Ever Since New York

Chapter 2: New York

It was New Years Eve, 2015. I was finally 21, the legal drinking and gambling age in the U.S. My girl friend and I  decided that we were going to spend our NYE in the greatest state to celebrate it in; New York.

Still at this age I never forgot about Harry. How could I? He was everywhere! Selling out show after show. Selling out Madison Square Garden in 11 minutes; insane.

I couldn't build up the courage to text him about his successes either and it broke my heart every day.

Our first day in New York, I saw that Harry's band would be performing and I figured that this had to mean something. It had to. Maybe I should text him.

~Texts to Harry~

M: Is this Harry Styles?

-10 minutes later-

H: This is him? Who are you? How did you receive my number? I swear if this is a paparazzi, I will flip!

M: no no. It's an old friend of yours. Macey...

-2 minutes of the speech bubble floating about-

H: Macey? My Macey? The Macey that I grew up with? No! This has to be a joke!

M: It's really me, Harry. Don't know if this means you're happy or upset.

H: A little bit of both. I mean it's been years. I felt so alone without you for a long time.

M: Yeah I guess that's kind of my own fault for abadoning you. I'm so so sorry for that Harry.

H: Don't be. I finally inderstood where you were coming from. You were my best friend and our lives just wanted to go different ways. There hasn't been a day where I don't think about you. Even if it's only a little bit.

M: That means so much Harry. I feel the same way.

M: But anyways, I'm sure you are wondering why I am texting.

H: Not in the slightest...jkjk

M: Don't push it Styles 

H: Sorry. Carry on.

M: Well I'm in New York currently for NYE, and I couldn't help, but see your face every where.

H: Ahhh yes! What hotel are you staying at?

M: Hilton Times Square

H: Well, what do you know? I am too!

M: Floor? Room #?

H: Penthouse with the boys. You?

M: Floor 10, room 1015

H: Be there in 5

~End of texts~

And just like that, my childhood friend would finally be in my reach...

As I waited for Harry to show up at my door, I freshened up my face and cleaned up my semi messy hotel room. As I was stuffing my clothes inside the drawers, I heard a loud knock at my door. I rushed over to the door, put on a calm face, and open it to his beautiful emerald green eyes and tall, awkward figure.

"Well, well, well, look who it is," he says in his low, British tone. My heart was beating so fast and it felt like I was just staring at him for hours, I mean who wouldn't want to. Next thing I know, I'm in his arms, in his warm, familiar embrace. "Oh, how I've missed you," he says, his voice vibrating against my cheek as it rests against his chest. His heart was beating a lot faster than mine I think. After a few seconds, I speak.

"Harry, I'm so so sorry...."