More Than This {Harry Styles}

Chapter 1~ New Beginning

Harry talked about his singing dreams all the time with me. He wanted to try out for X-Factor, and win somehow, stealing the show, and winning everyone's heart. Well, he won my heart, but I was only speaking for myself.

He called me later on that evening, crying slightly.

"Peyton, I didn't make it." he said.

Relief ran through me, but so did guilt. Why was I happy his dream didn't come true? I felt selfish.

"Oh Harry. What happened?" I asked.

"They were saying all of the names of the people who made it through, and my name wasn't called."

"If they don't think you have talent, I don't think they should be judging."

He sighed. "Thanks. Oh Peyton, they want me for an interview or something. I'll call you back in a couple minutes."

"Alright sounds good."

"Love ya." he says, hanging up.

"I love you too." I whisper.

I set my phone down on my pillow, and layed on my back facing the celing. Then it dawned on me.

Why would they want him for an interview?

I closed my eyes for a few minutes, thinking about Harry coming home. Life would be normal again.

My phone vibrated my bed. It was Harry.

"Hey Harry!" I said, cheerfully.

"Peyton. You'll never believe what happened." he said, overly excited.

"What?"

"I got put in a band with four other lads. I'm still in the competition!"

My heart sank. How long was he going to be away this time?

"That's great! Who are they?" I asked, trying to keep my voice in a happy tone.

"Their names are Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam."

"Nice. I'm really happy for you Harry."

"Thanks Pey. You should come and meet them!"

"Yeah. That'd be really fun."

"Well, I have to go again Peyton. I love you. Text you later."

"Love you too."

He hung up and I wouldn't talk to him for who knows how long. I got up and went downstairs into the kitchen where my mom was setting the table for dinner.

"Hey Peyton, can you help me set the table?" she asked, setting the last plate down.

"Yeah sure." I say, taking silverwear out of the drawer, and placing it by the plates.

"Colton! Time for dinner!" my mom yelled down he hall to my little brother.

He ran into the kitchen, holding his little action-figure doll.

"What's for dinner mommy?" he asked.

"Chicken. Now go sit down." she said, shooing him away.

He ran toward me and jumped into my arms. For being six, he was heavy.

"Peyton, when is Harry coming back?" he asked curiosuly.

My smile faded. "Um, he's not coming home for a while."

"But I miss him! And you do too!"

"Yeah I do."

"Do you love him?"