CHAPTER 4
~Harry~
A little bit paranoia I look over my shoulder, luckily still no paps in sight. If there's something I don't want today, it's media attention. I would be the headline in every gossip magazine.
'Harry Styles with a new lover?'
'A new victim for Harry?'
'Coffee with a girl? Isn't that a bit cliché?'
It wouldn't be the first time I talk to a girl and the next day I read on twitter that I'm dating her. And even though Stacey isn't my favorite person I don't want her to get involved with all that crap.
A raindrop on my skin makes me quicken my pace, my footsteps hearable trough the empty street. I don't like rain, everything becomes so gloomy, you just want to crawl into your bed and watch happy films as you drink hot coco.
Within a couple of minutes I reach my destination, a small café filled with a few older people enjoying their drinks. Over the past years it became one of my favorite places in London, no pap ever found me here. What would a teenage pop star do in place like this anyway? Most of the people here don't even know who I am, they don't judge, they leave me alone. And sometimes that's exactly what I need.
Bringing Stacey here wasn't my favorite thing to do, she'd know my hiding spot. But soon I realized this is probably the only place I'd be able to keep her out of all the attention.
With a sigh I open the heavy wooden door, the welcoming warmth and the delicious smell of coffee greeting me immediately, a smile already spreading across my face. It's one of those typical old English cafés, wooden walls and furniture, big windows who still don't let enough light trough, yellow light bulbs against the walls and above the bar, big blackboards with the menu written in a almost unreadable handwriting with white chalk, papers spread across every table.
"Harry!" Daisy, the owner of the place, greets me happily. She, out of the people who come here, knows who I am since her daughter became a big fan. In these past years Daisy slowly became a second mother to me, she listened to my stories and every time I was in some sort of trouble she helped me to fix it.
"The usual?" She questions, raising an eyebrow at me. A strand of her grey hair falling over her face.
I nod at her with a small smile, settling myself at my familiar place next to the window so I can look at the raindrops hitting the pavement.
The clock against the wall in front of me says 15.49 pm. She'll be here in 10 minutes. I still don't understand why I even want to talk to her, didn't she hurt me enough? And what am I going to say to her?
"You seem deep in thought dear. Something wrong?" Daisy's warm voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, uuhm.." I stumble as I look how she sits down in front of me after she gave me the steaming cappuccino.
Concerned she furrows her eyebrows. "You know you can tell me everything!"
Daisy doesn't know about my past either. Once I started lying about it I just couldn't tell someone the truth. Not even Daisy. What if she gets mad or something like that, I don't want to lose this place.
"I'm just worrying again!" I smile weakly as I bring the warm cup towards my lips.
A costumer calling out Daisy's name makes us both turn around. "I'll talk to you later dear!" She tells me, quickly standing up and walking towards the aged man, leaving me alone.
It's weird actually, normally only the thought of my life as Marcel made me so miserable. Those moments, when those thoughts refuse to leave my mind, are also the moments I decide to get a tattoo. It's my way to give them a place and move on. My eyes land on the little lock on my wrist. No one knows that's the one I got because of Stacey. She opened it a long time ago and after that I had to close it myself.
"Hi" A soft voice breaks through the faint voices in the room. I look up finding Stacey staring down at me. Her blond hair which loosely falls down onto her shoulders catches the only beam of sunlight coming from the window. She smiles weakly as she takes her black coat off, revealing a very casual navy dress.
"Hi" I say a bit taken back I point at the chair were Daisy was seated a few moments ago. She smiles and sits down. "You want something to drink?"
"Uuh... The same you're having!" She points at my already almost empty cup. I nod and walk towards the bar, Daisy is already standing behind it as she gives me a curious look.
"Two cappuccinos, please!" I tell her, ignoring the fact that she's looking at me with an overly excited smile.
"Who's that lady Harry?" She asks as she starts with our drinks.
"Oh that's Stacey, she's u-uhm.. an old classmate I ran into yesterday!" At least that isn't a lie.
"Hmm" She hums, obviously not convinced. "I'll bring them in a minute, don't let the girl wait!"
With my eyes fixed on my brown boots I walk back to the little table where Stacey sits quietly, playing with her finger.
"So" I breath out as sit down, looking straight into her golden eyes. How am I even going to start this?
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The Way It Was (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction‘Our past makes us the people we are today’ was once said. Harry Styles is no exception, but what no one knows is that his past isn’t the one we know. There’s a reason he has all these tattoos, he’s drunk a lot and keeps a diary. But it’s somethin...
