8 Years Later... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

"Harry. What do you wanna be when you're older?" I asked, as we sat on top of the roof of my house. The cold air of that Cheshire night was nothing compared to the days ahead. It was a few months till Christmas and we'd have to dress up like eskimos to be able to stand the bracing cold.

"I don't know, Addy I'm only 10." Harry scoffed, sarcastically. 

"C'mon! You don't have any idea at all?" 

Harry looked into the distance, there was a mountian range far off past the feild behind the house. The grass was glazed with snow, and the white tree-tops crowded together into families. Harry looked towards me with a pensive look on his face.

"Erm... Actually, I wanna sing." he stated, nodding his head slowly. 

"Pfft. You're a good singer, Harry but that's it? Just sing? What, like in a band or something?" 

"I'm not sure, only the future will tell." he said, with a portentous smirk. 

"Hah, wow. You are wise for an 10 year old, Harry." I said, Harry shook his head.

"No... You're just an idiot." Harry teased, laughing and inching away from me. I punched his arm. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to satisfy my need to stand up for myself.  

"Shut up! I'm only one year younger than you!" I fought back. 

"Violent little Addy. The girl with no fear, omnipotent above all." 

"Okay, what? I have no idea what that means!" I said, squinting my eyes in confusion. 

"I think like powerful and brave or something. I heard it on TV and I wanted to say it."

Harry and I had always been smart kids, much more thoughtful than most children. Although we were 9, we'd been told we were 'wise beyond our years.' Maybe that's why we got along so well. 

"You better go, Harry. My mom's gonna realize I'm not in bed and your mom's gonna realize you snuck out."

"What do you wanna be when you grow up?" he asked, ignoring my suggestion. I chuckled, and looked up at the stars clulessly. 

"I have no idea, uh... I think maybe an actor? I'd love to be in movies or plays. Oh, also maybe an artist or author or poet." I said. 

"You could write songs and I'll sing them!" Harry chimed, widening his eyes and smiling. I laughed and shook my head.

"No, really! Let's do that, Addy. We could be like a duo, you can write songs and I'll read them-"

"Go home, Styles!" I said, smirking at him.

He gave me a dissapointed look then crawled over to the end of the roof, and began climbing down the side of the house. I stood up and walked over to my open window. Before leaping onto the ground, Harry's head popped up again and looked at me. 

"Addy?" he began. I looked over at him with a semi-annoyed, semi-happy look and raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah?" I asked. He gave me a sincere smile. 

"I think... you should be whoever you want to be. I mean, whatever you want to do in life, I believe in you." 

~Flashback ends~

Chapter 1: The Backstory

 So attatched, it controlled me

So alone, it destroyed me

In so deep that it drowned me

You can take whatever's left of me

So in love, it consumed me