It started in a bookstore H.S

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It has been 3 weeks since Harry ran into Winter or Winnie, and he can't seem to get her out of his mind. He made sure to subscribe to her blog as soon as he got back home and has been watching her confidence grow, while gaining a persona on social media. He has a interview in a couple days but he can't seem to focus on his new album, he decides to write some more songs for his new albums. They all lead back to Winnie, a bookstore or a girl, his team is also noticing how out of it he has been lately and have started to ask questions.

"Harry you need to get your head in the game. Your interview is soon and we need to get this album finished...and...these new songs really don't fit the style." Paige Harrys team manager says taking a seat next to him on the couch. He just nods and opens his computer, everyday he refreshes Winters blog to see if she has posted anything new or anything about him.

She has referred to meeting a green eyed man and Harry knows that it is selfish but he likes to think that she is talking about him, and she too is thinking about him. Harry lets out a deep sigh earning a strange look from Paige.

"Whose blog is that? You're on it all the time." She shuffles closer to him, so she can read a piece on the blog. As her eyes scan over a text Harry can see her emotions change.

"Wow...whoever that is...is extraordinary." Paige gets up from the coach in shock and remembers what she came into the room for before leaving Harry alone to his thoughts once again.

"I know." He whispers to no one but himself, he hopes one day he can see Winter again, he knows he could just go back to the bookstore and wait but his schedule wouldn't allow it and he would have to explain why to Paige...which he just can't right now. After trying to write a few more songs and recording some new vocals he decides to head home and sleep off his writers block...if you can even call it that.

He gets into bed opening his computer one last time to see Winnie has posted, something in his stomach tightens as he sees the notification. His fingers quickly type in his password and all of a sudden he feels as if his whole body is on fire waiting for her blog to load. Once his eyes scan over the text he doesn't know what to feel. He rereads it again and again to make sure he is reading it right.

'Thank you everyone who is making this possible, and thank you green eyed man for pushing me and beleiving. I hope you see this xx WW'

He is extremely happy for Winter, that her dreams are coming true. But he is also happy she mentioned the green eyed man. A wide smile plays on Harrys lips as he stares at his computer screen, he decides that if he wants to see Winter again he has to attend this literary festival. As he finishes writing his email to the head of the festival, he reads it over and in moments like these he wishes she was next to him to say 'you spelt that wrong' or to tell him to use a different word. Harry decides to go to sleep on a good note and pray that he has an email waiting for him tomorrow morning.

Harry has been awake for 5 hours and every other minute he is checking his phone or computer to see if he has gotten a response, he feels bad for doing this to his team. They all are trying their bests to make his new album possible while his head is stuck on a certain blonde with brown eyes. Harry decides to push through the day and ends up finally writing a song worthy to go on his new album, recording new vocals and instrumental for it takes up his whole day and before he knows it, its time for him to go home.

"Harry, you did really good today thank you." Paige gives him a small smile and Harry gives one in return, but again his mind goes to Winter. He doesn't think he has smiled a genuine smile since seeing her and for a selfish reason he hopes she feels the same. He is hoping that he isn't reading into this too far. She might have a boyfriend for all Harry knows who has green eyes, suddenly Harry is filled with regret.

He opens his phone to unsend the email but he is welcomed with a reply instead. Stating he would always be welcome and to print out the wristbands below, now if Harry were normal he would just not go. But he has asked to go, he has taking time out of the directors day to reply and send him the wristbands, probably having to change some things around just for him.

Harry gets home and plops onto his coach turning on his TV, he feels it is the first time in weeks were he had done nothing, his mind free of distractions. That is until he gets a notification Winter has posted on her blog, expecting some short story or piece of poetry Harry excitedly opens up her blog. He is shock when he sees that she has stated her name. Where she lives and her age. He smiles at the post remembering her telling him how hard it was for her to share her work, now she is going to one of the biggest writing festivals and has shared her identity.

Harry couldn't be prouder of her and wishes he was able to experience this with her, to be there when she received the letter from Cheltenham, when she hit post on her blog, and her probably freaking out to Susan right now. Harry feels guilt climb all through his body as its been his choice not to go back to her, he could have been there for her through these milestones. Deep down he knows that it isn't his fault how busy he is but he knows that there could be something for him to do.

Harry closes his laptop and decides to head to bed extra early and just wait until the festival so he can see Winter again, he dreams peacefully of her, her bright brown eyes, her perfect blonde hair that is in an effortless plat, and how she scrunches her nose when complimented, how she picks her fingers when nervous. All things Harry finds amazing, he has never felt this way about someone and he wonders why now? Why Winter?

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This story is kinda short, but I like it. I think of this more as a short story not novel :)

xoxo Shezz