Rocket | H.S

seven

Harry Styles

All I could really grasp from this rapid race of emotions was guilt. No, it wasn't the first thing I could comprehend right before a show but today was a little different.

I was in the heat of Queensland. Beautiful area, beautiful people and I was still very excited for tonight's show. Polly has been very busy, but she still sends me her luck and wishes every night, calls me and stays in touch. I've called Amara a few times and even though speaking to her isn't my main goal, I'm glad her and Penelope are having the time of their lives alone.

I was ready for a new step in my life, that I'm not actually too sure Polly will agree with. I know she has my back; she always has and I never doubt her, I'm just doubting myself. I printed off article after article about things I could find about us on the Internet.

I wasn't stupid.

I knew it wasn't going to be daisies and rainbows. Yes, some of my favourite memories with her have been captured by people, filled with fans that are happy for us and all. Though, the small segment of our true past, really gets to me and it does to Polly too.

I was very thankful whoever was writing these things had no reliable source. Polly's ex was dead, her dad nowhere to be seen for years and Toby's best friend is in the band with us, on our side.

No one from school overly cared. I'm sure a few people like to point out on social media that I was their teacher, but no one has confessed to anyone about these things.

Because no one knew.

No one knows for sure if we dated during my time teacher her, and thankfully there has been no real insight or investigation to it. From the outside world's perspective, we just connected after she had her baby.

That was that...or so I thought.

I have put aside an article that hit a little close to home.

Titled 'The Truth Behind Your Favourite Couple: Polly Prescott and Harry Styles' I had to read into it just to keep my sanity.

"Oh, your Peccadilloes, only I will know." She sang to me, embarrassed at the fact I was the singer.

Two years ago, her soft body comforted me as I had almost relapsed. She made me do the impossible that night, she had made me laugh.

But little did she know, her eyes shimmered a shade lighter when she looked at me. Her voice sounded so refreshing, even if it was all I heard all day. Penelope was already beginning to look like her, sound like her and act like her. She had no reason to be ashamed or afraid at my thoughts towards her.

She was my saviour. The girl I fell in love with.

Ever since she brought it up to me, peccadilloes have been our thing and I'm so glad that's still in the closure amongst it all. The title alone made me think of all the times she's helped me, because when it comes to her, I don't think of the dark and gloom. I think of the vivid blue skies, with a burning sun that tans her skin just right.

I read it over and over, I feel like at this point I've memorized it like a speech.

Harry Styles, you know the man we all associate with One Direction. 
Brown locks, pearly whites, charming personality and a pair of beautiful green eyes.

Styles couldn't get that much better than he already is. He really has the world at the end of his fingertips, and we know he knows it!