The Opening Act | Harry Styles

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It's been two days since I last saw Clem... and Adrienne. I haven't bothered to text Clem, only to ask for her apartment number. I think she took notice of my silence; I wondered if she knew why I was sulking.

That baby, Max, was a rude awakening. He was my past in human form.

"So today I am assigning a task for you all. This is an independent task." I finally began to listen to my lecture, it seemed important. It drew to the end of my Film class.

"This is an all year project, and it'll be due the two days before school ends. I want you guys to dig deep for this one, make it special. I want you to create a documentary on someone or something that has made an impact in your life," my film teacher, Mr. Walsh said, using his hands to emphasize his words. "I advise you to take all the things we've learned in this class and use it in your film to make it all the better. I and a few other colleagues will be deciding on the top three films to be used as the opening act to a very skilled director, William Hunter."

This caught my attention. William Hunter was a world renowned short film director, he's what made me want to pursue film making. I had to win this, it's a huge opportunity. And it'll show people how well I am with a camera.

"That's the end of class, you may go."

I eagerly got up from my seat. As I walked down the few steps from the seating area, I began to ponder ideas for my film.

I was minding my own business as I walked out of my classroom, and film hall. The cold air ambushed me, forcing me to put my hands in coat pockets. I was walking down the street back to my dorm, which was about five minutes away.

"Harry!" I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Adrienne. I was somewhat happy to see her. But the guilt and anger from our past overpowered my happiness.

"H-hi," I said to her.

"Can we talk... for a minute, please," she pleaded. I was going to say no, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, I realized she was sincere.

"Yeah, sure." I lead her to a park bench that was near. I was nervous to talk to her. I haven't seen her in about two years.

"I didn't think you were gonna agree to talk," she nervously laughed. "I, uh, just wanted to say that—I don't what I wanted to say actually."

"Yeah, me neither."

"H-how's Clem?" She asked. "I mean because it looks like you're happy with her."

I just looked at her, my eyebrows furrowed. She placed her hand on my thigh and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"I'm just happy to see you've moved on, you know?" She quickly took her hand off of my thigh. She looked down at her lap. This was awkward.

"She's great. We've only started seeing each other last week," I answered quietly.

"I was gonna ask you to dinner—"

"Why?" I questioned. I was getting mixed feelings by this. The girl that I loved dearly is sitting in front of. I should take this opportunity. But a small part of me never wants to get involved with her again. We lost our love years ago.