Life of Mine. [Harry Styles]

4. Interest

Hey lovely readers, so sorry it's been so long!! This story was giving me serious writers block because I wasn't sure how I wanted it to go exactly. I know like the major story points but I wanted to make sure I really knew what I was doing with this story. New chapters will be coming every day/2 days from now on, so be on the lookout. Blessings and Harry loves you!

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Songs: 

1. Ho Hey- The Lumineers

2. Home-One Direction (this one will be used often)

3. Jackie & Wilson-Hozier 

It was after dark before I arrived home. Far past dinner time, and it felt like it was almost time for bed. The city was bustling as usual, but I settled into my apartment as quickly as possible. I wasn't quite in the mood for exploring the city, even though I knew I needed to soon. I hadn't seen too much of the city so far, only Times Square and bits of Central Park like any self-respecting tourist. It wasn't quite my city yet, but I knew it would be. 

I arrived home to see Emily stuffing her face with popcorn and watching a rerun of Jersey Shore. It was something we often did together, and I wished I would've been home in time to watch it with her. However, seeing Niall Horan, again, and with Harry Styles was far cooler.

They were so interesting to observe. I don't think Niall saw me or even remembered me, but I was watching from afar and writing about both of them. Niall was like a ball of sunshine. He laughed easily and loudly, and seemed to lighten up the bad mood Harry was in. His eyes seemed to sparkle, even from afar, and he leaned in when talking to either Harry or the barista. He was also blunt and honest, and seemed to not coddle Harry. I don't know what Harry was so upset about, but it was definitely ruining his day. Harry, on the other hand, was not a ball of sunshine. He was gorgeous, even more so than pictures in the tabloids, with curly locks nearly as long as mine and bright green eyes and a killer jawline. But his pretty green eyes were sad and lost. His head drooped a little as he talked, and he looked anxious. He played with his hands a lot, and took a lot of deep breaths. I wanted to know why he was so worked up. I wrote about the contrast between the two, and how they seemed to compliment each other. Before my little writing tangent got to the point of me feeling like a stalker, I quickly closed my notebook and left.

I didn't want to tell Emily yet. It felt so personal, as they were the first people I wrote about. They were like my muses without even knowing it. I knew I would probably never see them again, but for the first time, I knew what to write. I just wrote without even thinking. Who cared that they were two ridiculously famous celebrities that I would never see again? No one was stopping me.

"It's about time you got home," Emily paused the TV as I took a seat next to her. "Where ya been all day?"

"Oh, I found a really cute coffee shop in SoHo and worked for a while," I shrugged nonchalantly and took a seat next to my friend, stealing a handful of popcorn. 

"Well, how was work?" she asked, crossing her legs and offering me even more popcorn. 

"It was great," I gushed. "Caroline Twist is actually cool as hell! I ended up being late to work because the coffee shop was crazy and she didn't even care and I get to edit manuscripts instead of just bring coffee!"

Thankfully, Emily never got annoyed with my rambling. She found it funny and just let me say everything on my mind. 

"That's awesome!" my best friend high-fived me. "So what manuscripts are you working on? Do you think they'll be best-sellers turned into movies that teenagers will freak out over?"