Everything Has Changed (Harry Styles)

Electricity

I was on the hunt for someone special. I wanted to touch and feel sparks. I wanted to feel loved, but so many things are in my way. My depression, my self-harming, my life. Every time I get too close to someone they figure out that my life is just hell and leave me. It’s not fair. I just wish I could find someone who wouldn't leave me. 

I am sitting in Starbuck, with these thoughts as I sip my coffee and read and eBook on my iPad. I was reading Backfire by Bel Watson on Wattpad. It is really good story. I have grown to love her stories. They are so unique and just amazing. I finshed my coffee, so I decided to leave. I put the cover on my iPad and walked towards the door. Some guy ran into be, and spilt his tea all over me and my iPad. I felt electricity run through my body. "Shit." I said wiping tea of me. "Oh my god! I am so sorry!" 

"It's okay." I lied. It clearly wasn't 'okay'. "I feel so bad, I got your iPad all wet. I'm so sorry. And your nice clothes are all wet." he said. "It's fine." I sighed. "A-Are you sure. I mean, I can go buy you a new iPad, or at least have someone fix it." he offered. "No, it's fine, I swear. I'm Marceline...but you can call me Marcy." I said. He smiled and shook my hand. I finally looked at his face. It was Harry Styles. "I'm Harry." he said. "Nice to meet you Harry. Aren't you in One Direction?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I am, but let's not say I am. I want to be a normal guy today." he said. "Okay. Harry, the normal guy, let me buy you another tea." I said. "No, I will buy it." he said. "Okay." I said. He smiled. "Were you heading anywhere specific?" I asked. "No, just around. You seem like a nice girl, would you like to join me?" he asked. "I suppose, but I am going to have to change...It's cold and I am all wet." I said. 

"Of course. My car is outside I will drive you." he said. I nodded he got another tea and we exited Starbucks. 'Okay Marcy, don't get to attatched now. He is justbeing nice, he couldn't possilbly like you.' I thought to myself. As I got into his car and put my seatbelt on. My hoodie I was wearing slid up my arm exposing my healing cuts. 

His eyes were glued right to my arm. Great, he is going to tell me to get out. Just fucking great. I pulled my sleeve down and looked away from Harry. He grabbed my hand. He hled it. Our fingers entwined. "From now on, we are friends okay?" he said, his eyes filling with tears. "Why are you crying?" I asked. 

"I'm not crying. I am just upset that you do that to yourself." He said looking away, and wiping his face. I chuckled. "It's not funny. Your body isn't paper...don't cut it." he said very rudly. "Excuse me? You don't tell me what not to do with my body. You don't know what my life is like, so don't try and say there is no reason for it." I said. "I'm sorry. I just...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have came off as rude as  I did." he said. I rolled my eyes. I really didn't want to be in the same car as him. He seems so egocentric. It made me sick. 

"Turn here." I pointed. He nodded and turned on the directed street. I sat quietly in my seat. "You know Marcy, I am truly sorry. It just makes me sad, you know. You seem like an amazing girl, and it hurts me to know that you hurt yourself like that." he said. That brought a tear to my eye. "Well, I am sure once you get to know me, you will leave like everyone else...and stop here." I said. He looked at me. "Why do you say that?" he asked. "It's what always happens." I shrugged. He put his car in park. "You can go, I am going to go shower and stuff...see you around." I said. 

"Can I have your number?" he asked. "I guess. Give me your phone." I said. He quickly fished it out of his pocket. He handed it to me. I put my number and took a picture of myself. "There. Now goodbye." I said then slammed his door. 

Harry's POV

I rested my head on the steering wheel of my car. "Harry, you fucking idiot." I said to myself. I lifted my head and hit my steering wheel. "You always screw things up. She was perfect." I said. I shook my head and drove off. 

I got to the flat I share with Louis. Him and Eleanor were sitting in the family room as I stormed in. I kicked my shoes of violently at the front door. "God damnit!" I said, full of frustration. "Harry what is wrong?" Louis asked. "I'm a fucking screw up!" I said. They looked at each other. "H-" 

"Shut up! I don't want to talk about it!" I interupted. I stormed to my room and slammed the door closed. I sat on my bed and just started beating the hell out of my pillows. I was so mad at myself. I was so rude to someone who didn't need the rudeness. I am such a fucking idiot. "Okay, I know you are upset, but there is not reason to abuse your pillow. Now what's up kid?" Louis asked. I looked at him. My eyes filled with tears. "I-I met a girl today." 

"Okay, and?"

"Her name is Marcy." 

"Okay." 

"Sh-She c-cuts." 

"How do you know?"

"I saw them...on her arm...then I was really rude to her about it..."

"And..?"

"And now she hates me. I didn't mean to be rude. I was just upset. She was gorgeous Louis." 

"Harry, no one can hate a cutie like you." 

"She does!" I said falling back on my bed. I hate myself right now. How could I be some inconsiderate, and stupid? I saw her cuts. Wasn't that enough to tell me she needs someone to love her, not be a complete, and utter dick. Louis laid next to me and propped himself up with his elbow. "Do you have her number?" he asked. I nodded. "Lemme give her a call, and talk to her." he said. 

"No! You will be mean to her. She doesn't need mean! She needs love!" I said. He sighed and walked out. "Whatever. I was just trying to fucking help Harry." he said. "Fuck off!" I said. I scrolled my list of numbers until I got to hers. I stared at her number for a moment, then I called her. It rang for a little then she answered. "Hello?" she sounded like she was crying.

"Hey, it's Harry." 

"Hi." she said. 

"Marcy, are you okay?" 

"N-No..."

"What's wrong?" 

"I-I am sorry for being so mean to you. No one has ever cared for me like you do...I didn't know how to take it." 

"It's okay darling." 

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"When you bumped into me...did you feel anything like, inside?" 

"Like electricity?" 

"Yeah."

"Yeah, did you?"

"Yeah...I did." 

"Is that good?" 

"Harry, do you know how long I have waited to meet someone and feel that?"

"No."

"A long time."