Page’s POV

He didn't say anything.

I couldn't look at him, I kept my eyes on the magazine still in my hands and pulled my knees to my chest. I glared at the horrible photo of Taylor before moving my gaze to the separate photo they had of Harry.

A small whimper left my mouth as I looked over the perfectly flawless picture of him.

“Did y-you chose her over me because she looks better in pictures? You two make a pretty g-good couple on paper.” I sobbed and flipped the magazine around in my hands so I couldn't see that she-devil any more.

He still stayed silent, to the point where I wasn't sure if he was even there.

I let out a very audible breath and looked up to find that he was still standing there but now I know he was too busy choking on his own tears to reply to me.

“W-why are you crying?” I hiccuped as I balled my fists, still with the magazine in my grasp.

“Because Page I would never do that to you and you don’t believe me! I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.” He talked perfectly and sternly through his tears and didn't make one effort to wipe them away.

“YOU LIAR!”
Before I knew what I was doing, I threw the celebrity filled rubbish so it hit Harry in the chest.

He didn't even flinch.

“Babe please listen to me? Just read the article and you’ll know straight away for yourself that it isn't true.”

He slowly bent down to my level on the floor and picked up the magazine I had thrown at him.

He moved very, very slowly like he was afraid if he made any sudden movement that I would run away.

I snapped out of it as I realized how close he was getting to me with the article open.

“Get that thing away from me! I don’t want to read about how utterly fucking happy you and Taylor are!”

I moved backwards and as far away from Harry as I possibly could until I felt my back hit the cold bathroom wall.

“It’s not like that Page! I read it and it’s all bullshit, please believe me.” He crawled on his hands and knees until he was right in front of me.

“Don’t touch me!” I harshly snapped at him as he tried to place his hand on my knee.

He sighed heavily before turning his gaze back to the paper.

“Taylor Swift has told reporters that her and Styles have been living happily together for a few months now and that his whole relationship with Page Phillips was a cover up.”

As I heard the words leave his mouth, my sobs grew louder.

He dropped the magazine in between our feet and used both his hands to tilt my head so I was looking at him again.

“Whose house are you in right now baby?” He whispered as he started to lean closer to me.

“Louis’…”

He let out a soft chuckle while placing his forehead on mine.

“And?”

“Yours Harry.”

He didn't reply instead he smashed his lips onto mine, making me grab onto his shoulders for support.

Our lips moved perfectly against each other’s.

I found myself needing his touch a lot more than ever before.

Eventually he pulled back making me whimper at the loss of his touch.

“Exactly Page. The article is bullshit. Taylor is full of bullshit.”

I nodded but didn't try to say anything. I feel really bad that I didn't believe him but what was I meant to believe when he’s already cheated on me with her?

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled us to our feet, I wriggled out of his grip almost instantly and ducked under his arm and scrambled to the other side of the large bathroom.

“What’s wrong love? You believe me don’t you?” The urgency of his voice made me realize how bad that must of looked but I was just mad at myself now not him.

“I do Harry but I was quick to accuse you and I'm really sorry.” Another set of fresh tears rolled down my cheeks and I quickly ran towards the front door.

I'm sick of breaking down like this all the time but everything between us seems to be so god damn hard.

“Page wait! Why are you crying?” Harry managed to beat me to the door by just a few seconds and stood in my way.

“Move Harry!”

“Not until you tell me why you’re crying again! If you believe me then why are you still upset? It kills me to see you like this.”

I didn't answer him, instead I pushed him using all my strength I could find so he was out of the way.

By the time I had walked down the front steps I was already drenched because of the rain. It was raining when I came over which just makes this night all the more horrid.

“Page please don’t leave! You know I love you.”

I stopped in my tracks when I heard his words.

I knew he did but I don’t understand how he could still say that when I just jumped to a huge accusation rather than believing my own boyfriend.

“Why? I'm a horrible girlfriend. Why do you love me?” I talked a little loud so my voice could be heard over the sound of the rain and pushed my wet hair out of my face.

He practically ran down the slippery stairs and pulled me in for another rough yet somewhat loving and gentle kiss.

“You may not be the world’s most perfect girlfriend. You may have not believed me and I really don’t blame you. But right now I'm standing in the pouring rain kissing you because I would rather you then anyone else. I love you more than anything in this world, because you are my world.”

And any doubts I had about myself, were gone when our lips met again.

Notes

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