In Love With Harry Styles

Prologue

This is my first ever story on here. I might not be the best writer, but I hope you enjoy.

Prologue

I was 5 years old at the time. I was living in England with my two parents and my older brother, Daniel. I loved my life and I enjoyed it every single day. But that was when I met him. A boy. A cute boy with a cute smile. The first day in 1st grade I saw him. I saw that boy, dressed in normal England clothes. He was adorable. The first time I ever layed eyes on him that was when I started to really like him. He sat down at the same table as me and then he just started to look at me. I was drawing something on a white piece of paper, but then I put the crayons down. I started to stare at him. I know that staring isn't polite, nor does anyone like when people stare, but I didn't know any better at this age. The boy was starring at me as well. Then that was when he started to talk in his English accent:

"Hey babe," He says, in a cute boy voice. I was almost giggling. His voice was the cutest. I never met a boy like him. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless.

"What's your name?" He asked me. He was so cute! What can I say? I already got a crush.

"Rosie."

"That's perfect. I'm Harry."

Harry. Harry. Perfect. Loved it. He has the best name I ever heard.

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We were playing at recess time. Harry was flirting with all the girls, but he mostly had his eyes on me. He thought I was the most prettiest girl he ever saw. I really enjoyed the attention from him. He was really a sweet guy. That was when I thought of something from my 5 years old mind. Could I really date or even make this guy my boyfriend? My parents were telling me stories of how they met each other. I didn't really get why they were telling me this when I was just so young, but they were. I didn't get love. I was too young to understand or understand a lot of things that is. Love. Love. I could say it a lot. I could say it all day. But what does it even mean?

"Rosie!" Harry shouted. I looked at him and he was like Mr. Popular in 1st grade. Every girl and boy loved him. I loved him. I loved him even at the first time I layed my eyes on him.

"Yes?" My mother always told me if someone was calling my name, the polite thing to say is to say yes. I could say what, but that could mean many things.

"Can I talk to you in private, babe?" He asked.

"Sure!"

I followed him over to a safe place to talk in private. I was only 5 years old and this guy was asking to talk in private. I thought it was cute.

He didn't talk at first which I didn't really get, but he started to stare at me and he was smiling. I loved him smile and he loved mine. We were perfect.

"Rosie, I love you." There he goes saying that word 'love.' I don't even know what love really means and then he goes and says it to me. He doesn't know me that well and already he said he loved me. We were hanging out all day and we were really getting to know each other.

"I know it's pretty weird. Like I love you as a best friend, but then I have another feeling for you. It doesn't make sense." Of course it didn't. How could you love someone as a best friend and then love them more than that? It doesn't make sense to me at all. Does Harry even think it makes any sense?

"I love you too." I said it. I didn't really know what it means, but I could say I was in love and that was true.