The Story Of Harry Styles

16

a year later
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"Harry, I think your hair is getting a little to long for that hair style." I say as I watch him try and keep his hair in the quiff.

"It will soon stay." He says putting more and more hair spray on.

"O my god Harold." I speak and I see him give me a dirty look in the mirror. I never really knew why he doesn't like that.

Me and Harry have gotten a lot closer over this past year but I still don't know the whole story behind him. All I know is that his dad killed his wife. I still don't know why he 'changed' or why he doesn't like Harold. But hopefully he will soon trust me and tell me.

"Here." I stand up. I grab a scarf off my bed and pick his hair up. I wrap the scarf around and tie the bottom. I stick some loose hairs into the scarf and have him look into the mirror. "This actually looks good." He smiles into the mirror.

Here's the thing. I do like Harry. I kind of trust him but not much and he's become my bestfriend. I don't want to ruin that over feelings.

"See. Also, if you want your curls to stand. Cut your hair." I laugh and sit back onto my bed.

"NEVER!" He yells and stands up from the chair and jumps on top of me onto the bed.

"Harry." I speak and he looks at me.
"I trust you."

He smiles and soon I feel the familiar lips that I haven't felt since last year. The soft plump lips that are molding together with mine. I truly love this boy.

Harry pulls away and helps me off the bed. "We graduate, next week." He whispers and wraps his hands around my waist.

"Then we will be.....ADULTS!" I laugh and he smiles a little. "Your so beautiful, I can't thank the lord for putting you in my life. Even though we had hard times last year." He places his forehead onto mine.

"Yea. Me to." I look him into the eyes.

"Where are you going after highschool?" Harry interrupts the silence. "Harry." I hesitate. "I'm moving to America."

He pulls away slowly and I see sadness take over his beautiful face. "Your leaving me." He whispers. "No, I'm just going to Tennessee Tech for college and I'll be back." I grab his rough but gentle hand.

"Kaitlyn. I'm moving to Italy" Harry speaks. Italy! No! That's even further from America and England.

"But your coming back right?" I ask. He looks at the floor and I can tell he doesn't want to look up.

"Right?" I ask again, tears brimming at the edge of my eyes.

"No Kaitlyn."

•••••• I PROMISE IT WILL BE BETTER !

SHOULD HARRY AND KAITLYN GET TOGETHER!! NEED YOUR OPINIONS!!!

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