New Beginnings [Harry Styles FanFiction]

2 years

Hey guysssss...having a rather large "writer's block" but i have a few ideas for the next bit of the story. I'm going to do a 2 years later sort of thing, so here it goes..

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"Welcome to the Radio One Breakfast show it's me, Grimmy and I've got some guests you are all insanely in love with..." 

This was a familiar start to my day. I woke up to Grimmy and his guests every morning.

"One Direction!"

I dropped my bowl of cereal, and it went crashing to the floor of my kitchen, leaving a sticky granola and milky mess on the floor. I ran, trying my best not to slip on the mess, to turn the radio off.

I didn't know why i kept reacting like this, the boys are everywhere now, and i just have to accept that I will have some kind of contact with them.

We haven't spoken in 2 years. No texts, no phonecalls, no visits. Nothing. Nothing at all. That was all completely my fault for trying to forget him.

I told him that i never wanted to see his face again. That was before we "broke our friendship", before I quit school, before i moved out.

And now what? I was living in a contemporary rented small flat with my bestfriend (since harry and I are no longer close) Annie (she has the same name as my sister, yes). She's also a...singer/song-writer. We are living life on the edge.

I say living life on the edge because we are never sure when the next pay check will come through the door, but we are keeping our heads above the water, for the moment.

I met Annie one day at The Creative Side Of London (a yearly gathering of artists of all kind) last year, just after moving out of my dad's place.It turns out we had so much in common, we both came from Brighton, we both wrote songs and we both needed a room-mate.

Flashback

I had gone into central London run some errands for Annie and I was gravitated to a typical little art gallery just next to Waitrose on the corner of a nice street in London. I was just passing by the shop when I noticed a painting of Brighton Beach in the window.

I was curious, so decided to step inside. That was the best descision i have ever made in the whole 18 years of my existence.

I immediately recognised exactly where the photo was taken and all the memories came flooding back to me.

Harry.

"Excuse me." I heard a voice say behind me

I spun around to see a man with a familiar shade of ginger hair.

ED SHEERAN

OKAY

NO

NOT OKAY.

ED SHEERAN WAS LITERALLY MY INSPIRATION. I was trying not to break out into a fit of fan-girling. I contained myself as best as I could.

"Hello"

"Hi, I was just curious as to what you were looking at."

"This." I said, shyly and desperately trying not to cry with happiness.

"Ahh, Brighton"

"Yeah"

"Have ya ever been there?"

"Mmhmm..I u-used to-to l-ive there"

"Oh really!?"

"Yeah-h"

I was so nervous about standing right in front of my idol that, being my usual clumsy self, I dropped my hand bag. A gust of wind blew through the open door of the art gallery, causing all my song lyrics to spill out on the wooden floor. 

Oh dear god. 

Ed Sheeran was looking at my lyrics. 

"wow, did you write this?" 

"yeah-h" I stuttered  

"do you understand how amazing this stuff is?"  

I shrugged, pretending not to be proud that Ed Sheeran had just complimented me. 

"listen, I think you have true talent right here. Here's my work number, seriously consider calling it okay babe, this is good stuff. You have a bright future ahead!" he grinned a warming smile at me  

"thanks Ed" I said, taking the piece of paper from his hand.

*** 

Present day.  

"damn girl what the hell went down here!?" Annie came into view, noticing the puddle of granola on the floor.

"spilled my granola" 

"well done, once again." 

I bit my tongue. I've never been very good at holding back my tears. 

My eyes when red and began to sting. 

"One Direction came on the radio I guess?"  

I nodded. 

"s'okay. Go get yourself ready, ed is on the phone and he wants to speak to you. I'll clear up."  

She was such a supportive friend. 

"hello ginger" 

"oh ha ha. You have to come to the studio today.." 

"yes boss" I said, hanging up the phone and squealing with excitement. I'd known Ed for 9 whole beautiful months now.  

Every few days we would go and jam in the studio, all three of us. For endless musical hours.  

For the most part it was me and ed doing the song writing and then Annie and Ed would sing.  

I have never been much of a singer... 

I heaved myself to my room, pulling out a relaxed jumper/tshirt and a simple pair of jeans. Nothing fancy, Ed wasn't a fancily-dressed man, so we dressed accordingly. 

We walked into the studio. I saw Ed's vibrant orange hair... 

Followed by something I didn't want to see. 

Oh no 

Oh god no 

"we have to get out of here" I nudged Annie in the ribs 

"what?" she said looking up from her phone.  

She let out a gasp. 

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Okayokayokay, im getting used to the ideas of cliff-hangers now...but this one might be a bit too predictable...

What do you think is going to happen!?