Delusion

Chapter 1.

Today is the day that I finally move to the place I've been wanting to movie to since I was 10. New York. All summer I've been looking at colleges in New York and I finally found the perfect college that is close to everything. I don't want to be right in the city, but I also don't want to be far away from the city.

Over the last couple weeks my dad has been looking for apartments that are reasonably close to the university. After about a week my dad found a nice apartment that is only 10 minutes away from the university. Its a 1 bedroom, and 1 bathroom apartment. I have more than enough room for only me living there.

After saying good bye to my dad outside of the apartment building, I finally get to bring all of my things into the apartment. I never even realized how much stuff I had until I moved. Its definitely going to take me at least a couple hours before I'm finished bringing my stuff inside.

I get up from out of my car, and unlock the trunk of my car. Bags and boxes are piled up in the front and back of my car. I randomly grab a box, and try to start carrying it toward the front of the building. I got about 5 feet from my car, and ended up dropping the box. Cursing under my breath, I try to pick up the box but a voice startles me.

"Do you need some help?" A deep voice asks me from behind.

I put my hand up to my face to shield the sun from my face, to look at him. He has chestnut curls, with many piercings and tattoos. He has a cigarette between his teeth, slowly puffing it in, then dragging the smoke out.

"No I'm good, but thank you," I smile, picking up my boxes once again.

For some reason I feel like I know him. He looks so familiar to me. But the thing is, I just moved here so there is no way that I could possibly know him. Maybe he just looks like someone I might know. I look behind me to see the same curly haired boy staring at me. He really intimidates me to be honest. He has so many tattoos and piercing, it makes him look so dangerous. But something about me wanted to get to know him better.

I walk into the apartment building and quickly walk up a flight of stairs. I'm only on the second floor so I don't have to walk to far. I unlock my door and walk in, setting the box against the wall. I look around the room, really realizing how much space I had. I open up the blinds to brighten the room up more, and smile to myself, knowing I have finally moved to the place I have always wanted to move to.

I walk back out to the hallway and almost trip over something. I look down to see almost all my boxes and bags in front of the door. How the hell did these get up here?

"I figured that it would take you a while going back and forth getting all of your stuff, so I just got it for you," I looked up the see those chestnut curls again. Damn, he looks so familiar.

"Oh okay, thanks I guess,"

"No problem. Whats your name anyway?" He said, his green eyes staring at me intently.

"Lacey Adams," I responded.

He nods, "My names Harry Styles. I actually live right next door to you,"

"Oh okay great. I guess ill see you around then," I said, picking up a box.

He nods, giving me one last look before walking away. I swear that I have seen him before but I guess not. I bring the rest of the boxes in, and lay down on my bed before drifting off to sleep.