To Infinity (A Harry Styles Love Story)

chapter two

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I'm tired of feeling like nothing special.

I'm just tired.

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CHAPTER 2

edited

{Brooklyn's P.O.V}

I took a deep breath staring at the huge building in front of me. Uncle Simons record company's business. I don't know why I was so nervous, I mean they were just a band. A very attractive, and talented band. A band that meant a lot to my Uncle.

I couldn't help but wonder what they would think of me. The strange niece of their manager. I wasn't anything special, I wasn't especially good at anything. I kind of just existed. I breezed through most people's lives, having little to no impact. I imagine it'll be the same in this scenario.

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After finally working up enough courage, I knocked on Uncle Simons door, biting my lip in nervousness. The door swung open, revealing my smiling Uncle. Almost instantly, I felt more relaxed. Being with Uncle Simon always made me feel at ease, he was one of the few people in my life who had never hurt me.

"Brooklyn!!!How've you been darling?!" He exclaimed.
"Great! How are you?!" I asked, plastering my ever so fake smile where it belonged.

"Oh I'm great, as usual" He laughed to himself.

He led me inside the room and closed the door. "Well, let me just get this over with. Brooklyn, this is One Direction. Boys, this is my niece Brooklyn."

I looked over and saw all the boys on the couch. I looked at the first boy. He had blonde hair that was styled into a quiff, and bright sparkling blue eyes. "Hi there! I'm Niall Horan" he greeted cheerfully, with an Irish accent. I smiled back and shook his hand. The next boy had brown hair which was messily tossed to the side, but somehow it still managed to look perfect. He had blue green eyes and a big smile. "Hello! I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson" he said. I stuck my hand out to shake hands with him, but he ignored my hand, and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in for a hug. My eyes widened in surprise, and I tensed up at his touch, memories of Blake hurting me invading my mind. I blinked and slowly patted his back.

He pulled back and sheepishly grinned up at me. "Sorry, I'm a bit of a hugger".

I laughed, "It's okay, really".
The next boy had dark raven brown hair, perfectly styled up into a quiff. His eyes were a blend of caramel and hazel. "Hey Brooklyn. I'm Zayn Malik" he said, smiling at me. I shook his hand, and looked at the boy beside him.
He had short brown hair which was styled to the side, and a stubble on his jaws. His eyes were a chocolatey brown and he smiled at me warmly. "Hi love. I'm Liam Payne". I smiled back at him, shaking his hand.

The last boy was staring down at his phone, a bored expression on his face. He had a slightly tan face, electrifying green eyes, and beautifully styled chestnut curls. Wow. So far they were all attractive. Very attractive. He tiredly looked looked up at me. "Harry Styles" he said in a monotone voice.

I rather awkwardly nodded my head, and looked down. Well, he didn't seem to like me. Then again, who did? No one. That's who. I didn't take it into account too much, I had just met the boy.

I snapped out my thoughts, and forced a smile. "Brooklyn" I nodded. He just looked back down on his phone and continued doing whatever he was doing. Well that's rude.

"Hey, maybe we should go to a café or something, to talk and get to know each other!" Liam suggests. I bite my lip, knowing that I might see Blake, as it was almost lunch time. But, I couldn't just decline. That would be rude. And I had promised Uncle Simon that I would spend some time with them.