Non-existant ~ A Harry and Demi story

HEY GUYYYYSSS!!! So this is my first book!!!!

Its about a boy (Harry Styles) who decides to leave home because hes had enough of his dad and step mum. He takes a 2 day train ride from Denver to NYC, On the train he meets demi they fall in love la da da da da. ANYWAY. half way through the trip they decide to get of the train at a stop and spend the night at a mote, then hop on the next availble train to NY in the following morning, so they spend the night together and you know what happens. Moving on!. They arrive in NY but harry looses Demi at the train station (we all know Ny is busy) with no contact or number or anything, He rents a apartment and a few days later he finds in his bag a braclet she had worn that had her adress and full name (she was diabetic so she had one of those info braclet things) He goes to the adress and a old lady answers the door and somthing crazy and confusing happens and you actully need to read it cause yea !!!!\

SO!! that was a long intro any way now here is the story!!!

(oh and its set in the earlt 90's) and if the song doesnt work or doesnt load then search it up on you tube its "what makes you beautiful the 1975

Harrys POV  (harrys out fit: http://newzealandlovatic.tumblr.com/post/97797816958/x I know you cant click on the link on a phone but you can copy it on a computer so ya know and I have no idea how to have the photo at th begining on a chapter so yea sorry.

“Train 27 to New York City” an old lady with glasses lightly bridged on her nose shouted quietly. I picked the small brown leather bag up off the ground, It contained my life right now, it is all I have, scattered with miscellaneous items; few things I quickly grabbed from around my house in time before my father came home. I slowly stood up dragging my feet placed in my old ruined shoes along the ground towards the same lady who called the departure. I removed the hat perched on my head and handed her my ticket as she smiled lightly. But me on the other hand kept the same old bland expression. I boarded the train heading in the direction of the number of my seat. I had purchased a middle class ticket in hopes off a smaller crowd. The ticketing office person-lady told me there was only one ticket available in third class meaning heaps of peasants and poor, not my kinda taste. Nor either is first class full of babbling old rich people probably sneering at my choice of grungy clothing. As I came into the middle class cart I noticed a small-to my liking amount of people randomly scattered as the odd person held a half burnt cigarette in their fingers (A/N i know at somepoint they stoped allowing you to smoke indoors but I have no idea when that was so just go with it). Between around 30 seats, 2 in each row. No table no tray table, no nothing , just a seat. There where around 15 people. I counted the number of rows as I came across exactly what my ticket read “32 D”. I slightly looked down to notice a girl looking around my age, her appearance was to die for. Long brown hair falling in loose curls down her back, She was wearing a floral printed shirt with loose jeans and doc Martins and…..well what appears to be a flannel shirt tied neatly around her waist (Demis outfit- http://weheartit.com/entry/136350681?utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=image_share&utm_source=tumblr ). I couldn’t see her eyes or nose or lips fully as for she was looking out side the window in almost a dream state. But from what a small fraction from her that I could see I could tell that she was beautiful. I took another glance at my ticket now noticing she was sitting in my seat. I slightly coughed trying to gain her attention but failed miserably. “excuse me Miss, but I believe your in my seat” I said with my strong british accent flowing out my mouth. she looked at me a confused expression written on her face. She just looked at me not saying a word, after awkwardly waiting for her response which never came I gained her attention again “Miss?” She simply pointed to herself in a questioning matter still not speaking a word. “yes, you!” I responded. She sat up higher in her seat looking around the train at other people seated around the place. I followed her gaze noticing a few nearby passengers looking at me with mix of confusion and well……..I can’t explain the look. But if you saw a kid taking a broom stick on a date this would be the kinda look the kid would receive. I turned my stare back to her meeting her eyes for the first time. I was right about her being drop dead gorgeous. Her deep caramel eyes were specked with gold, High cheek bones, A jaw bone you could cut paper with, full plump lips and small almost unnoticeable freckles spotted across the bridge of her nose and natural stated face. “Uh yea sorry ill move” she said as she got up moving to the opposite side my seat across the isle. I placed my bag in the seat next to me in hopes of no one sitting there. I know I’m being unreasonable with the carte being so empty and the high chance of me not actually having to sit in the seat I had be allocated but people can sometimes but unusually strict about not being seating in your proper seat. I sat down sighing preparing for this almost 2 day trip. I closed my eyes to later reopen as a gut feeling appeared. I could feel eyes on me. I could see the girl staring at me out of the corner of my eye I turned to face her, and you know when you catch someone staring at you the a mediately look away? Yea? well she didn’t look away, she just keeping looking deep into my eyes. I looked away in hopes that she would stop looking, but she continued to stare. “uh….I would really appreciate it if you stop staring at me” I sorta harshly told her. This caused a man sitting a seat behind hers turn to face me as if I was talking to him. “sorry?” He asked clearly not getting that I wasn’t talking to him. “sorry that wasn’t meant for you” I responded as he looked at the seats around me with his eyebrows creased together. “I turned my gaze to her kinda being a hypocrite returning the favour of staring at her (note the sarcasm). I noticed she looked down sadly. “hey uh…..you can sit in the spare seat here if you like” I said as for I had kinda been a dick for her a felt well sorry and it was know fairly obviuos no other passengers were boarding because a little while ago I felt the train start to move. She beautifully looked back up at me with a pleading look on her face. As a way of invitation I moved my bag form the spare seat and ungracefully chucked it on the seat behind me seeing as no one was there. And patted the seat next to me, she quickly stood up and raced to the seat I offered her. She plopped down and turned to face me with a toothy grin. “Demi” she said holding out her hand, I lightly grabbed it “Harry”  

A/N soooooooooooooo how was it???? it sounded so much better in my brain but owell. 

since the is the first chapter of my first book im gonna say 5 votes till the next chapter. And the minitue it hits 5 votes it will be up cause I have alreay written it.....