New Beginnings [Harry Styles FanFiction]

Five

Hated having to write the end of this chapter...but here you goo <3  Noticed that I use the words 'and' and 'said' way too much. I'm very sorry about that. -_-

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Harry told me that One Direction were all going to his dad’s bungalow tomorrow, and he wanted me to come and meet them. I agreed to come.

I was sort of fangirling to myself, I’d always wanted to meet these boys that had become so close to harry recently. I watched all their auditions and all their xfactor performances so far. They were really good, and they seemed like really nice people too. I was glad Harry was spending time with good friends.

Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis. 

We arrived at the bungalow a lot earlier than the others. We sat on the couch watching a few awful TV soaps.

“Im sorry we didn’t keep in touch…” He said, suddenly and completely out of the blue.

“Me too…”

“It’s my fault, I should have told you in advance”

“No it’s my fault, I wasn’t there for you.”

“I love you.” I whispered in his ear.

Oh god no

Why did I just say that?

What’s wrong with me?

What’s he going to reply?

Oh I’m such an idiot.

“I’ve loved you since the day we were born” He replied, kissing my cheek.

And then Anne walked in.

“Harry?! Lucy?!”

We turned our heads abruptly

Anne started laughing

“I knew you guys were inseparable. Harry please go and get all the stuff ready for the boys, they’re going to have to do some filming of you boys. Lucy, your mum wants to talk to you about Chesswood.”

“What about chesswood?” Harry looked up at me, confused.

“Oh…you haven’t told him yet?” Anne said

And so I told him about everything, that I had ruined my chances of staying at that prestigious place that I had grown to hate anyway.

My mum bared the news that she had arranged me to go to a local  school, instead of travelling all the way to near London. The school was a rundown  Community College, which sounded really grim.

But anything was better than Chesswood. Especially after I'd ruined my reputation there.

After having endured the long horrible conversation with my mum, I went back to the main room of the bungalow.

Harry was on the phone to one of the boys.

“They’re going to come tomorrow morning instead, so we have to stay here alone…”

He laid me down on the sofa and pulled me next to him. He enveloped me in his arms and I fell asleep. It was only 4pm, but I hadn’t slept a full night in what felt like months.

I woke up around midnight. We were still entangled on the sofa. I looked up, and harry was staring right through me, like he always does. It felt like he was looking right into my soul.

Harry’s POV

She had matured so much since we were 12. Everything was different about her. Apart from her eyes, her eyes were still the window to her soul. And when I looked into them, it felt like I was looking right into her soul.

She was even more stunning than before, I didn’t think that was possible.

Her wavy golden hair was now long, her blue eyes remained the same, her nose was as cute as ever and her smile was deadly. Her imperfections made her perfect, and that’s what I loved about her.

No matter how famous I got, I would always love her, and only her. No matter how many women I meet with skinny model legs, Lucy will always be perfect, more perfect than the leggy girls. She wasn’t fake. The only make up she wore was eyeliner and it would have been discreet to anyone who didn’t know her as well as me.

Lucy’s POV

I fell back asleep on his warm, steady beating heart. He tucked my head under his chin. I had missed him more than I realised. I had missed this friendship we had. And no matter how famous we get, we will always connect like we have Bluetooth. 

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The next morning was a sequence of fast events. Harry and I walked to the train station to pick up the other boys. 

“Hello!” A voice said, as a body came into sight past the brick walls.

“Hi Liam! This is Lucy, Lucy Barry.” Harry said, giving him a hug and pushing me gently forward.

“Hi” I said awkwardly, being shoved right into Liam’s chest. He smelt nice, and that’s all I can really recollect about our first meeting

“Oh we’ve all heard a lot about you…You are the one Harry’s been best friends and lovers with since he was tiny right?”

I looked over at harry…

He was blushing,  he remained looking down at the floor.

I was about to reply when a loud voice echoed through the waiting room of the station.

“Hello!!!” An enthusiastic Irish voice said

“This is Nialler, he’s quite…excited to meet you!” Harry whispered in my ear.

“Hey Niall” I said, awkwardly again

“Hi babe!” He said, enveloping me in his arms. He was very enthusiastic, sincere and cheerful. And I warmed to him immediately.

Two boys appeared round the corner of the room.

“Hi” They said, almost synchronised.

“This is Louis,” Harry said pointing to the boy on the right “and that’s Zayn” He said, pointing to the second boy.

They both smiled beautiful smiles and I immediately envisaged these 5 boys being famous, like really famous. Like The Beatles, my childhood idols.

I took a liking to all of them.

“Excuse me, hi boys. Can I just ask for you to re-enter the waiting room for me?” Said a man with a small, quiet voice. It didn’t take me long to work out that he was in fact the camera man, and that the boys were being filmed.

He looked at me

“Sorry, could you just step aside for a minute or two, nothing personal, it’s just I’ve been instructed to not have any females to look like they are with the boys on camera, I don’t want the boys getting negative press…” He carried on talking to me about girl attention and filming and whatnot but I just zoned-out, thinking about what Liam had said earlier.

What if Harry felt the same way?

He tells me he loves me, but that doesn’t mean anything special. For all I know we are still best friends and we aren’t going out of anything, yet.

I stepped aside, as instructed. I walked to the shop at the other side of the station. I was just browsing really, to waste time while the boys were being filmed.

I flipped through a few magazines and every magazine had pages and pages on end about this new band that “had only been around for a few weeks, but were already causing mania”. It was surreal really, how down to earth these boys were and how the fame hadn’t changed them.