Start It All Over Again (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1 (Caitlyn)

A/N: So, here is the first chapter of my story! Well, I know it's not yet kinda successful but I hope that it will be someday! Kindly vote, fan or comment pretty please! Btw, here is a pic of Caitlyn! Also known as Cara Delevingne. I just love her. Okay? Enjoy! :) x

"And that's a wrap everybody!" the photographer said.

Sigh. Finally. This photoshoot is done. I am so freaking tired of changing clothes, accessories and everything. Well, that's life.

I already changed into my own clothes and I already went out in the photo studio when suddenly...

"Caitlyn! Wait! Want to hang out with us today?" my co-model, Zoe asked.

"Nah. I have to do something today. I'm homesick." I said.

Yeah. I'm homesick. I currently live in US but I am from UK. Weird. Isn't it?

"Please, Caitlyn! You only joined us once! Please?" she pleaded but I really want to talk with my loved ones right now.

"I'm so sorry, Zoe. Maybe next time? I just want to have a quality time with my loved ones from UK." I answered. 

"Yeah. Sure, Caitlyn. We understand that." she said and smiled at me.

"Thank you." I said and smiled back at her.

I started to walk outside the studio and went to my car. I turned on the radio and sing my heart out when this song came in. 

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield