New Beginnings [Harry Styles FanFiction]

A piece of the beach

Hello again guys, noticed that I got 16 reads since i posted my story, so i just wanted to thank you guys, and i love you all! This chapter is dedicated to Annie, my best friend. She's awesome!

So, you may have seen that the title of this chapter is: Now a piece of me is a piece of the beach... which is an Ed Sheeran lyric, just because i love Ed Sheeran, and it's my favourite line of all his songs...(Wake Me Up) from his album (+) Ed Sheeran is really an inspiration of mine. 

Okay, so try and enjoy this chapter...It is really short, but anyway here we go...

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 And I’ll carve it like a necklace so that the heart falls where your chest is, and now a piece of me is a piece of the beach and it falls just where it needs to be and rests, peacefully so you just need to breathe to feel my heart against yours.

I had fallen asleep on the beach, and when I woke up Harry was scanning the rocks, on his hands and knees.

“Oh this one’s good” He said, picking up a rock and examining it.

“Here you go” He said, handing me a stone, attached to a piece of string that he pulled out of his pocket.

“What is it?”

“What do you think, stupid?! It’s a necklace, look the stone looks like a heart and it’s got a hole in it, that’s lucky you know”

He tied the string around my neck. The stone fell just below my collar bone. The stone didn’t really look like a heart, but I used my exotic imagination to make harry feel like he had impressed me.

“Thank you” I said, kissing his cheek

To everyone around on the beach, we looked like a young teenage couple. But in our eyes, we were just best friends and 12 year olds messing around. But my best friend and I were not only like brother and sister, we were so much more. I loved him, and I’d known that all my life. I just didn’t have the courage to admit it to myself, let alone Harry. I feared that he didn’t feel the same.

The weeks of the summer passed by too fast, it was soon time for Anne, Gem and Harry to go back to Cheshire.

I remember that day clearly. We crowded around their car, which was parked just outside our house in Hove. I held hands with my little sister Anna, while my mum cried on my shoulder. She was always like this, ever since dad left, she has needed Anne to be around. And that was 2 entire years ago.

My 5 year old sister, Anna (named after Anne) was tearful as they left. But I bit my tongue to prevent my already pricking eyes from flooding out with tears.

“Bye Lucy.” Harry whispered, kissing my cheek and hugging me so tightly I thought my arms would drop off. I inhaled his musty, amazing smell, and let him go.

The last words I said to him were: “You’re going to be famous one day, remember me curls.”

And I was right. He was.

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