Hazy (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Hazy

A Harry Styles Fanfiction

LittleJLove

　

Chapter One: A Not So Average Afternoon

(Sophia's P.O.V.)

It was around 1:00 p.m. on a particularly sunny Friday afternoon. It was just an average summer day, and I had only woken up about two hours ago. In that time I'd eaten and showered, which I took my sweet time doing. Now I was getting ready to take my dog on our daily walk. I changed out of my t-shirt and pj shorts into a lime green sports bra with a baggy white tank top that had "HELLO" written across the chest in neon colors and blue running shorts that actually had pockets. I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail, adding to my now sporty look as I tied my shoelaces together on my bright orange tennis shoes.

"Roxy!" I yelled whilst running down the stairs. My dog came prancing out of the back room and to my side by the front door where she waited anxiously for me to put her leash around her neck. When I attempted, she squirmed around so that it was impossible to place the chain around her neck.

"Hold still, silly," I scolded her, laughing a bit.

"We're going now, bye!" I called out to my mom and dad.

"20 minutes!" They yelled back.

With ear buds in my ears, music blasting, and dog held tightly by leash, I went out the front door and we started our usual route.

I listened to my variety of music as we went along the familiar sidewalk paths and took the usual turns. We walked down my street, turned and went past the park all the way to my old middle school, went around it and down a curved neighborhood until we got to a busy street that we went along back in the direction of home. When we reached the park again, we turned and strayed from the sidewalk, trudging along through the grass and trees.

It was then I noticed a large black car driving slowly along the road. We were back on the sidewalk when I looked at it and noticed some people inside, though I couldn't see who through the tinted windows. I smiled at them anyway, just to be friendly, but all of a sudden the car stopped. I stopped too, observing as the back window rolled down and I saw a face peer eagerly out at me. He beckoned me over. I took a few steps closer to get a better look at the boy trying to talk to me.

"Hi!" he called, a grin spread across his still blurry face, and I went over to him.

"Oh my god," was all I could think as I stepped closer to the window and could now clearly see this face.

"Hello," I tried to confidently smile back at him.

It was Niall Horan.

(Harry's P.O.V.)

12:00 p.m. and we were on tour driving to our hotel. The boys were all riled up and we were laughing and joking as usual, throwing jokes at each other and making Niall laugh that crazy laugh he has. I chuckled to myself at our own foolishness as I also gazed out the window.

We got closer to the hotel, but then I noticed the swarm of girls, our lovely fans, crowded around our location.

"How are we supposed to get in?" Louis whined. He was a bit tired from the long drive.

"We'll just go find something to do until they cool down," Liam reassured him.

"Actually, we're going to have to switch the hotel you'll be staying at, these American girls can get out of hand," our driver informed us.