Dear You, Love Harry | HARRY STYLES FANFICTION

| Chapter One - In A Cool Way |

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Somebody I Used To Know - Gotye ft. Kimbra 

Dear Janie,

It's been two years, two months and sixteen days since we ended things. That's a long time since I last felt alive, a long time since I last had a full heart, a long time since I last saw you. I wish it didn't end the way it did. If anything, I wanted the last time I see you - face to face - you'd look the best I've ever seen you. But you didn't. Your wavy hair was all messy and greasy, sticking up being all over the place. Your face was puffy and red from all the crying. Your lips looked like they were about to bleed from you biting them so much. Your clothes were old and dirty, like you were wearing them to be comfy. You didn't look like yourself. Yet that's all I see you as now.

You might be wondering, why now? Why now have I started writing to you? Well, I saw your face on the cover of a magazine today. You didn't look like anything I could remember you as. Your hair wasn't all over the place, it was shorter in a bob and it was perfectly styled. Your face wasn't puffy and red from crying, it was made up beautifully with makeup. Your lips weren't about to bleed, they were smiling brightly painted a peachy nude colour. Your outfit wasn't old and dirty, you looked gorgeous all dressed up. It was the first time I smiled in years when I saw that cover. But then I stopped. I saw why you were on the cover; you were smiling because you had a ring on your finger and another man's arm wrapped around your waist.

That hurt. That hurt a lot. But I deserve it and so do you. You deserve so much better than me. Whoever the guy is, he is the luckiest man in the world. I deserve to feel this pain; I didn't treat you the way I promised. I promised you so many things that I couldn't keep. And it's killing me knowing that your new guy has kept his promises. If he makes you happy, it'll make me happy. That's a promise I can keep.

I remember the day we first met. I remember everything about that day. I remember that summer had finally arrived in London, the sun shining down bringing out all of the colour the city has. The trees were slowly browning, everyone I saw was smiling. It was the first class of the year; everyone was nervous sitting in the lecture hall with their laptops out. The first year of university, even though it was stressful for some, was just a taster for what would happen for the next three years. I recognised some faces from classes the year before, I didn't talk to anyone in my first year and I didn't plan to until the end.

I was sitting Row G Seat 8. My laptop, notepad and pen were all laid out and my bag placed on the seat next to me. I wasn't trying to make friends, I wanted to learn and finish university as fast as I could. I looked so bored, some people were chatting, some were looking around and I definitely noticed them furrow their brows at the sight of me. Me sitting there in my half buttoned red plaid shirt, black ripped skinny jeans with my tattoos showing. Why would a guy like me being studying a degree in English Creative Writing? Or they might have been thinking why the hell I stayed or why the hell did I show up? I rarely went to class in Freshman year.

I dreaded every minute sitting there. I wanted the lecture to start and to get it all done then leave. Then you walked in. You wearing your dark floral crop top, black skirt, backpack and sunglasses. You looked taller than the average but then I noticed how high your heels were, they must have been over 4 inches high. Your circled sunglasses were covering your eyes, your long hair pushed to the side all wavy and your lips were plump and nude. You were beautiful, you still are beautiful, you always will be beautiful in my eyes. I don't think I saw anyone as beautiful as you in my entire life up until that point. I didn't think that beauty even existed. This is sounding ridiculously cheesy and I know if you were reading this, you would be rolling your eyes with a big grin on your face.

My eyes followed you as you walked down the steps to my row, looked around then sat seven seats away from me. Everyone was whispering and looking at you, I could see that you were getting a bit uncomfortable but you got your laptop and notepad out ignoring them all. I knew you were new, I would've recognised you in Freshman year if you were in our class. You slid your sunglasses off and put them in your bag which was on the chair next to you, closer to me. Playing with my lip, I couldn't take my eyes off you and when you raised your head and we made eye contact, when I first saw those green eyes, I felt as if something hit me. We just looked at each other for at most 2 seconds, but it felt like forever. 

In a good way. In a cool way.

Love, Harry X