The Way Words Taste|| H.S

Our Beginning

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Harry Styles POV

Three years prior...

"Hello Harry!" Susan cheers in her thick Irish accent.

"Susan!" I hug her small, frail body for what seems to be the first time in eons. Susan owns the book store right beside my downtown apartment, I visit whenever my schedule permits it.

Susan shuffles back and looks me up and down. "Where have you been son? You look amazing! I haven't seen you in ages!"

I feel bad for not seeing her sooner, Susan is growing old but I've just been so busy. 

"I apologize Susan, things have been crazy at work, but I have made it a priority to visit you as much as I can." I sigh. She looks slightly disappointed but nods and starts toward the staircase.

"If a young lady comes in here asking for her order could you handle it for me?" She asks, but more-so states.
"Well actually I c-" I start.
"Thank you Harold!" She cuts me off. Classic Susan.

I take in my surroundings. Coming back here makes me feel 16 again. The aroma of the delicious apple pie Susan cooks before the store opens is still present. The walls are a deep red and the paint is sort-of peeling, this store hasn't had a touch up since the late 90's. Susan leaves the windows open to allow outside air to flow since the air conditioning is long gone. Currently I'm not enjoying this decision because it is 22 degrees, and snowing. As I look around I am honestly surprised anyone visits this place anymore. Although for me the quality has no effect on my feelings, this store definitely has a special place in my heart; as well as Susan. I walk towards the movie section, finding my favorite , The Truman Show. It's an extremely trippy movie, which use to make me rethink dancing naked in my room. Of course that never stopped me. I carry the DVD along with me to the register and wait for this "young woman" to come so I can leave. The meeting starts in 10 minutes and I'd really hate to be late.
I sit and stare at the ceiling, reminiscing on my many experiences at this small, run down, sweet smelling home; full of my childhood memories, mostly miseries.

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8 years earlier
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"Susan! How does my hair look? Is it to much?" I panic looking in the mirror at my flat hair. "Susan, why did we straighten it!"

"Harold don't worry son," Susan hands me the corsage, "you look handsome as ever!" I grin, always valuing Susan's opinion.

I look at my outfit, black and white tuxedo with a pink flower pinned near my heart. At this point there is no doubt in my mind that Lauren will love the way I look. I feel my phone buzz revealing a text from Lauren.
"I'm here Harry. Come quickly we don't have time."
I instantly frown at the news but grab the corsage and hurry down the stairs.

"Susan we can't take pictures, I will be back soon. She wants to leave now." I state, Susan yells something back but I don't hear it as I swiftly run down the stairs and through the door.
I scan around and find Lauren exiting her a limo. I've never seen one of those in real life.

"Harry" she gasps, "what have you done to your hair!" 

I instantly turn red, "My hair?" I touch the top of my head and realize what she's meaning. "Oh," I chuckle "Susan straightened it for me, something new eh?" I shuffle nervously hoping the laugh masked my embarrassment.