The past few days had been so weird. After me and Harry's meeting at Costa, the press had got pictures of us leaving and they were plastered all over the Internet. More and more people were texting me, wanting to know what was going on. Which was, in fact, nothing.
After we got into his car, Harry was adamant to go somewhere else and chat, but I was so overwhelmed by the paparazzi that I just wanted to go home. I'd had a nice time with him, but I really just wanted to get back to my flat.
He had driven me back to my street, I'd thanked him for a nice time, and got out and waved him off.
I got in, and sunk down on my sofa. I started to realise things as I sat down. I'd met this guy for coffee, after meeting him on a drunken night out, and he just happened to be famous. Putting the famous bit aside, yeah, he seemed nice. But I hadn't trusted a boy or let a male into my life in that way since, since...him. I had boy mates here at uni, (which still took me ages to trust them) but never ever had I got close to a boy in a romantic way. Too much had happened in my life already for me to easily trust boys like that. The more I thought about it, the more I realised he probably just wanted to get into my pants. I was so drunk and I definitely had been wearing a short dress, so that must be it. There's no way he actually wanted to be friends with me. He just wanted to use me, like the others used to.
Like him.
So I'd decided to just leave it, not text him or anything. I honestly didn't know what made me meet him for coffee, but I was gonna put all of that behind me. There was no way in hell that I was gonna go through all that shit that comes with boys, especially not famous ones. I had come so far from who I used to be, and how I used to feel, and I was not about to let that happen again. When I met him, I was definitely attracted to Harry, and the potential of that just scared me.
So I got back to normal; uni, work, seeing friends. I didn't think anything of it. He didn't text me either, so I assumed he just forgot too.
The past few days had been strange though, as people would ask me about him, I would get messages on Facebook, and his fans would follow and tweet me. It wasn't a lot, but it kept reminding me that we'd met.
I just wanted to forget about it.
I didn't want anything to take me back to how I used to be, broken and empty.
Because there was something about him that scared me. There was something about him which I hadn't noticed in any other boy in ages. It was the attraction, the chemistry. The last time I'd felt that, I'd been hurt so bad, and my life had been ruined. I don't know, or care, if he felt it too, but I did and that was enough. It took me a long time to recover last time, and now that I had a brilliant life in London with great friends, I didn't want that slight bit of chemistry I'd felt to ruin it. That slight bit of chemistry, that I'd felt just for a moment, I knew could bring me back to the depression and everything else I'd felt before. I had built a wall around myself, and I was determined to keep it that way.
The fact that the chemistry was there though, made me want to run a mile.
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Hiiii everyone, I'm really not too sure where this fanfic is going so please leave me comments and suggestions. I've decided to make it a bit darker and deeper, so I added a prologue from before Lucy moves to London. Check it out here
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London with Harry Styles
FanfictionLucy had been through so much in her life, that a fresh start in London for university was just what she had always wanted, and needed. A new place, new friends, new surroundings, it was perfect. She could forget about everything that had happened i...
