Pages Of Our Lives // Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 1 • Break Away

  "Can you not?" I'm on my phone but Harry won't stop aggravating me. His head repeatedly going under my arms and laying on my chest.
"Oh, Mj." He was the only one that called me that; my name is Mara-jay Hansen. My mothers idiosyncratic name choice.
"I'm talking to a client." I nag.
"Well then! It seems that your-" he put both hands in the air and lowered the index and middle to add quotations.
""Client" is more important than me!" He stormed off.
"In some cases, yes!" Yes, we were that couple. The one that always made fun of each other but never stopped loving each other.

My hand trickled across an antique wooden chair.
"Oh! This would be perfect for Ben's room!" I'm an interior designer so I'm always on the hunt for charmed pieces.
"Why not buy the whole store?" David, my brother says.
"Why are your salt levels always high?" He sips his nonfat-soy-latte. I grimiest at it.
"You are such a bitch sometimes." He says.
"David, don't go there with me. We all know I can roast your ass." A few people looked in spite of our language.
"Yeah I know." I glance at him.
"If your gonna do it can you save it for the ride home?" He pleaded. I contemplated.
"Ummmmmm, no."

"Give it back!" Harry took my Lolly.
"Did you have Starbucks today?"
"That is disgusting, harry!"
"Mmm mmm!" He put his hand up. "Hot chocolate, shot of espresso?!"
"Absolutely nasty." Niall says from the other side of the couch. Harry started yelling at him about an irrelevant time when he left his boxers in his room. I started gagging as he got further into the story and I released that it was relevant. The door opened and shut, it was Zayn.
"Help me!" I supplicated.
"Mail." He threw an envelope at Harry's head, which stopped the horrific story.
"God, thank you!" I squeezed his hand. He brushed it off. Something wasn't right with him.
"You alright?"
"I'm cool." He raised his eyebrows and fled to his room.
"What's that?" I ask. Referring to the envelope that Zayn gave Harry.
"The tickets to L.A." He got up from the couch and stuck them to the fridge.
"We're going on vacation?!" I screamed excitingly.
"Yes!" Niall fisted the air.
"With them." Harry forgot to mention.
"What a let down. I'll be in my room contemplating life."

I hand painted a mural on a wall. The whole garage was my domain, that being, the walls were white and bare. I have painted the whole house on places I was given permission but in the garage I could paint, paint over with white, and paint again. It was my canvas. I casually looked back and forth from a photo that aided me. I was carful to get the cheekbone structure just right. This is a mural of Marilyn Monroe. Easy to say middle and high school art class paid off. Well, being an artist does help. There was a knock on the door. I looked up to see who it was.
"What are we painting?" Zayn says as he pulls up a chair.
"I'm painting a mural." He observes.
"Can I ask you something?" He says. During a pause of silence you could hear crickets. The garage door was up and stars glistened in the sky.
"Sure." I put my brush down.
"Have you ever been in a group?"
"Art club, college, mathematics in HS, I worked at Area sq on Tooley St."
"Yeah, and you wanted to break off and build your own business from Area."
"I own my own business, MJ Design." I nodded is understanding but I had no clue where he was going with this. He opened his mouth to speak but it closed. He breathed out then opened again.
"I want to break off and make my own career." I was speechless. I didn't know how to respond and even if I did I couldn't get the words out.
"Have you talked to the guys?"
"No. I wanted to consult you first." I bit my bottom lip.
"Why?" He started to glow. He wanted someone to ask him that. He licked his lips before he spoke. He had a lot to say.
"I want to be who I am. Not who we are. I want to be Zayn not One Direction."
"You want to go in another direction?" We chuckled.
"Don't get cheesy on me." He fist bumped my shoulder lightly. Then his expression went back to seriousness. "Mara, I want to be Zayn." I didn't speak for a minute. I singed my initials on the mural.
"Then I think you better talk to your agent." The smile on his face was so big and so real.
"Thank you so much!" He got up to leave
"Aye! It's not gonna be easy!" I told him.
"I know." He nodded. I didn't doubt him for a second. But I worried about how the guys would take it.

By: Devaron Redbubble