History

Chapter 2: The Past Explanations

Above: Harry and Brooklyn at sixteen...around the time he left.

  Prologue

Brooklyn's pov.

I grew up with Harry Styles. My mom and Ann went to pregnancy classes together. We were birthed in the same room, we took our first steps in the same room, and we said our first words in the same room. Pretty much everything we'd do together. Sometimes in the summer we'd go to the fields, and sit in the grass and talk. He'd put his arm around me, and I'd lean into his chest, wondering what we'd be like as adults. Who we'd turn into. Most of our time was spent at the bakery he worked at. I would do my homework at the table, and wait for his shift to end. On break he'd come help me with my civics homework. You see, he wanted to be a lawyer, and everyone knew, if you needed help with anything having to do with the law, you'd go to Harry Styles.

The first time I'd heard him sing, I was eleven years old and so was he. We were in the car listening to the radio, and John Mayer's Free Fallin was playing. He was next to me in the backseat of Anne's car, and he started to hum, staring out the window. It sounded good, so I asked him to sing. He gave me one look before belting out into song, dramatically. His mom and I burst out laughing, and he got embarrassed, and stopped. I convinced him to continue singing, and he did.

When we got into ninth grade, posters were going around school, saying that a lead singer for the band White Eskimo was needed. It took a long time, but I convinced Harry to audition. He was so reluctant. But when we got to the guys house, it wasn't even a question as to who was going to get the spot. It was actually kinda funny, the look on the guys' faces. No discussion, they just let him in and began practicing the next day for their first gig. I was so proud of him. He always told me that I could sing just as well as him, and that I should join their band, but I was just as scared as he was, maybe more.

When we got to sixteen, things began to change. Everyone loved his band, and people started to think that Harry and I were a couple. We weren't. But it's not like I hadn't wished we were. I could never tell him that though. I never thought in a million years, that the feeling was mutual. He would introduce me as his best friend, and it was nice. It was comfortable. And I liked comfortable. Everyone in the town was starting to tell Harry that he needed to go on the X-Factor. I was the first one to say it, and immediately, everyone started to follow along. The rest of his band was cool with it too. We all knew he'd make it far.

I went to his audition. I screamed from the crowd, and cried when he sang Stevie Wonder. I was so proud of what he'd become. All our long talks in the field about growing up were coming to be true. Everything was different. He thought he'd be in the law school, and I thought I was going to be a world known artist, for my designs. But Harry made it through with two votes. And he kept going through. Until he didn't. And Simon Cowel gave him and four other guys an option that would change everything. They all became so close, but he kept travelling because of the venues, and I had school, so I never met the boys. He would talk about them all the time, and I knew he talked about me. because when he'd come home, he'd tell me about everything. They only made it to third, and everyone was upset. But yet, Simon gave them an even bigger deal than before. So Harry was on his way to stardom. And I was his biggest fan.

It was a Sunday when Harry left to record with Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn. They were all already at the studio, but Harry had a lot of people to say goodbye to. I was at the terminal with him, and he dropped his bags on the ground to say goodbye.

"Brooklyn." He said lovingly, wrapping his arms around me. I smiled, tears in my eyes, and let out a breath.

"You have no clue how much I'm going to miss you." I said. He laughed a breathy laugh, also holding back tears.