Chapter One: The Start of His Success

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Harry and I have been best friends since we were small. We were inseparable and unstoppable. Or so we thought...

"(Y/N), I'm in a boy band now! Isn't that great?"

"Of course it is, Harry! I saw on TV. Let's celebrate tonight at the Beachwood Cafe."

"That sounds amazing, (y/n). See you at eight?"

"You know it, superstar."

I hang up with a smile and a small laugh. 'He really did it, huh. My best friend is in a boyband. Finally living his dream.' I look up at the clock in my living room and the time reads six o'clock. I get up off the couch and head to my room to get ready. I pick out my favorite dress/shirt and pants with my heels/sneakers then do my makeup and hair. By the time I'm ready to go out the door, it's seven-thirty. I get into my car and drive to our favorite cafe downtown. We always go there to hang out together. If it's not there, it's Harry's house. I walk through the cafe doors and find our favorite table and sit down. Harry still hasn't arrived yet. It doesn't surprise me because he's always fashionably late. I think it's because he likes the attention. He finally arrives at eight-fifteen. I smile as he walks to the table and sits down in front of me.

"So, what will it be today? Tea, pop, scones..."

"I was thinking of Tea and a burger. How about you, superstar?" I grin at the new nickname I've given him.

"Hmm. I'm not sure. I was thinking of a record label and sold-out stadiums." He laughs and so do I.

"What are you doing tomorrow, (y/n)?" 

"I don't know, why?" I hand the menus to the waitress after we order.

"Meet me at my house tomorrow at six. Don't ask questions." He orders with that certain look in his eye that he always has when he's thought of another one of his big plans.

"Okay, I'll be there." I smile.

We finish eating and I drive home. I head upstairs and take off my makeup then change into my pajamas. 

"What show will it be tonight? Hmm. Let's watch The Office."

I lay down in my bed and soon fall asleep. Until tomorrow, Harry.

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