Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter One

*Two Years Later.*

Kendall’s POV:

     My alarm clock started blaring Chasing The Sun by The Wanted at seven thirty in the morning. I groaned as I hit the snooze button and stumbled out of the bed. Rubbing my face with my right hand, I walked into my bathroom and took a quick morning shower and brushed my teeth. After that, I walked out of the bathroom with nothing but my yellow towel wrapped around my wet naked body. Walking over to my closet, I pulled out my uniform. I was a waitress at the Starbucks in town, and it surprisingly paid very well. My uniform just consisted of fitted khaki pants and a green fitted polo top with the Starbucks logo above my left breast.

     Once I had my uniform on, I looked at myself in the mirror. Letting out a breath, I took my brush and ran it through my silky red hair and tied it into a French braid. When people think of red hair, they think of the ‘ginger’ or Ron Weasly type of hair. No, mine is the actual blood red color. My original color hair was dark brown, but when I moved here in London, I wanted to try something new. What better way than dying your hair a different color? And actually, a lot of people like my hair color, so it’s all good.

     After applying some make up, I was good to go. Grabbing my black iPhone 4s and wallet, I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. My flat was nothing special, it was just an average flat. It had a living room, kitchen, two bedrooms – one is mine and another is a guest room – and even a small balcony. It all felt cosy and safe – just the way that I like it. The landlord is a lady in her late sixties. Her name is Margaret, and she lives by herself. She’s really kind and caring, and she made the rent for my flat affordable for me. She’s like a grandmother to me, to be honest.

     Since I was not really that hungry, I just grabbed my car keys and left for work. I got into my midnight blue Nissan Altima and drove to work. It was a little quiet in my car – aside from the sound of the engine – so I turned on the radio. Soon enough, What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction started blaring through the speakers and my car was filled by five lads’ voices. Groaning, I quickly shut the radio off, making the previous silence return in the car. It’s not that I do not like those guys, it’s just that I despis a certain memeber of the band.

     A curly haired, green eyed, dimply memeber to be exact. Harry Edward Styles. Now, you might be wondering, ‘What do you have against Harry?’ Well, I’m here to answer that for you. When we both were really little back in Holmes Chapel, Harry and I were best of friends. We were joined at the hip; inseperable. When we were both about sixteen, we dated for a year. It was amazing. But of course, he had to go and ruin it. I had caught him kissing my other best friend, Emmalie. The next month, I had moved from Holmes Chapel and to London. I finished my last two years of high school here and graduated. I try so hard to forget about Harry, but of course, since he is so damn famous, that is nearly impossible.

     Shaking Harry out of my mind, I parked my car in the Starbucks’ parking lot and hopped out of the car. Walking into the café, the familiar scent of coffee greeted me and I smiled. I spotted my best friend, Chanel Santos working behind the cash register. Chanel was my first friend when I moved her; I met her in the high school I went to. We got to know each other a little more, and we became best friends soon enough. She is an amazing friend and I trust her with everything. She even knows about my past with Harry, but she is the only one here that knows. As I approached her, I saw that her usual wavy blonde hair was tied into a side pony tail and when she saw me, her brown eyes sparkled.

     “Hey, Ken-doll,” she grinned, using her pet name for me.

     I smiled. “Hey, Chanel,” I laughed. She is such an out going person, and she is always there for me. Plus, you don’t want to mess with her. She can go from sweet and innocent to frightening and mean.

     Chanel handed me my red notepad and pen and said, “There’s a table waiting for you in the back left corner.”

     I nodded and took the pen and pad from her and left. I walked past the tables and towards the back of the café. When I got there, I didn’t bother looking at the customers, seeing as they all were guys. They all were wearing dark sunglasses and there were five of them. They look suspiscious if you ask me. Flipping open my notepad and clicking my pen, I said in a friendly tone, “Hi, my name’s Kendall and I’ll be your server today. What can I get for you?”

     Instead of any of the five boys giving me their orders, a familiar husky voice asked, “Kendall? Is that really you?”

     I instantly froze. No, no, no, no! It can’t be true. What was he doing here? Wasn’t he on tour or something? I was so sure he was! From the corner of my eye, I saw the guy taking of his dark Ray Bans. Hesitantly, I looked up from my blank note pad and met the boy’s eyes. Eyes that I knew all too well. Those were the familiar eyes of my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend.

     Those were the startling green eyes of Harry Styles.