The Inn | L.S.

prologue

As Harry admired the passing scenery and imagined what it would be like to call this fairytale place his home, he hardly noticed how the train slowly came to a halt. He had been sitting on the train for hours and his long legs felt like jelly.

As he got off the train, he noticed how he was the only person standing under the roofs of the small train station in the middle of nowhere. A waterproof suitcase and a small bagpack were his only belongings. He looked outside the huge windows and saw it pouring down, not leaving a single crumble of earth dry.

There was a small plastic holder attached to the wall, offering travellers the opportunity to look at flyers of hotels nearby.

He looked over the tiny selection of places he could go. A hotel for rich people with fancy clothes? No. An apartment in the middle of Oslo? No, thank you.

When he almost cried cause he found nothing, he noticed a very small, blue flyer. "The Inn". Very original name. He took it out and read the first page. The price was okay. The photos looked cozy and there was an address at the bottom of the page.

He found two cabs in front of the train station and walked up to one of them.

"Hello. My name is Harry Styles, uhm, would it be possible to drive me to Strandgaten 28?"

The driver nodded and typed something into the screen in front of him. "We will be driving thirty minutes", he responded in a Norwegian accent. Harry put his suitcase in the trunk and got into the backseat.

Raindrops were racing against the window pane and Harry let his hot cheek sink against the cooling glass.

When he started his journey in London, he thought he would feel freedom as soon as he arrived in Norway. But he was sad. He was so incredibly sad.

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Hello and welcome to my new story! I hope you liked the prologue. This story truly means a lot to me so please be nice. All the love xx