Begin Again [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Pause The Tape And Rewind

I don’t know, man. I just really like my A/N’s in the beginning. That way I’m not rushing to try and remember everything I need to say. Anyways, this chappie is dedicated to my most awesomely dedicated daughter @HayBayXx because she’s literally been here since the beginning. I mean, back in the day when I was struggling to remember what Nadia’s name was and I was still pretty hopped up and positive about the Carry ship. Haley is absolutely fabulous and I love her and up until very recently, I didn’t realize how much I’ve neglected you guys. I love every single one of you, okay? Especially those of you who always comment and vote and tell your friends to read. It’s really appreciated and it doesn’t go unnoticed, I promise! My life just gets a bit busy and hectic sometimes. And I’m sorry that it takes so long for me to update, I really am. And I love you, I love you, I love you so much. And I know that if I was given the opportunity to even attempt to win a Watty ((which will never happen because I cuss too much. And I get rated r after like four chapters)) that you guys would be right there next to me working your asses off getting me reads and votes and that just makes me uber happy. Anyways…see, it doesn’t even fucking matter where I put my author’s note because I still get confused and off topic and just, I don’t even know what I was talking about anymore. Whatever. Fuck it. This is a short and sweet chapter that will not answer any questions whatsoever because yeah. Just because I wanted to. Anyways, I love you so much!! Peace out gurlscouts, Emmy ♥

"You've got sand in your hair."

I looked up and saw him just standing there with grass stains on his jeans and his short cropped hair sticking up in a million directions. I think even then I knew that I'd probably love him for the rest of my life. Even if then it wasn't really thought of as love. More like "I'd spend the rest of my life sharing his cookies and crayons" kinda thing. 

"Do you know how to talk?" He asked as he sat down next to me in the sandbox, pulling up at the grassblades that surrounded the outside of the box. I nodded before continuing to stare at him blankly. I'd seen him before but he never said anything. No one ever did. I was just the awkward little kindergarten girl who wore her hair down instead of in pigtails and had glasses far to big for her face.

"I like your dress," he said, still trying to get me to say something. One of his shoes were untied and I vaguely remember wondering if he knew how to tie his shoes yet because I could totally teach him.

"Thanks," I said quietly, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

He smiled at me brightly, a dimple popping out of his cheek. He suddenly whipped his hands from behind his back and held them out to me. In the middle of his palms was a pile of crushed dandelions that he held out to me expectantly. I stared at them blankly before looking back at his face, my eyebrows scrunching up a bit. "I think you're pretty," he said lightly, shoving the dead weeds closer to me.

My eyebrows scrunched up together even more. What was this? Was he proposing to me? "You're a boy," I said in confusion. "You have cooties."

I stood there awkwardly in the middle of the airport surrounded by a million suitcases and contemplating the many ways that I could kill myself. Harry Bitch was late. And it was 3:45 in the morning which meant that the airport was creepily quiet with a few suspicious looking characters roaming around. Some would say that they were janitors and they were just doing their jobs. But those people probably also never saw an episode of Criminal Minds. That show taught me a very valuable life lesson: Trust No One.  Not even your favorite uncle because he’ll kidnap you and cut your tongue off too.

I walked around in a semi circle before sighing heavily and plopping down on to one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs. The old Santa Claus-looking janitor gave me a strange look and I realized I probably looked like some homeless person who had stolen someone’s luggage. I’m almost positive I looked like shit because I hadn’t looked to great when I’d gotten on the plane in New York. Unless it was one of those magical ones that makes you beautiful after sitting on its toilets, I still looked like hell.