Any Other Way // h.s

L.A. Be Here

"The longest day ever." I lie down on the couch as Kylie walks over to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator cautiously.

It's been about 4 days and I shopped way too much since I left that luggage with Harry Giles.

As you can see, I left a lot of important things in there: my Macbook, my clothes. Most importantly the luggage itself and my Stitch keychain. I groan remembering and flip the channel to E! News which suddenly begins to talk about Harry Styles and his rumored relationship with Kendall Jenner.

"What the hell." murmurs Kylie as she runs over to the tv, holding an apple in her hand. "Kylie. No one even confirmed this."

"So? He didn't confirm him and Taylor! Maybe you could ask him what's going on?" she takes another bite from her apple.

I shake my head. "I'm taking his privacy away from him. Besides, we'll only switch back our luggage and go on with our lives." Kylie raises her eyebrow. "You're not taking anything from him because that's what the paparazzi is already doing and it isn't fair to him."

"But you just said that-" "Shh. No. Night." Kylie states as walks to her room, closing the door behind her.

What the hell is going on? I sigh as I take a seat on the couch. I never wanted to meet Harry. I just want my luggage back. I spent money getting new clothes and I've been saving so much space from my vlogging camera since my laptop is in there. I haven't even met him. Why am I mad?

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The next morning, I take my phone out and briskly type in my password and go straight to Twitter with a new follow notification.

@Harry_Styles is now following you

Seriously? How'd he find out about my Twitter? I don't even talk about One Direction and neither would I like to. This shit has got to go.

Of course, I have to follow back, and once I do. I receive a call from him, of course.

I pick up. Obviously.

"Kathryn. I need you to get something from my luggage." It sounds like he just woke up, I could hear the raspiness with his voice.

"What is it?" I walk towards his luggage which is still on the couch, unopened and clean.

Harry doesn't answer my question. I turn the luggage over to the lock, "It has a lock.. what's your password?" "Oh. Uh, I'm afraid I can't tell you th-"

"Do you want whatever's in your luggage or not?" He asks me to get something from his luggage yet he doesn't want to tell me the password to it? Common Sense by Harry Styles. I'm really about to hang up.

"You have the same luggage, love!" I freeze. Love. I shake my head.

"O-okay. It's 0201." he answers quietly as if there was someone listening into this conversation. I'm guessing that's his birthday. I mean, doesn't everyone do their birthday as their password? I finally add the password in and open his luggage, it's pretty organized. Surprising. It has his button-ups and shirts on one side, his jeans then a grey sweatshirt folded on top of it all.

"Okay.. So, what do you need?" "I-it's a brown journal.. kind of old and-"

"Found it." I say, holding up the brown journal with Harry's name encarved in the front-bottom right corner; like an 8 gear old wrote it. A pen is wrapped with the tie that goes around the journal. It looks like it can rip any minute now.

I grin, it quickly reminded me of someone.

"Okay, there is a song that I wrote in there and it's called-" he started, I hear a bird chirping in the background and water, the wind perfectly whistling.. I just want to stop and listen, but I can't.

I flip through the journal with ease, going through each page and reading some that seemed interesting to me. He's a pretty good writer. I immediately get to the song before his journal's pages turn blank.

Happily.

"Happily?" I ask curiously.

He hasn't even written the song, He only has the title underlined a few times then a question mark.

"I know I haven't written anything, but I was just wondering if you could write down something for me.." I nod, then I remembered I wasn't talking to him in person.

" Y-yeah. Sure." I grab the pen bookmarked at one of the first pages of his journal, " You don't understand.." he says slowly, I could almost see him looking down.

His voice sounds heartbroken, as if he has no substance.

I write down the lyrics in cursive, how I usually write everything ever since I learned how to write in cursive when I was 6.

"What it does me when you hold his hand.." he continues, his voices cracks as he says do to me.

I continue writing, underlining do to me for him, to emphasize it.

"We had to walk away.." he finally says. I write it in as fast as I could, still trying to keep my cursive in check.

"That's it." he says, taking a deep breath. I bookmark the pen to that page and close the journal, gently laying it back in the luggage to its original spot.

I then suddenly end the call. There was an urge in me to. I look down to my phone and write 0201 in my notes.

I stop again and take the journal and walk over to my bag and put the journal inside. No. I'm not stealing it. But I feel like his journal is the one he wanted to hold onto out of everything in there, the reason why he even called.

I know when you're so desperate for something, you'll risk it all just to have it.

Kylie glances at me from her phone. "That was a pretty long conversation." she comments as she walks towards her room, it's like a small smirk forms on her face.

I close his luggage and put the lock back on. "Yeah. It was."

"He reminded me so much of.. him." I say again, as I look to the curtain. "Oh. That's a good thing.. right?" She stops before she turns the knob on her door to look back.

"I guess so.. but then, it just makes me heavyhearted.. remembering him." I take a deep breath.

Him.. but 3 years ago. He left.

Author's Note:

Hello. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Who do you think Kathryn is talking about? Him? Who is Harry writing about? Find out in the next chapters! I do not own that photo. All credits to the owner of that photo.

Xoxo El