Sudden Identity 《Harry Styles Fanfic》

Story Of My Life

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As you all can see this is a fanfic about band member Harry Styles but he isn't the only one of the members. I'll also be adding a cetain bloke who left this particular band.
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Story of my Life

"Taxi! Hey Taxi!"

It was worst that I was a new comer but much much more worst that I can't even stop a single one of these yellow cabs that was breezing past to and fro.

I let out a fustrated breath. How was it so easy to land in a taxi as soon as you stepped out of your house in Manhattan but as soon as you get a glimpse of the country you can't even stop a stupid car.

Well, this is what I get for traveling alone.

No, it had to be. You had to get away from him.

Deciding not to let bad thoughts consume me, I stepped out from under the shelter I was currently residing since it was drizzling rain a few minutes ago, I held out my thumb and tried another phatetic way to stop a cab.

But oh how life was so fabulous.

As soon as I stepped out fom under the protection of the shelter and stepped near the concrete road, a car passed by at a very impressive speed and ended up driving in the dirty puddle that was very much right infront of me.

I couldn't even protest as the germs filled water splattered across my favorite jeans and one of my good pair of boots.

I just cringed and flushed erratically profoundly at the embarrassment I had to go through just to see if I could get a taxi to find my new apartment. My new home.

Turning back around, I hurriedly walked up to my luggage and pulled my cardigan from my hand bag. Using it as a rag to wipe the filthy water off of me I was startled to see a cab honking it's horn to me.

"Hello sweets," I heard the stranger who was driving yell to me in a very thick british accent "Don't you look lovely."

Oh no, a perv.

I rolled my eyes at the thought and continued to mop myself dry seeing as it was the best I could do for now.

"How does the line go?" I heard the young man mutter to himself thinking I and a few other persons can't hear a single thing he was whispeing "Oh yeah...Well" he said so it would seem as he was speaking to me again "It looks like it hurted when you fell from heaven, love" he said smiling widely as he pushed his long dark brown hair out of his eyes.

Again I rolled my eyes and thought of a witty comeback to get this obvious time waster away fom me.

"No" I started "but it did hurt alot as I crawled my way out of hell" I said oh so sarcastically. I heard the little crowd around me snicker and I saw the cab driver smiled.

"Well aren't you a bloody angel?" He asked. It sounded more like a statement so I decided to enlightened the oaf.

"Well, so was Lucifer, right?" I mocked innocence and the man started laughing like it was the best joke he had heard since the year started.

I mentally patted myself on the shoulder and continued to try and dry my wet jeans. Glancing up when I heard a door slammed shut I saw that the cab driver was walking towards me.