debut • harry styles

020

I'M SORRY, SUNSHINE
8.30.2022

HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW

i didn't ask belle yesterday when she was leaving new york, and i hope she's not gone already because i can't let her leave without talking to her first.

i know where her hotel is, but i can't get there without paparazzi following me and most likely billie is there too.

i didn't even think about the possibility that she's out right now and isn't even in the room.

if i text her, she might ignore it.

i left my hotel, and a ripe time of six o'clock in the morning, i should be sleeping at the moment but i can't.

since it's not too busy i make my way to a local coffee shop. i walk in and order a black coffee. i'm feeling a little spicy today, so i order a blueberry muffin too.

i wait in one of the corners, until i hear my name called. i mindlessly scroll through instagram secretly stalking my fans from my burner account.

"order for isabelle." i hear the barista call. i think i broke my neck with how quickly my head snapped up.

there she was, grabbing her iced caramel macchiato.

my belle.

i watch her take a seat along one of the windows that looks outside. i watch her for so long that i don't notice my coffee waiting for me.

i grab it and walk over to sit down with belle in the hopes that she'll talk to me.

when i start making my way to where she's sitting, i realize she's gone. i walk outside, and notice her walking down the street.

i begin to follow her, like a stalker. but is it really stalking if i know her?

i keep following her for at least a mile until i realize we, well she, ended up in central park.

i watch as she sits down on a bench, drinking her coffee and reading some book that i can't figure out the title of.

i walk behind the bench, a little bit away from her so she doesn't see me. i need to work up the courage to talk to her.

"why are you following me?" i hear her say, she keeps her eyes on the book so maybe she's reading out loud.

when i don't respond, she turns around and looks at me. "you've been following me since the coffee shop." she says.

i sit down on the opposite side of the bench, looking out at the scenery in front of me although i would rather be looking at the more beautiful scenery next to me.

i look down at the book she's reading, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo. i've never read it but i can tell she has annotated it. which means she re-reading it which must me it's a good book.

"where's beca?" she asks before taking a sip of her coffee, not bothering to look at me. i know she must be mad at me.

"chicago." i blurt out. god harry, why can't you just communicate for christ's sake.

"what's her last name?" she asks. i didn't think about a last name.

"twist." i say. why was my mother's last name the first one that came to my mind.

"there is no beca, harry." she says looking at me. the nerves that i managed to calm down come creeping back up again. "is there?" she asks although i know she already knows the answer.

i stare down at my shoes, which just became the most interesting thing ever.

"no." i mumble, my eyes still on my ever so fascinating shoes.

"so why'd you say there was?" she asks.

"i don't know." i say shifting my focus to the coffee in my hand.

"you didn't just say it for no reason, harry." she says. "i promise you can tell me."

i hear my phone ring from inside of my pocket so i pull it out, why on earth is billie calling me at 7 in the morning.

"i have to take this." i say before standing up from the bench. i walk a couple of feet away before answering it.

"harry edward styles." billie says once i answer the phone.

"yes?" i reply wondering why she used my full name.

"stop beating around the bush and be straight up with isabelle." billie said.

"she told you?" i ask.

"yes, she did." billie said. "she cried in my arms last night over some fictional girl named beca."

she cried?

i made my sunshine cry?

"and if i wasn't the smart person that i am, she would be really mad at you right now." she said.

"so talk to her please, work everything out." she says before hanging up.

i sit back down, it's now or never i guess. isn't that a justin bieber song or something?

i sit a bit closer to her this time then i did originally, and i actually look at her.

"you make me nervous." i say.

"hm?" she replies not really grasping what i'm saying.

"i made up that lie because i was nervous, i don't know what i was nervous for but i was nervous. you make me nervous and," i say.

"harry." belle says in attempt to cut me off.

"and it's freaking me out because i've never felt this way before," i say rambling on.

"harry," she says a bit louder to try to get me to stop talking.

"and i don't know what to do about it, so i lied and i'm sorry, i'm really sorry," i say before i'm actually cut off this time.

i freeze as i feel her lips on mine and her hand on my cheek. i quickly react to the situation at hand and kiss her back.

"you talk a lot." she said once she pulls away.

"i think i'll talk a lot more if that's what happens when i do." i say. thank god my nerves are gone, at least for the time being.

she giggles a little bit, a red tint slowly growing onto her cheeks. she takes a sip of her coffee before leaning her head on my shoulder.

she fit perfectly. it's like she was meant to lay there. she holds her hand out and i interlock out fingers together.

no one else around, just us. it's almost as if the entire world was anywhere but here.

this is pure happiness.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

WE HAVE ARRIVED!