My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

I'm going crazy, no I am crazy. I'm crazy.
Hi, my name Edith Natalia Nolle, parents call me Edith, adults or family call me Eddie, friends call me Ed, but close friends call me Eden. Eden is the only name I have that truly belongs to me. If you were in on the last spill of my life then you would know that.
Why do I say I'm crazy? Well, what else can you say about yourself when you can't stop thinking about someone who has already forgotten about you? I know I should let go other people say so as well and I have but letting go and forgetting are just two completely different things. Some nights I can't sleep I stay up wondering what might've happened, why hasn't he called? I've tried calling and texting, but nothing has worked. I need to know if he's forgotten about what we had, about our hopes and dreams of the future. If there's one thing I know about Harry it's that he doesn't just give up and he certainly wouldn't give up on us. At least that's what I thought I knew about him, I wonder if he's changed in the short time that we've been apart.

*Phone Rings*

"Hello?"

"Hey, Eden I was just checking on you since you haven't responded to any of my texts."

"Sorry my phone was on silent."

"Oh okay, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing much, I've just been here at home with mom."

He sighs, "You haven't been out with any of your friends?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine with staying home. Thanks for asking."

"As your father you know it's my job to worry about you."

"Worrying is mom's job and believe me, she's got that covered all on her own."

"Alright alright but then what should I do?"

"Um.. I don't know... scare away any boy that comes my way?"

"Oh no, I think you've got that taken care of."

"Hey!" I laugh.

He chuckles, "I've been meaning to ask you about that boy you were seeing, he seems nice. How's he been?"

"I don't know. He moved back home to England, remember?"

"Well of course I do but surely he must've sent you a postcard or something."

As you can see, my father and I aren't that close when it comes to things like this, you know, personal things, important things. No, I keep most of these things to myself and he doesn't bother asking about these things because he and I both know that he's not really the kind of person you want to sit down and have a heart to heart conversation with. Especially, if you're a 15 year old girl like myself.

"Okay, I'll be honest, I've noticed that you've been kind of bummed out ever since Henry-"

"Harry," I correct him.

"Harry," he repeats.

Harry Styles, the boy who's name nobody can seem to remember.

"Ever since Harry's left you haven't been yourself, I don't think it's fair for you to waste your time waiting for something that nobody can give you. I just hope you start acting like the girl you used to be."

'The girl I used to be?', I thought, 'before harry I was a scared low self esteemed freshman.'

"At least go outside, get some fresh air, do something. Alright?"

I stupidly nod as if he can see me through the phone.

"Edith?" he asks.

"Yes," I finally answer.

"Okay, well I'm going to let you go now, I think dinner's ready. Tell your mom I said hi, okay?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Alright then, bye. I love you."

"I love you too," I hang up the phone.

*Call Ends*

I haven't mentioned this to anyone but today marks one year since I first started to fall for Harry. It's been a year since the day at the lake. A year since I looked into his eyes and saw the light. I pull out a box from underneath my bed. This box may look like an ordinary shoe box but in it holds some of my most prized possessions. I unfold a shirt, it's nothing extraordinary, just a plain white shirt given to me exactly a year ago but when I hold it I can feel his warmth. I pull out a few pages from his journal that he once used to decorate the park.

I see her everyday in my second period but she acts as if I'm invisible, luckily we're paired up to do this English project and I'm sure to win her over.

She has the most beautiful smile, she says that she hates it but I can't seem to find a flaw. It only gets better when I compliment her on it because then she can't help but smile and when I smile back she blushes. The best part of working with her is watching her focus, the way she is tens when I play focusing on each note. If I could I would never stop playing. I would play on and on for her.

She said yes! She said yes! Eden is officially my girlfriend! I can't wait to show her how much I care about her. I can't wait to tell her all I've felt. I can't wait to finally be the one to remind her how beautiful she is. I can't wait for her to see that I will always be here for her. Forever and Always.

A tear falls from my face onto the paper, I quickly dab it off with my sleeve. How could he have forgotten? He couldn't have, I don't understand.

Under the notes lay a beanie, Harry's beanie. I pick it up, remembering the curls that once poked out in the front. Oh how I miss gently wrapping them around my finger and feeling kiss my my cheek with the very tips when we hugged, and the way they blew in the wind when he wasn't wearing this beanie. Oh how I wish to see that once more.
I place the beanie on my head and start to cry. I hug my knees and cry, not caring who hears, it's been a while since I cried like this. An object has never made me feel so secure and loved yet so alone and empty. As I'm crying I feel something poking my scalp, I reach inside only to find a small folded price of paper that reads,

Dear Eden,

By the time you're reading this I should already be gone or on my way back home and I know I've said this all before but I will never forget about you. You can say that you don't want me but I will always be here even when I'm not. Stay strong, I'll be back before you know it and remember to stay in touch.

P.S. If you have any doubts follow your heart ;)

With Love,
Harry x.

Follow my heart? What a cheesy line... that's certainly Harry though. What does he mean by that? How could I follow something that's broken? And how dare he tell me to stay in touch when I'm the only one who's called and texted but he hasn't bothered to respond. I slump down holding my heart which feels as if it's just been ripped out of my chest. Then I feel it.