•old neighbors•

|chapter 1|

*ding dong ding*

I ran down the stairs and straight towards the front door knowing exactly who was behind it. I reached up for the knob and succeded opening the door. You could say I was bit eager to see this person, even though I see them pretty much everyday. It never mattered to me, if I could be with them all day I would but my mom never let me stay out past seven.

Once the door was open I gave them a big hug, but then stopped when I realized they weren't hugging me back. That wasnt like them, they always hugged me back. Why wasn't HE hugging ME? I took a tiny step back and looked him straight in the eyes and saw that there were tears rolling down his cheeks. This confused me, he never cried ever, not even when we were little. It was so unlike him that it took me a few moments to realize that I needed to see why he was indeed crying.

"Why are you crying Haz?"

"I'm moving."

That's all he said. Two words. Nothing more. He gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek, which he had never done before. He started to turn and walk down the pathway back to his house when I came to the conclusion that I was never going to see my best friend ever again. My best friend since we were in diapers. All of our memories we shared together came flooding through my mind. The time we first met at school on the playground, when we both lost our first tooth together, when we learned how to ride a two wheeler, all the movie parties and sleepovers. So many things have happened in the past 11 years with my partner in crime and now he's leaving me. He didn't even give me a warning. Nothing. Nada. How could he just leave me. We were going to graduate together go to highschool and college together. Everything together. Now none of that could happen.

I ran to him. I jumped on him and tackled him to the ground. If he was leaving he wasnt going without a fight from me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I realized I was crying just as he was.

"My dad got a job offer."

"Where?" Please don't be far away, please.

"New York."

I broke down. His arms came around me and hugged me the way they always do. I felt safe in Harry's arm, he was the only boy I trust in my life. The only one who understood me. The only one to protect me. And now he was leaving me. Just like my father did. This hurt more than when my dad hit me. This hurt my heart. It was broken. I was broken. All because of this boy who I called my best friend. Harry Styles.

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That was nine years ago. A lot has changed in nine years. Harry was now famous and lining in NY, and I was still me. Max Brown. Nothing has really changed, I just grew up. You could say my life sucked after Harry left. My mom started dating again and it didn't turn out well. My mother was no longer the kind women that made me cookies and kissed my boo boos when I was younger. I guess Harry changed my family a lot. But enough about him, I was over him. He left me. I couldn't think about the what ifs or what could have been because they never happened and they never would. I finished out grade school and then went on to graduate high school at the top of my class. I still haven't decided on a college since my sister is moving to New York, I wasn't sure if I was going with her.

"Max, you need to come with me. You will never achieve anything in this town. It will only bring you down." My sister Jess told me.

You could say Jess became my mother because let's face it my real one sucked. She got me through everything. She was more than a sister to me and if going to New York would make her happy then I would go because that is what she makes me.

"But Jess where am I going to go to college, I have already missed a year."

"Hun there are tons of options, its New York."

"What would I even do?"

"Max are you joking, you are one of the best dancers I have ever seen. I'm sure you could get into a fine arts school, no problem."

"But dont you have to be able to sing to?"

"Oh Max your singing voice isn't bad at all and if you go they will teach you."

"But Jess what college?"

"Hm what about....Nyada?"

"That's one of thee toughest schools to get into J."

"You are a bright, beautiful, talented young women Max any college would be damn lucky to have you."

This made me emotional. Out of all the shit I've been through in my life this girl has always seen the best in me. And honestly I have been dancing since I could walk so why not try to see if I have the potential to get into a amazing college. Its about time I did something for myself. And this way I won't have to think about him.

"You know what, you're right let's go to New York."

And this is where my journey began.