Ever Since New York - Harry Styles

twenty eight

All the love & support this book is getting is mind blowing — it hit 2.05k reads today. Thank u to everyone who is reading this story.. I am currently writing this and starting a new story surrounding the Fine Line album.

If you read the other one, then I hope you enjoy it. Enjoy this one as well

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Bleu Jones

New Year's Eve came faster than I would've enjoyed. The days I spent alone consisted of runs, dancing, and thinking way too much.

Thinking was something I had done a lot, which was surprising to me. Even though I had the time alone and that's what I was supposed to be doing, I really didn't plan to spend it thinking about everything. But nonetheless, I did.

I thought about Harry mainly. The way he couldn't leave my mind as much as I tried. Every time I thought of an outcome of my life, he appeared in it somehow.

It was crazy how fast he had come into my life and completely changed my world. I didn't believe in love at first sight at first, but now I'm starting to believe it really is a real thing.

It was late when Anne picked me up, so by the time we got to Harry's house — his new year's party was in full force.

"Jesus Christ." I mumbled as we pulled into the driveway already filled with cars.

Anne parked the car with a laugh, remaining in her seat as I exited. "What are you doing?" I questioned.

She looked at the house, "Oh, I'm not going in there. I'll be staying at a hotel tonight, thank you very much. Don't want to deal with drunk celebrities."

I groaned, "So you leave me to deal with it?"

Anne laughed as she began to pull out of the driveway, "Have fun! But not too much fun!"

I shook my head at the women's antics before making my way to the door. I didn't even bother to knock considering I don't think anyone would have heard me over the loud music playing.

Rachal and Sarah smiled as I made my way into the kitchen, past everyone that was in the house.

"Bluey! It feels like it's been forever!" Sarah exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Yes it has, yes it has." I chuckled.

"Bleu." A voice spoke from the doorway.

"Harry." I replied, taking in his white button up shirt and black flared pants.

"It's good to see you again... can we talk?" He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

I nodded in response, following him to his backyard which surprisingly occupied no one.

"I would've usually taken you upstairs but with everyone here, we all know what they would think of that." He chuckled lightly.

"It's alright. No need to explain yourself." I replied, staring out at the scenery in front of us.

"We need to talk." Harry stated simply and I could tell that he didn't know what to say.

"That we do." I wish I could've found something else to say but my mind went blank.

"Look," he sighed, "I like you Bleu. Like I really like you. And I messed up big time, I know that. Every single day I regret that decision I made, especially after watching how well you interact with my family and my friends. I am so happy I met you that day in New York, and I wish I could go back and fall out of love for Camille then. But I can't."

He began to ramble so I took his face in my hands and placed a kiss onto his lips.

"It's okay." I mumbled afterwards, his eyes scanning my face trying to tell what I was feeling. "Everyone makes mistakes. I can't hold that against you, I will never hold that against you. I am going to culinary school, and I am going to culinary school here. In LA. To be closer to you."

"Are you serious?" He asked, a happy smile spread across his face.

I nodded, "I'm finishing my law degree online, then I'm going to do online culinary school. Like through video chats and such."

"Why don't you just go in person?"

"Too much money." I laughed.

He smiled, "Theres that sounds I've been wanting to hear." He grabbed my hand, "Now let's go see the boys. They want to see you again."

"Trust me, I want to see them again." I replied, following him into the house where he navigated us through all the people.

Every once in awhile, he would stop and say hello to someone, and introduce me. Everyone would smile at me, but I could tell by the look that would flash over their face they were surprised to see a non-celebrity on Harry's arm. Well, at least I'm the first and the last.

"Bleu!" Louis cheered once we finally made it to them. "I knew you'd be back."

"Good thing she is.. Harry needs a gal like you." Niall smiled kindly.

They each pulled me in for hug before Liam spoke, "Are you excited for tomorrow? How old are you turning?"

"21 baby!" I cheered.

Louis' eyes sparkled with amusement, "Looks like its time to get you fucking drunk then!"

By the time midnight rolled around, I found myself dancing with Harry on the dance floor — extremely drunk due to Louis. Harry took me to the stage he had set up in his living room, and grabbed a microphone.

"In ten seconds, it is this girls birthday! Let's count down to that baby!" He cheered, everyone replying with cheers.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Happy birthday!"

Harry kissed me sweetly, "Happy birthday. I love you."