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I stepped off the train, receiving many gazes. Ignoring them as mere curiosity, my feet carried on to the other side of the station. Nearly instantaneously, I was captured in a hug.
"Elizabeth, dear! I've missed you so."
"Auntie Dianna?" I greeted, more or less a question than a hello.
"Yes, darling. You've certainly forgotten a lot, hm? But you'll never forget your favorite aunt," She chuckled heartily.
The memories flooded to me; Dianna's gentle, dainty hands placing candy in my hand, the way we'd bake cookies during the storms, and the advice she'd given during rough nights. It was all coming back to me.
"Yeah," I offer a half smile, my pink lips parting to reveal my teeth. "I remember," I murmured, surprising even myself.
"I reckon all it takes is a good hug," she chuckles.
Letting out a chuckle, I follow behind her. "Auntie?" I ask, following her back to her silver car. Somebody had to drive me around the city, and mother had recommended her sister, and my favorite aunt, Dianna.
"Yes?" She asked, unlocking the car doors with a click of a button.
"Could you- Do you know who this is?" I asked, rummaging through my pocket, taking the photo into grasp. I held it up to her view. She brushed a long strand of curly brown hair behind her ear, staring narrowly at the image. "You mean Harry," She chuckled, tucking the photo back into my hand.
Harry.
That was it.
"Yes!" I couldn't contain my excitement. "Is he still living here, in Holmes Chapel, I mean?"
Auntie giggled. I wondered why.
"Aside from when he is traveling the world, yes. He was always asking about you. He's in town for awhile, for a break between tours, I suppose."
I suck in a long breath, smiling at the thought of being on his mind. Then the questions hit me like a brick. "Why does he travel the world? Why is he on tour?"
"Harry Styles is in One Direction, dear," She stuck the keys in the ignition, putting the car in drive, as I shook my head in confusion. "The band," She added.
He always could sing, I recalled. My dream was crumbling into a nightmare. With fame clouding his life, would he remember the times with me? I didn't want to rush into things, but this boy was all I had from my past life.
"Could you take me to see him?"
"Not tonight, baby. It's late. We'll see what we can do tomorrow."
I groaned, kicking my feet up against the glove compartment.
"After we run some errands, of course." Aunt Dianna traded glances with me. I offered a smile and a groan, catching some memories of her humor. Despite my need to see Harry, and her denial of taking me tonight, it was good to be back.
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The Boy With The Blue Beanie
FanficI promised myself that I would never think something more of the boy wearing the baby blue beanie that I met in my hometown. I vowed I would never again think of the way he lent his coat to me, staring at me through piercing green eyes. Most of all...
