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✖️✖️Author's Note✖️✖️
Hello my lovelies!!!

I have had so much going on that I literally forgot about this!! And when I did remember I apparently had writer's block. So THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who didn't completely banish this sometimes inactive writer.
Love you guys like Harry loves his hats.
A lot. 😉

Brooke's pov🍕🍴
Friday, an unbearable quarter of the way through November.
"I'm really thinking about going" I tell Emma. She laughs and I follow her out of our dorm and heading for our next class.
"I don't know maybe it'd be stupid to go"
I speed up as she does, and she notices me waiting for her to reply.
"Yeah it's uh, not so much a surprise as to say you are going to be going".
"What's that mean?" I say smiling and bumping her.
Sometimes if you don't know her well enough you'd think she was being bitchy but you just have to get used to her joking.
"Nothing bad.. It's just... that man could drop something a foot in front of him and you'd cross the country to pick it up".
I shrug, not letting her get to me.
"Yeah I guess it's just A: complicated and B: probably a lot of pent-up memories of wanting to be the one and thinking it'll never happen whereas now thinking it'll never happen again so I can't screw up the first time" I explain.
"Yeah, no I get that but..I don't know I guess I wouldn't understand what that's like.. I heard about his... Hospitalized incident. He really should watch I mean people are sick and he's a celebrity so-"
"What's your point?"
"I felt bad. Just that you didn't tell me"
"Yeah you know I'm sorry I don't really like discussing his.. Illnesses or when he's upset or something.." I let my sentence drag on as we enter the lecture room.
I take out my earphones and click them in place. As we're sitting down, I set my bag beside me and put one earphone in and hit shuffle, readying my notes.
Where Do Broken Hearts Go immediately begins playing and I smile, looking down to grab my pen and hide my grin.
"You know you can tell me anything right?"
I look at her, shocked.. That's not really something Emma would say but I'm glad she did.
"Thank you" I simply reply, adding a nod in and ending our conversation.
Just as the professor walks in Luke slides in and so does Dylan, beside me.
"What're you listening to? Luke asks smiling, and setting his books down.
"Pierce the veil" I lie.
What? They're my second favorite band.. I know it's kind of far off from One Direction but...
Luke picks up the other earphone and puts it in his ear. He motions toward my phone and I nod, picking it up and letting him forward through my music.
He flips to eighteen and I blurt "stop!" louder than I meant to.
"I've got a heart, and I've got a soul // believe me I, will use them both" Harry sings, making me slightly homesick (home as in, Harry's arms home) and I fumble with my notebook and multiple pens.
"This is Harry??" Luke guesses.
I nod and blush and he immediately begins whispering as the professor starts teaching binomial theorem.
"I've never heard him before.. He's really good".
I rest my chin on my left hand and absentmindedly slip out of class mentally.
"You're infatuated." Emma murmurs, switching her position and rolling her eyes at me.
Zany songs the chorus and I die a little inside.
Yep. Totally and completely infatuated.
'One more day' I remind myself, already wishing for the weekend.
🎶🎶🎶
The second I am dismissed from my last class, at about 3 pm I rush out.
"You going out tonight?" I ask Emma, assuming the answer was already yes.
"Nah"
"Good okay so- wait what?? Yes you are"
"No. I'm not." She insists.
I smile, putting my phone in pocket and rushing after her.
She always walks so damn fast her hair sways behind her.
"Well I am and I don't have anywhere to go. So why doesn't the drinker help the drink-e"
"Do you really wanna get drunk."
"Well no not really but.. Otherwise I'm just gonna give in and fly myself to wherever the hell the boys are and I'm trying hard not to"
"Why." she says, purposely using a flat tone.
"Because I need to focus and not be with him 24/7.. Now can we go out, please?"
"Alright see you when you get back" she says opening the dorm door and leaving me behind.
"Love you!" She says genuinely, as she closes the door.
"Ashleyyyy!" I yell, running toward her door and knocking.
She opens it and steps back motioning for me to come in.
"No thank you I just wanna know if...you maybe wanna go see a movie with me tonight?"
"Are you asking me out on a date." She says, her cheeks already turning a flowery shade of pink.
"NO I just.. I don't wanna stay in and read and be on Instagram all night.. Can we?"
"Yeah" she laughs "how bout that new horror movie?".
"Yeah sure fine whatever. So you'll go?"
"Yeah but what time and place are we gonna-"
"Okay thanks!! I'll see you in an hour"
I run back to the dorm, childishly.
I love horror movies, so this will be great. It's not that I'm avoiding making the "vacation" decision but I don't really wanna think about it and I just so happen to be in that kind of mood. The mood where you could careless where you go and when you'll be home because you know your homework and papers can be done tomorrow... I think everyone has a mood somewhat along those lines. Plus I'm not going to go get crazy.. I'm going to be drinking a slushy that'll turn my mouth a vibrant color and chewing on cookie dough bites while I wince at whatever blood filled scenes in whatever movie I agreed I'd go pay to watch.
I pull out a hockey hoodie that would more than match with my black, ripped skinny jeans resembling more like Luke Hemmings' rather than Harry Styles'. As I'm fixing my makeup my phone rings and I expect to answer my boyfriend but instead.. It's my mom.
"Hi Brooke how is everything!?" She says sounding way to happy.
"Um, good everything's very good. How about you guys?" I ask, referring to my step-dad and little brother.
"We're great! I see you on magazine covers now, you know.."
I struggle to hold my phone to my ear and fix my hoodie, half done with re-applying mascara.
"Yeah.. With Harry.. I've seen a couple, amazingly."
"How is Harry? You know we don't hear from you so much anymore.."
"Yeah I know mom. Sorry I'm just, caught up in my stuff right now. And Harry's good. He's great. He makes me so happy, Mom." I say, rubbing my hands on the washcloth I have sitting there next to my mirror.
"That's good, I'm glad he's good. So do you think you'll be coming for the holidays?"
"Yeah probably I guess I don't know yet Ma.. How's dad??" I say changing the subject.
"Him and his girlfriend are still fine." She says, not bothering to give me any extra information.
"Well I'm going out mom so can I talk to you la-"
"Where ya goin?"
"The movies."
"With Harry?" She asks.
"No, mom. He's in New Jersey, or something I don't know. I'm going with one of my friends.."
"Are you being safe?" She asks, her voice raising.
"Yes! Mom I am not talking about this right now with you... Or, ever. Is that what you called me about?"
"No.. I just don't hear from you anymore.. We miss you" she says, going soft.
"I miss you too, Mom" I say, pausing what I'm doing for a moment.
"You should ask Harry to come with you to meet us. Wow I never thought I'd say that.." She says laughing.
I set my stuff down and flop on the bed, delaying getting ready.
"Yeah I don't know.. That would be great but he only gets two weeks off of tour.. It's not fair to ask him not to see his family or only stop by."
"Okay." She says lightly.
"But I'll definitely let you meet him. He means so much to me Mom"
"Yeah now are you glad you made me pay for all those concerts when you're making out with him for free"
"MOM" I exclaim.
She laughs.
"Okay okay I'm sorry. So I'll let you go out with your friends. Keep your grades up Brooke." She reminds me.
"I know. Bye mom"
"Call me soon" she says, and hangs up.
Finally given a chance to get ready, not without much irritation from Emma's looks, I dress in tribal black and white leggings, and leave on my previous shirt from the beginning of today, and check my makeup- still perfect. Ashley texts me the movie is in two hours, and do I want to get something to eat. I reply yes and I meet her down stairs and offer to drive.
"We haven't really hung out much..but we should!" She comments, politely starting conversation.
Awkwardly, I reply "yeah. You know I haven't seen you much".
First of all, obviously she just said that, secondly I kinda have seen her a lot.. We just mostly don't hang when it's just us.
She tucks a strand of her ruby red hair behind her ear and asks what's new.
"Nothing much, really, I might go see the lads.. Other than that nothing really."
"Turn here" she instructs me, adding "Oh that's cool, why would you leave now though?".
"Exactly. They haven't been gone that long but I feel like One Direction has been on the road constantly forever".
She laughs lightly, and adds
"I don't know him much.. But Harry seems cool. You two make a good couple" she says not even really knowing us as a couple. It was probably just something polite to say but it still kind of bothers me the way she said it. Like she wanted to be sarcastic.
Whatever I'll take any compliment I can get at this point.
"Thanks. I'd like to think so."
"Soo, why does he want you to come?"
"It was supposed to be a surprise but I don't know he's.. Got every one in the world and he's lonely." I pause, "God that sounded dramatic. I didn't mean it like that" I laugh.
We pull in to a local pizza parlor, and as we're getting out Ashley asks why Harry hasn't come here.
"He couldn't possibly leave tour. Plus I don't want him to"
She asks for an explanation of that, too.
"Because I don't want his whole world to be revolving around me. I mean I guess my... 'World' kind of does for him but.. I'm not the celebrity here and yet he treats me like his queen. Which is amazing! I just... I don't know I'm changing the subject."
She laughs at me and I smile back, heading into the restaurant.
"We should've had the clique join us..".
"And who would that be?" She asks.
"Well I'd say you, Emma, Carter, Dylan, Luke, maybe Tyler, and I."
"What about Katie?" She asks me.
"I don't really know her" I admit.
"Well she used to be dating slit-wrist."