The Boy Next Door || Harry Styles FanFic

Chapter 3

A/N: okay guys get ready, this is where things start getting more...exciting? I guess. Well, that's for you to decide anyways. :)

*Four Years Later*

Harry's POV

"Harry can I have a picture!"

"Harry can I please have a hug!"

"Harry I love you!"

I heard all of the fans screaming numerous sayings from outside. I love all my fans dearly, but it gets overwhelming sometimes you know? The constant mobbing, pushing, and screaming would be hard for anyone to handle. But, in my opinion it's all worth it.

The lads wold be over in a couple minutes or so, so I finished picking up a little bit before they got here. I sat on the couch, scrolling through my twitter timeline. The fans got even louder outside, that's when I knew that the other boys were here. A few moments later I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find Liam, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall all outside my door. They walked in and sat down.

"Hey lad, what have you been up to?" Liam asked.

"Nothing really. Just been working on some vocal excersizes and listening to the fans all day", I said.

"Cool man. You know, I still can't believe we're already on our third tour as a band", Zayn said.

"It's crazy, WWA is going to be huge. Massive even", Louis said.

"Yeah, it's nice to be back out on stage again with the fans. And you guys of course", Niall said.

We all nodded in response, then we went over the set list again to make sure we had each song down. We hung out after that for a bit and then they had to go back to their hotel rooms to get ready for the show tonight. Actually, it starts in an hour. All the fans were evacuated. Probably to leave to get to the concert.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and for some reason. i didn't feel the same. I felt ... incomplete maybe? I don't know. I don't know what i would be missing. I've done this plenty of times before, I don't know why I'm feeling so down now.

Get a hold of yourself. You're Harry Styles. The member of one of the most famous bands through out the world. Don't let this silly emotion get to you.

And on that note, I was ready. I left my hotel room to get to the venue. Time to start the show.

Jenni's POV

"Andrea, were going to be late. My gig starts in 10 minutes!" I yelled throughout the house.

She came running down the stairs in hurry.

"Sorry, I thought I had an extra ten minutes. Let's go!" she said.

We ran outside and into the car, then I quickly drove away from my house. It takes me just ten minutes juat to get to place so I already knew I was going to be in trouble with my manager and the owner of the coffee shop. About nine minutes passed by and we made it to the shop. I ran in holding my guitar, but I was shortly stopped by my manager. I knew it.

"Jennifer, you are becoming a very irresponsible client. You're lucky you weren't late, again" he said sternly. Dan is usually a very chill guy, but not when his clients upset him.

"Sorry Dan, I got a little side-tracked back home", I said.

"Well don't let it happen again. Now, go kill that performance", he said with a small smile.

I smiled back and walked on the stage with my guitar. I pulled out a stool and cleared my throat, which all eyes were immeadiantly on me.

"Um, hi I'm Jenni, and tonight I'll be singing one of my original songs. It's called Before You Go, hope you enjoy".

I started strumming on my guitar and I soon began to sing the melody to one of the many songs I've written. I've been doing this for about four years now, ever since, well you know, he left. But after that I decided I wanted to focus on my singing career but look where that's got me. For the past four years I've been singing at this coffee shop, trying to hopefully be discovered some how. But I guess that's hard when you live in a small town like Princeton, New Jersey.

But, I really need to start getting serious with my career, I mean I'm 22 for crying out loud I need a real job. And there's no way I want to go back to working at that bakery.

Once I was done performing I walked off the stage and went over to the line to get a coffee. I figured hey mine as well get a coffee while I'm here. I stood in line, waiting forever. The line was so long, this place is usually pretty packed on Friday nights. Apperantly it's a big hangout place.

Harry's POV

We just finished our concert and I'm so tired. All the boys are super energetic right now, but I feel as if I'm going to pass out from being so tired. We're in the tour bus at the moment and I'm on my phone while the lads are chasing eachother around.

"Hey Harry, we're going to go outside and play some football right now. Want to join us?" asked Louis.

"Nah, I'm good. I think I'm going to go to get some coffee or something to wake me up a bit", I said.

"You sure? It's really nice out", Niall said.

"I'm fine"

I walked to my car and started the egnition. I drove off and I already knew where I was going. I was home. Back in Princeton. It's been ages since I've been here, I've just never felt the need to come back. Sure, I wasn't born here, clearly because of the british accent, but I did spend a lot of time here before my career took off. That's the only reason why I ever left in the first place. I was so happy here, with her. I know I never talk about her, but she's always been on my mind. On stage, during interviews. Everywhere. I can't help but to wonder where she is now. She's proabably moved on by now. I mean, it has been four years. 

It's funny because I didn't even mean for this to happen. I never meant to try out for X-Factor and leave this town. She's the one who wanted me to go and try out because she claimed to have had seen star potential in me. I would always laugh when she said that because she had just as good as a voice as me, if not even better.

But once I got in and the actauly competition started, things got crazy. I always said I'd call her every day, but I'm such a jerk that I started forgetting to and we soon lost touch. Ever since then I haven't seen nor spoken to her.

 Maybe that's why I've been feeling so down lately. I miss her. I would give anything to see her. She probably hates me but I would still want to talk to her. I don't know though, chances of seeing her again are very slim. I mean, she could be anywhere by now.

Anyways, I drove to the little coffee shop I used to go to all the time, they had the best coffee probably known to man. This will be good for me anyways, getting my mind off of everything and just going down memory lane. I parked my car in the parking lot and walked inside. The familiar smell of ground coffee filled my nose when I walked in and I sighed in delight. The line was pretty long, but it was always like that. This is appearantly one of the biggest hangouts in town. I got in line and waited a few minutes, when all the sudden I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Harry?"

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oooohhhh cliff hanger :)

sorry if the story seems to be going by so fast. it's just im so excited to get to the actual plot of the story. eeppp i cant wait

hope you're enjoying this story so far! oh and dont forget to check out my other fanfic 100 Days it's a Niall one. 

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