decide ‘em. These are the sheer ones?” He whined, opening the shade book. “Where are the heavy ones?” I handed him the other booklet. 

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The house was finished. I had finally set up his photo wall, and that was the last thing left to do. He was hosting a party tonight to celebrate it as well. “Hey, wow,” He stopped looking at the wall. 

“Are you happy?” I asked. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much! This feels like home now,” He sighed. “Oh, here is the final cheque,” he said giving me the envelope. 

“Thank you so much,” I thanked the lord for my first payment alone. “So, this is it!” 

“It’s been an incredible journey! And now, you have your first showcase tonight. Lot more clients to come!” he cheered. 

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity and believing I could do it.”

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The party went in full swing, and I couldn’t believe the amount of appreciation I got for his house. I felt blessed and so lucky. Harry introduced me to different people, I’d never met before but should have since they knew my ex-boyfriend. He didn’t contact me after that day, and I was getting over him. It didn’t hurt now, and I was fine. 

“Ria, I didn’t invite him. I promise. But, I can’t throw him out either. It’ll be a controversy,” Harry whispered in my ear, as I saw my Ex move towards us. Harry’s hands were on my waist, and I saw his eyes focus there before he brought them up to scan me. I hated him. That was the only feeling in my heart. “Hey, man. How are you?” Harry greeted him like a kind host. 

They talked, and he looked at me, “Great work, Vic.” He said like he didn’t expect it. “You could design our house like this as well. I would’ve known your potential as well.” 

I hated dated this guy for five years for him to say this. “I think, it was Harry’s encouragement and support that I brought my true potential out - which obviously, ‘our’ house never had.” 

“When she gets on your nerves, and you’re bored of fucking her, we’ll talk-” He told Harry, ignoring me as my face reduced with his comment. 

“Oh no, I think it’s just you who has to fuck his way through to get work. She just did it with her talent,” Harry gave his classic smile and then, stare. My Ex rolled his eyes and walked off. “Are you okay?” He said, holding my face. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“Yep, I know. Thank you for sticking by me,” I smiled. 

“Let’s go meet more people!” He pulled my hand and took me inside the hall. 

After a few months…

“Hey!” I answered Harry’s call. We had been talking quite often, and I was hinting flirtation at most times. 

“So, you know I sold my L.A. house,” he told me. “And, I don’t know if you take international clients or not, but I bought an apartment in NYC and, it’s just not me. When can you schedule mine in?” 

“Next week, since you have been pestering my assistant for months!” 

“Oh yeah, that was me. I will see you next week. You might have to travel with me though, I’m touring.”

“I don’t think I can work in such conditions, Mr Styles,” I teased. “And, it’ll be weird. I mean, your Interior Designer is accompanying you on tour. So random!” 

“Yes, it won’t be so weird if you let me take you on that date you’ve been postponing. Then, it’ll be my girlfriend touring with me and designing our house!” 

“Did you just say our house?” 

“I did, huh, didn’t I?” he laughed. 

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The Black Swan - (R) Completed (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/24NdrYV4jH *Mature Audiences* The Black Swan, Odile, known for being a sensual, dark figure in ballet. Odette, the White Queen, known for being pure and innocent. Odette Graff, better known as her stage name Odette Ricci, must fulfill the role of the Black Swan. If she wants her name to go down in history like the longstanding line of Ricci dancers before …

Made In The A.M. is such a goodbye album.

Hi! Ive loved your work since forever and cant wait for all the parts you upload to the stories Ive really really adored!! I had a question though. What do you meant about the reasons you liked harry "dont stand" anymore? Im only asking because Ive lately been feeling the same and I always look to you for advice..

Hey! Thank you so much for all the love and support! I am so glad you connected to my stories! 

You see, I’ve been in this fandom for the past seven years and will probably be forever now. We grew up with One Direction and loved them for a very simple reason that they were just like the guys we know in our daily lives. Like someone from our class achieved all their dreams and we helped them. I loved Harry the most because he was the kindest, and that is something you can’t buy. I like how he greets everyone when he enters the room, I loved how he was witty and sarcastic and just plain cheeky at times. He just really inspired me you know. I got into the best college of my country because of this belief that if he could do it, so can I, and now one of the best in the world, and I can never take that away. 

But lately, I just don’t feel I connect to him anymore. He feels very far off and too elite, and my elite education is telling me that, haha. I guess, we knew how we was growing up to be in One Direction and, this change doesn’t really surprise me because it was always there. I learnt how to make connections as well through him, and I will do the same. It’s just, I don’t relate to the guy anymore, and I don’t buy what he says now. I adore him and support him, but it doesn’t fool me anymore into ignoring and believing this image in my head which doesn’t fit him. And, I don’t know him in person so, I can’t judge either like so many do here.  

(His new music is so me though! More than One Direction ever was! A bit sexist (some), but well that’s almost every song.)

I owe him a lot, and if I meet him, I will thank him for all the belief he has given me. But, I do owe myself a chance to concentrate on me and my plans now. If One Direction comes back, I’ll be right here to spread the love. Harry Styles is too elite for me.