Secret Summer (Harry Styles)

Prologue

The world might be sunny-side up today.

The big ball of yellow might be spilling into the clouds, runny and yolky and blurring into the bluest sky, bright with cold hope and false promises about fond memories.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it's dark and wet today, whistling wind so sharp it stings the skin off the knuckles of men.

Well, only one way to find out.

I stood up, took a deep breath, and looked outside my window. Okay, I was right about it being a sunny day. Glancing around, I recalled the memories made in this neighborhood. All the laughter, drama and of course the pranks. It still is fresh as I remember it. But is it possible I was changed tremendously by that experience?

For some unknown reason, I was feeling down. Why did I have to bother to start caring? To start feeling? I was downright confused about my own feelings. If you'd told me I'd possibly be feeling this way months ago, I'd kicked your ass and laughed at your face. But now, something was different.

But all I know was that I hated the fact that I no longer had a reason to speak to him, much less see him. My life was back to 'normal', as normal this place could get. But I knew my life would never be the same now.

He had enthralled me, beguiled me in to his heart, and of course into mine as well. But I knew he wouldn't spare me a second glance now. I mean why would he when he had all that fame?

However I try to deny it, I know I had thoughtlessly fallen for The Harry Styles.