Harrys Point Of View :)
People say you cant really define love. That statement is very true becuase there is all different types of love. Does is really matter what the gender, race, or type is? I dont think so. Mostly because I am in love with someone that thinks the same way. Only...they dont know.
(Two Years Before,2008)
I step outside on a cold, windy Chesire day. Im bundled in my coat, hat, scarf, and gloves. As I walk down the roads I know so well, and think about how long Ive lived here and how Ive never explored the park. I walked around the pond, and the trees looking at everything as it swayed in the wind. I looked arcoss the pond and see that there is a footie match going on, so I go to see who's playing.
Its my highschool freshman's team versing Doncaster. As I watch the teams play, I wish I could be out there.If only I was more athletic then I totally could. I watch the boys out there kick and run and sweat. Its cold, but theyre all running really hard. I saw all the best players had the ball most of the time. But mostly #17 on Doncasters side. He was taking the ball up and down the field really fast and scoring goals. His light brown hair was plastered to his forehead from the sweat, but his blue eyes gleamed with the adrenilline. He used a last powerful kick to score the winning goal.
I was sitting there on the grass clapping for the winning team, when I heard someones voice.
"Hey! Mate! Could you toss me that water bottle?" It asked.
I turned to see the voice and turns out it was #17.
He was talking to me or someone behind me. I didnt know who so I pointed to myself and he nodded and smiled.
I looked down at the ground and saw the red Nike waterbottle and picked it up. I tossed it to him and he caught it gracefully.
"Thanks!" he said and ran off towards his team, that was cheering and running around the feild for a victory lap.
I watched him run away and the last thing I remembered from him was that his jersey said "Tommo."
(2010, X-Factor Auditions)
Me and my mom pulled up to the crowded arena parking lot.
"Are you ready?" my mom said, smiling. She looked so proud.
"As I'll ever be. God I just hope I get through." I said.
"Good. But remember that there is alot of people trying out and if you dont get picked..then...I dont know. Just remember its a 1 in 100 chance Harry." my mom told me.
"Okay Mom." I said. But I felt pretty confident.
We walked inside and saw tons and tons of people. They were sitting in chairs, talking, dancing, practicing, eating. Me and my mom walked towards the main table with the check in people.
"Hello what is your name?" a fat man with a Hawaian shirt asked me.
"Harry Styles." I said.
"Okay is that with a Y or an I in Styles?" he asked.
"With a ,Y." I said.
He handed me a paper that got pinned to my shirt for my auditon. I pinned my paper to my shirt and adjusted my scarf. Looking around I saw so many different people. I turned to talk to my mom and almost bumped into a couple girls. They said hello and I blushed deeply. I said hi back but I had to focus on my voice instead of girls.
"Mom, can we find a spot to sit so I can go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"Yeah lets sit at the table by the big window." My mom said. We went over there and my mom sat down.
