Empty Hallways (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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5pm.

That's my queue to disembark this place. I pick up my handbag from below my desk, close my laptop, grab my folder and walk out of my office. I switch the light off behind me and wave goodbye to a few of my closer colleagues whilst departing the building. Fiddling with my keys and trotting to my car, I eventually unlocked the door swiftly and entered the vehicle with grace... to an extent...

Sighing in relief and starting the car, I allow the air conditioner to breeze onto my relaxed muscles. After a few minutes of subtle mitigation of stress. I properly start up the car and allow the engine to roar.

"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigare-"

"Are you serious!" I yell-groan, harshly punching the mute button on the radio. It's been like a year since he's released this song, yet it's still playing on the radio. I lay my head back and reach my hand up to entwine my locket around my fingers.

I'm aware that Harry has released his album, and he's solo at the moment. However I can't bring myself to listen to it. For obvious reasons...
The only songs I know are 'Sign of the Times' and 'Kiwi' however I only get to "just stop your crying" in Sign of the Times and "She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes" in Kiwi before I switch off the radio or I mute it.

I drive home in silence and head into my apartment, becoming slightly concerned when Lulu doesn't greet me me a wagging tail.

"Lulu." I call, no reply.

Out of instinct I reach into the potted plant next to the front door and pick up my fake gun, that looks astonishingly real. I slowly prowl through my apartment until hear a small squeak. Moving towards my office I peak around the doorframe and see my desk chair facing away from the door. I pull out my fake gun and point it at the chair. It slowly spins around to show my best friend Cleo patting Lulu.

"Phoe! Chill out! It's just me.." Cleo jumps, letting go of Lulu and allowing her to run me and let me pick her up and hug her. Her tiny tongue licked all over my face and I giggled.

"It's fake bub. Uh dur. We are in Australia. We can't legally have guns here." I chuckle, scratching Lulu's belly before placing her on the ground to go eat some yuck dog food. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh so like. Well-" She fiddles with the pens on my desk before they all topple on the floor. I sigh and fold my arms, shaking my head at Cleo as she herds all the pens together and chucks them on the desk.

"You know what. We need wine." She concludes. Standing up and heading into the kitchen she grabs a random bottle of red wine along with two wine glasses.

I sit at the island and swing around on the bar chair. "What's this all about." I ask pushing my body around on the chair.

"Drink first." She pushes the now full wine glass toward me and stares at me. Waiting for me to take a sip. I hesitantly take a sip and delicately place the glass back on the island.

Cleo ponders discreetly before making her way over toward me and sits reluctantly at the spinning chair next to me.

"So you're like my best friend Cleo..." She begins. With a raise of my eyebrows I grab my glass of wine and chug the whole thing.

"Phoe.."

"What? If you start a conversation like that it definitely can't be good." I gulp and wipe my mouth.

"Well. Because I'm not really close to anyone else and I didn't wanna go alone... I bought tickets to a Harry Styles concert and I know you don't like him but I really wanted to go so I bought two mosh pit tickets." She stops. "And also you have to go. No exceptions."

My dropped jaw snaps close as I rub my temple and control my breathing. "Cleo. I would've said maybe if we were in seats but I can't go to that! There's no way in hell."

"Well. I'll start questioning why you're so adamantly against him and hate him if you don't come." She folds her arms.

My eyes widen before I roll them and huff rather loudly. Clutching my locket tightly I bite my lip and finally begin to speak.

"First of all that's emotional blackmail." I point at her smirking face, "and second of all, that's my private business and no one knows okay? But if it will shut you up... I'll go to the stupid concert... alright?"

"Yay!" She screams, hurdling towards me and engulfing me in a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Don't push it Cleo..." I threaten with a wink.

"Alright. So, okay. Well the concert is in a week and we will take the train up because stuff trying to get parking. I got to get close so we'll head up at ten in the morning and wait till the show starts. Got it?" She explains.

"Ten in the fucking morning Cleopatra! Are you serious! There's no way." I groan and push her away. Storming off into the living room.

"Hey. What did I say about no exceptions." She fold her arms.

"I hate you so much." I flop onto the couch and rub my head in circles. I grab the tv remote and and turn on the television. Looking out my apartment window at the beautiful Sydney skyline.

"Well. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 11 to go clothes shopping for the concert. You should call work for next Friday and take an annual leave day and I'll leave you to your thoughts." She wraps up and bids farewell, leaving my apartment and shutting the door behind her.

I slouch on the couch further and close my eyes, facing my head towards the ceiling. Somehow, a part of me wants to see him again. It's been over 8 years since we've spoken and seen each other, if he doesn't remember me than that's probably better for him. It means he doesn't have to go all Taylor Swift and write a breakup song about me.

The selfish part of me wants him to see my face. To remember us, cause I do miss him, dearly. But I did what was best for us and I'd rather not implode his entire career by burdening him with me again. Harry was such a kind boy and I highly doubt he would've fully forgotten me, but he would have at least moved on, but lucky enough he has according to the news articles I use to read.

After a series of constant, self deprecating thoughts, I came to the conclusion that going to this concert is probably one of the worst and stupidest things I'm ever going to do.

I opened up the locket around my neck and took out the piece paper Harry left for me. Nothing else will do. What does that mean. I could never truly decipher the meaning behind the last note I received from him. 'Nothing else will do' meaning our relationship was the best and he won't find anyone better or like is it something like a code or phrase. I don't know, I don't think I'll ever know. With a sigh I place the now folded piece of paper into my locket and delicately close it. I know I'll never get over him, that's why I believe I've held onto this note for so long. I just hope my world doesn't come crumbling down around me at this concert.

During my personal monologue, my phone vibrates. I open it to reveal a text from Cleo.

Call your boss now! Don't forget to set your alarm for  9:30 ish so you have time to get ready in the morning for shoppin' !!! Woooo !!! Love you the mostest xxx

With a chuckle I bluntly respond with a "K." and open contacts to call my boss. After a few rings she answers and I explain to her that I have family thing coming up next Friday last minute and question the possibility of acquiring one of my annual leave days, which she unquestionably agrees willingly too.

Deciding I'm too tired to deal with anything else today and grab my dog and phone and walk into my bedroom, jumping onto the cushioned mattress without hesitation. I allow Lulu to snuggle in the covers with me and I set my alarm for 9:30 in the morning. After closing my eyes i was soon given the ability to sleep and my dreams consisted of the curly haired boy who once was my main focus in life.
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Hi guys, I hope people actually like this book lol, and read of course... have a good day !