So Close ...Yet So Far (A Harry Styles Fan-fiction Book). ♥

Four Long Days

Hey guys! This is Harry's first POV. Hope you enjoyed!

Harry's P.O.V

It's been four days. Four days since I met her. Four days that I've been thinking about her non-stop. Four days since I've seen her face. Four long days since I started thinking that maybe there's someone out there. And maybe that someone is her.

*Flash-back*

Great! Now what? The lads will definitely kill me. I don't know why Zayn didn't wake me. he was the one who usually wake me up. but today, he didn't. The boys are probably pissed off. And Simon too. Speaking of Simon, here he is calling me.

On the screen of my phone, there's a picture of Simon, the boys and I. the picture was taken the night we got eliminated.

I remember it as if it was yesterday. The lads and I were on stage with Simon on our side. We though that it was that moment or never. Wrong! Actually, I think that it was the beginning of our journey. Simon is like a father to us. He was there when we got eliminated and he is still here. We are what we are today because of him. Because of him believing in us, we are who we are. One Direction.

"Hello?" I say through the phone.

"Hello Harry. Where are you? The contestants will be here at nine and it's eight thirteen.

"Sorry. I'm late but I'll be there rather quickly." I say looking through the closed window glass.

"Where are you anyway?"

" I'm on my way." I tell him. I know that I am not answering his question but it's better that way. If he knows that I'm no near X-Factor building, he will definitely flip out.

"Well, just hurry."

"Okay. Be right there." I say before hanging up.

Well, just speed a little, harry.

I drove for a good fifteen minutes before I approach the building. And I wasn't wrong when I guess that there will be a load of paparazzi waiting outside. And when I say a load. I really mean A LOAD.

I step out of my car while holding my phone in my hand. Closing the passenger door, I hear the paparazzi yelling 'Harry, found a girl yet?' And 'How do you feel about Trouble?'.

This was irritating. Very irritating.

Five months after Taylor and I broke up and they still talk about it. They talk as if it was yesterday.

I have regretted dating Taylor. At first, I thought that this "relationship" will maybe work. Wrong. Instead, we broke up and she wrote a song about me. Fancy, isn't it? That's why I decide to take a break. To take a break from all this: the stress, the partying but most importantly, the girls.

For some reason, I made it away from the paparazzi safely. They were still outside as I went to the search of the lads and Simon.

"This way." one of the bodyguard said. I followed.

To my surprise, the inside of the building was redone. It was much more decorated and cleaner. The theme colors for the building was changed. Instead of grey and white walls, they had lime green and neon pink walls.

"Here." Jim, the bodyguard said gesturing me to a closed door.

"Thank You."

Twisting he doorbell, I heard the lads.

"Wonder why he's still not here." A

voice that I so dearly recognize said.

Yep it was him. Louis Tomilson.

"Here he is." Said another. Zayn

Malik.

"Hey." I said closing the door "Sorry I'm late. I was just caught into something."

"Like what?" Zayn said with a huge smiled plastered across his face.

"Long story." I stated

I went and sat down with the boys. Simon and the boys talked while I was on my phone. I could here them but I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying.

<<<<<<<<>>>>

The boys and I were all in the rehearsing room waiting for the contestants to come. We would be performing for the Premier so Simon asked for We sat down on the love-seats and waited. We waited. And waited. And waited.

I was tired of waiting so I excused myself. I decided to wonder a bit. Beside, I missed the place very much.

"Harry, don't be late." Simon said talking a sip of his water.

"I'll be back shorty." I said assuring him that I won't be late.

I walked to the door and was was immediately bumped into.

Instead of feeling pain, I felt something watery and warm.

As I diverted my eyes to the thing that bumped into me, my world went upside down. Instead of seeing something, I saw someone.

My eyes were laid on the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Wet hair put in a bun. Brown eyes worn with glasses. Full lips. Bare face.

She was pretty. No, she wasn't pretty, she was beautiful. She wasn't wearing any makeup and honesty, she didn't need any. She had a beautiful clear skin which was glowing. Literally.

I was drooling over her and I knew it. I needed to say something.

"Are you alright?" I managed to say.

"Huh... yeah. I'm... I'm alright." She

managed to say. I could say that she was surprised.

She tried to get out of my hold tight but failed. My hold became tighter as she stumbled backwards and was about to fall.

"Hey there. Be careful now." I said

"Thanks."

At that moment, a gasp escaped her mouth. At first, I thought that she's seen a ghost, but then I noticed her looking at my wet shirt.

"Oh no. Your shirt!" She exclaimed.

"Don't worry about. Plus you di have some in yourself too, so no need to feel bad." Her shirt was half wet which showed her petite stomach.

"I guess."

We stayed like that. My arms were snaked around her. I felt the need to protect her.

"Well, I'm Harry Styles." I said breaking the silence.

"Um... I'm Soph..."

At the same time, Simon came through the door,

"Well, looks like you too already met huh?"

"Yes. We kind of bumped on each other." I said looking at her.

Simon asked to meet the others in the rehearsal room.

* End Of Flashback*

<<<<<<<<<<<> 1 hour later

Sophie met the boys, she performed and she was perfect. She will be performing Torn by Nathalie Imbruglia.

I have only spent an hour with her but it feels as if I've known her for ages. She's beautiful, both inside and out. I want to know her. I want her trust.

Thanks for reading :)

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