It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER ONE: Big and Little Buddy

 “Be safe, Little Buddy!”

            “I will, and you too, Big Buddy!” I replied smartly trying to impersonate his tone as I step on my toes to reach the three-inch gap between our heights. He then, took a grip of my both arms, pulled me closer, scouted deeper into my eyes while I took courage not to chuckle and stare back at his glowing blue eyes. I can now feel my face is starting to heat up and feel awkwardness in the atmosphere. As soon as I realize we are playing the staring game, he started laughing, so as I join him. He then, pulled me closer and hug me so tight, so warm.

            “I just don’t wanna forget any single detail of your face. Gonna miss you.” Still squeezing me in his arms.

            “Why so serious? I’m gonna be back in four years.” I squealed on his chest.

            “It’s too long, you know. Different things might have happen.” He muttered to my hair.

            It seemed that he won’t let me go, so finally, “Uhm” I uttered, “you do want to let go,” I continued finding words, “of this hugging, right?”

            “No?!” He said contrarily. “Who told you I would do so? You’re mine, Charis Lynn Nicholson-Milton.” He always does that, announcing my entire name out loud. Sigh.

            “Ugh.” I push myself out of the warm hug and furrowed by eyebrows and pat his arms, “stop calling me…”

            “Yea, yea, stop calling you by your full name.” He grinned.

            “Call me just Charis and I’ll be all yours, because no one wants me to be theirs.” I jokingly proclaimed and extend my both arms to try giving him a quick squeeze.

            “Okay, Just Charis.” He chuckled to my hair as I loosen up my arms around his waist.

            “I’m really going to miss you, Niall.” As soon as these words came out at a serious tone, his cheeks are flushed pink while he put his both hands in his back pockets and gaze at his white converse.

            “I’m going to miss you the most, Charis.” He replied after few seconds and lifts his head to look into my eyes. I can see sadness through that made a churn in my stomach. All I can give him for now is a warm smile.

            Out of a sudden, the scene had changed to Nialler, performing on stage, singing. Wait, what was he singing?

 Finally, I woke up! As soon as I got into my senses, I immediately shut off my alarming phone who, rather which was singing.

            Just a dream, another spooky dream. I thought to myself. Maybe I’m just so missing my brother, not really the blood-related brother, but you know what I mean. Digging out all those naughty, sarcastic, funny, awkward and ridiculous memories that made me so comfy lying on my bed. My phone rings. With all my surprise, I wasn’t able to look who it was.

            “Who’s…” I was cut off by a storming mad man on the other line, “IF YOU’RE NOT YET HERE IN TEN, YOU HAVE TO FACE CONSECQUENCES, MARIA!” The mad voice shouted as if the phone was actually mad.

            As soon as it came to my senses that I was scolded again by our director, I immediately jump out of bed, grab my bag, slip in any pair of comfortable shoes I can see and run out of my flat to head to the studio for my afternoon theatre rehearsals.