Next To You - {Harry Styles}

Chapter 1

The shuffle of my feet against the pavement gave off an odd rythym as I walked home from the bar that cold night. The wind was misty and left freezing drops on my skin as I slowly dragged my self to the next block. It would be a straight week before this nasty weather cleared out of London.

The honks of cars in the distance was familiar to me, almost a reminder of my hometown in Manhattan. Then came the pang of homesickness. I had been staying in London at my friend Carissa's house over the winter break, 6 hours from Leeds University, where I had been studying for the past few years. I got constant calls from old friends and relatives, but I just never had anyone here who felt like an anchor, a person who gave me reason to enjoy being so far from home. I had one boyfriend while I was here, a swedish fellow. That relationship didn't end well. After that I never really had any love life. Just a conversation here and there whether in class or the nearest bar, where I drank away my sorrows.

My thoughts were interrupted when a car screeched past me, its brakes stopping suddenly on the wet road. After quickly, and quite poorly parking, the door opened. Out stepped a curly haired lad with... green eyes I think it was? He had a worried expression as he hesitated then broke out in a run. He almost didn't notice me until he slammed into my chest while running past, making me drop my purse, spilling my belongings.

"Oh shit! Im terribly sorry. Let me help you," he said as he scooped up my things and put them in my purse. Then his worried face looked at me. His frown straightened into an open mouthed expression. He must be looking at some hot girl behind me, I thought. But when I turned around, the road was empty. Then he snapped out of his daze and began to run, as if running from someone. His worried expression was weakened though, as he looked at me and smiled with prominent dimples.

"Have a good day, miss!" he said with a wink as he opened a door to the flat on my left. After he stepped in and closed the door, a black van flew past, not even stopping at the light.

"That's weird," I muttered to myself as I continued shuffling along the path.

I began to think about the boy. With brown curls and a perfect complextion, he was rather cute. He looked about 19 I would guess. I secretly hoped we could meet again. Then with a sigh I opened the door to Carissa's flat. The heater hit me, tingling my skin as I began to defrost.

"Dawn? Is that you?" chimed Carissa. I walked into the den seeing her sprawled on the floor in an odd position while reading 50 Shades of Grey.

"Carrie, why in the world are you reading that? And... why are you twisted like a pretzel?" I questioned.

"I have no sex life, so I make my self happy with this," she said, gesturing to the book, "and I learned this position from Donna. Its a yoga position called the frog!" she chirped.

Chuckling, I sat next to her on the carpet. I explained to her the whole ordeal about the cute boy in detail.

"You need to find him. This is destined!" she shouted.

"What? No thats okay I'm fine. i dont even know his name!"

"You need a boyfriend. And this guy sounds perfect."

"All I did was describe his looks."

"Exactly!"

I sighed shaking my head. "I doubt we'll ever meet again."

"Perhaps the spirits of love an fate have a surprise for you," she said mockingly. With a deep exhale, she got up, brushing her pants. "Well I'm going to bed. Night!" she said, giving up.

I got up as well, making a cup of tea before I went to bed myself.

That night I dreamt of that damned boy. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Maybe Carissa's right. I do need a boyfriend...

❀To be Continued❀