This Is For You [Harry Styles]

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Hello everyone!  I hope you're all having a great day so far and happen to be wandering around Wattpad looking for a story to read. I haven't written in years and really wanted to get back into it as I have a lot of time on my hands. It's fascinating seeing all of the upcoming stories here on Wattpad and I've been inspired by a lot of them to continue writing. 

I started out on Wattpad in 2012 as a fan of One Direction (I've always been a Harry girl so don't come at me quite yet). At 20 years old now, I'm intrigued with how they all grew up and how I grew up with them. Madelyn is a character that I really want to be relatable and pretty standard. When I read fanfictions on Wattpad, I like getting the feeling that I'm in the girl's point of view. With that, I want you, the reader, to put yourself in her shoes and feel her feelings along with the journey that she endures with Harry. 

I'm so excited about this and I hope you all can be as well. 

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Madelyn 

The skies were grey in San Diego today. There was a slight burst of sunlight peeking out behind the hovering buildings from the view of my apartment window. 

Miles and I were especially late today. I'm blaming him for waking up late only because I told him that I had a meeting at 8:30 am and he took that as, "Oh, I thought it would be on Zoom or something." Such a fucking idiot sometimes. 

He stared at me as I got out of bed from our apartment, frantically looking for something casual to wear for my upcoming meeting. Miles and I have both been working for the same marketing firm for about four years now and he just doesn't have the same sense of urgency as I do. 

A grey crop top and high-wasted Levi jeans did the trick for me. I put my hair up into a slicked-back ponytail and waited at our front door with my backpack slung on one of my shoulders. "Can you hurry the fuck up, Miles? It's already nine and, since your ass works under me, I believe you started at..." I glance at my Apple Watch, "Nine." 

We constantly had this external battle between the both of us that I had superiority over him, which I do. Miles slides across the wooden floor from my bathroom to his bedroom, "Okay, okay I'm almost ready. Hold your horses, Madelyn." 

I return his response with an eye roll and tap my foot impatiently. We lived on the tenth floor of our apartment complex, and the elevator made it seem like we lived on the sixtieth. "Come on, come on," I mumble to myself, watching the numbers of the elevator drop. 9...8...7...

Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, I greet our doorman, Smitty, with a smile and Miles proceeds to do his daily fist bump with him. Our strides feel colossal, cutting through individuals who also made their daily walks to work around the same time while others were out walking their dogs or catching a cup of coffee at one of the nearby shops. It baffles me sometimes walking past the same, yet different people around here. Did they grow up here? Did they get here because of work? Are they hooking up with people? What's their menstrual cycle like and could we be synced? 

We arrive at the towering glass building and I stop in my tracks. Miles is already at the door, pulling it open, "What the fuck are you waiting for, Mads? Get in."

I sigh in displeasure. There are so many reasons why I love working and reasons why I learned to hate it. Marketing and blog writing have been my passions for an eternity, but writing about other people's lives, their character, what they believe in, and what they don't, just doesn't feel right unless it's coming from them. 

Nonetheless, I fucking yearn for the drama of all things celebrity gossip. If I could've gotten a job at TMZ, I truly would. There's something about finding out secrets about celebrities that give me a tingle. It feels ungodly and almost sinister to disclose covert information and I can't get enough of it. The thrill of getting an anonymous email, the calls in between meetings, the hilarious tweets that can neither be confirmed nor denied about relationships...it's fun stuff.