I Keep On Forgetting To Forget About You (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter One

"I'll be right back, I just have to use the bathroom real quick," Ryan told me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before walking towards the restrooms.

I let out a sigh and walked over to the next clothing rack, hoping that maybe I would find something that was nice, yet affordable. Normally, whenever I went to the mall I would end up doing the same thing; picks out absolutely adorable outfits, try them on, and then hang them back up after realizing that it was in fact $20 and not $2 like I thought it said when I briefly looked at the price tag earlier. The saddest part was, I always end up leaving the mall with nothing to show but an empty Starbucks coffee cup.

At this point I would give up on my search for cheep clothes and tell Ryan that I was ready to leave, but of course I wasn't going to barge into the men's room and try to find him. I chuckled to myself imagining the embarrassed look on his face if I were to ever do that.

I took a seat at one of the little benches outside the shop, waiting for Ryan to return.

I looked around, observing everyone around me. I found myself doing this a lot lately, I wasn't too sure why though. I guess it was just interesting to watch everyone around you. I saw it as a game; trying to analyze the type of person someone was by looking at them.

You see, it's all in the details. The way someone stops smiling the moment they think that no one is looking. How their answers become shorter, their laughter a bit more forced every time. You'll sometimes catch them with a distant look in their eyes, as if they're staring into the big nothingness that surrounds them. Completely gone. Lost. Alone.

You might notice that they start distancing themselves from everyone, making excuses, feeding you with their little covering lies."I'm just tired," they'll say. They'll laugh it off, every single time. You should pay attention to how they start covering up their bodies, hiding every inch of their skin, hating every inch of their skin.

They won't take compliments, if so, you'll only get a simple 'thank you' and then they will take it all for lies. Self hate could easily be taken for self irony- although they say it with a smile on their face, keep your eyes open for the empty look that follows. Pay attention. Never look away. Because they're nearly impossible to spot, unless you're one of them.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ryan returned.

"Hey, it's almost dinner time. Are you almost ready to leave," He asked, typing something on his phone before putting it inside his pocket.

"Yea, lets go. I'm getting kinda hungry anyway," I said as I grabbed his hand, heading toward the exit of the mall.

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I sat on the couch in Ryan's apartment, or maybe now I should say our apartment. I'm still never going to get used to that. I guess I should explain.

About two months ago, my family had invited Ryan over to join us for dinner.

To my parents, first impressions were everything. I mean, of course they'd seen him before, but only for short amounts of time when he would pick me up for dates, or drop me back home after taking me out somewhere.

They knew how much I loved him, so they figured that they should try to welcome him to the family. They wanted to get to know him better.

But sadly, that dinner did not go anything as planned. It was a night full awful stains on my mother's new furniture as well as her clothes, my father and Ryan getting into a heated argument, and Ryan insulting my mothers cooking.

That's when my mother had dropped the bomb on me. She had pulled me aside after the dinner, telling me that it was either them or Ryan. As much as I loved my parents though, I just had to pick Ryan. I did love him, and I still do.

So now here I am, sitting in our apartment, scrolling through different T.V. channels while I stuff my face with Chinese takeout. To be perfectly honest, I don't regret picking Ryan

over my parents. I really think I made the right decision.

My parents were always way too controlling. They were always trying to ruin my life. But in their eyes, they were only trying to do what was best for me. Haha, yeah right! All they ever did was try to ruin everything good in my life, and I got sick and tired of it. I haven't talked to either of my parents since then, but I'll call them again..

Eventually.

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Sorry guys, I know that this chapter was kinda short and I guess you could call it poorly written. But in all honesty, aren't all first chapters that way? I can promise you that the next chapter will definitely be longer, as well as better! Love you all :)