Never Give Up: Harry Styles/One Direction Fan Fiction

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Chapter 7

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My alarm clock buzzed in the morning, and I groggily sat up in bed. I was still exhausted. For a brief moment I thought that everything I'd experienced was just a dream, but I checked my phone to see that all the messages between Harry and I were real. Would I ever get over how surreal and amazing all of this was? Part of me thought I would eventually be cool with dating an international popstar, but another, bigger, part of me realized it would probably always feel this unreal. I rubbed my eyes before glancing around the messy room. My desk was in its usual state of organized chaos, with books piled in tall stacks on the sides, the tall wooden wardrobe's doors still stood hanging open. Articles of clothing and unapproved of outfits littered the floor.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, throwing back the bright blue comforter and stood up. I shuffled into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I still couldn't seem to wake up, so I splashed my face with cold water. Poking my head out of the bathroom, I glanced at the clock. It was already 7:33. I started rushing to get dressed. I pulled a pair of blue skinny jeans off the carpet and shimmied into them, and then removed a white and grey striped shirt from the wardrobe. I slipped into some red Vans and made my way to the kitchen. Starving, I grabbed a bowl and poured myself some Captain Crunch. While I ate, I surfed Instagram and kept tabs on the clock. After quickly finishing the bowl of cereal, I headed out to the car. The studio wasn't far from my home north of L.A. I arrived just in time to warm up on the piano before the dancers from the upper level courses began to show up. 

"Alright ladies and gentlemen," Lydi, the head instructor of the Los Angeles Conservatory stated as she walked into the room to begin class. "Places, we are ready to begin rehearsal. Today we'll start of with the piece we worked on together last class," she added, looking over at me. I quickly reached into my music folder and pulled out the correct accompaniment music. I counted four beats in my head before beginning the music. I pounded away at the keys bringing life to the black dots on the paper before me. We stopped and restarted, rehearsing for hours until finally we took a break for lunch.

I wasn't feeling very hungry, so instead of leaving for the café down the street as I usually would've, I stayed in the studio to practice my pieces more. As I was practicing I heard the large wooden door click open, and I heard someone enter, but that was not reason enough for me to stop playing. As Lydi has always said, 'being distracted by people around you is never an excuse.' I kept my eyes locked on the sheet music in front of me, my fingers picking at the keys in rhythm. When I finally arrived at the end of the piece, I was shocked to hear loud clapping echoing around the room, the sound bouncing off the stark white walls, tall mirrors, and vaulted ceiling.

"That was amazing," I heard a beautiful voice say. After a moment I looked around the piano, and I realized it was Harry, a big, cheeky grin on his face as always.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously. I could feel myself smiling like an idiot, amused that he'd come all the way here to see me. Harry walked over from the other side of the room and approached the piano.

"I wanted to surprise you," he replied nonchalantly, that warm smile never leaving his features. "I actually had a lot of help from Danielle and Eleanor to find this place." He added laughing. 

"Well wish granted," I said with a giggle. "I'm definitely surprised to see you, Harry." I stared to stand up from the piano as he held his arms open for a hug. The embrace was short, but still warm and inviting as Harry pulled me into his arms.

"Forgive me for being an idiot, but what kind of dance do they teach in here?" Harry looked at me inquisitively as he released me from his embrace.