One Way or Another

Prolouge

-Prologue-

I remember the day we met. I was playing with the toys in the small classroom. There were blocks and man, who didn't love playing with the blocks? Those things were defiently better than doll houses and barbies. I had been building this really cool -at least to me- tower, when a hand took a block from the bottom causing my entire formation to crash and fall onto a girls lap. She started screaming bloody murder. The teacher came rushing over to us and asked who dumped blocks onto her. I pointed to the brown headed boy beside me and he pointed his finger at me. She started to yell at both us, which frankly, scared the begeebies out of me. And so I did what most little kids would do when they got scared. I cried.

"I'm sorry" he blurted out, holding out the stolen block to me. I was shocked.

I wiped away my tears and took the block from his hand.

"Can I play too?" he asked, looking at me with puppy eyes.

I finally got a good chance to look at him. He had green eyes and brown hair, that had a few random curls in there. He also had dimples that you could see even though he wasn't smiling.

I nodded my head, happy that I finally had found a person who liked to play with blocks too. "I'm Harry and I'm six." he held up four fingers. Obviously this Harry couldn't count.

I shook my head. "No, this six." I said holding up my own hands and counting the six fingers out-loud for him. He looked at the ground sheepishly. "It's ok" I said trying to balance the red block in top of the purple one. "My name is Aurora" I said slowly, trying hard not to pronounce my r's like w's. He smiled at me.

"I'm going to call your Rory, Aurora is to difficult." he said laughing.

That was the day I got my name that basically everyone calls me, even my parents. And that was also the day I met my very best friend, Harry Styles.