Every Season Brings A Memory

Winter

I DID NOT WRITE THIS. ALL CREDIT GOES TO MY FRIEND @JENELLEMENDOZA. Please go to her wattpad and check put her fanfics which are reallly goooood! I wanted to 'publish' this fic because I just wanted a quick access to it because i love rereading this fanfic just bc its made for me. You guys can enjoy it too!  

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Winter: Chapter One 

"Girl, you gonna get in the cab or what?" the rude taxi driver said to me. 

Without another word, I hopped into the taxicab and instructed the driver to take me to 3rd Street. 

My name is Kyla Fernando. I live in New York City, and I go to NYU. It's Christmas vacation and I'm staying with my loving mother in the more surburban section of New York. 

I paid the taxi driver respectively and watched as my foot crunched onto the snow. I closely eyed every step I took; slipping on the ice was not on my agenda. 

I finally reached my destination and I hopped onto the familiar steps of my small, but perfect house. 

"Hi, mom. I'm home," I yelled out to the kitchen where I know my mother would be. I smiled at the familiar smell of cooking rice. 

"Dinner is almost ready. I made one of your favorites." 

"Dinuguan?" I said with excitement and rushed up the stairs to get changed. 

"So, how was work?" my mother asked me. 

I worked as an assistant to a famous record company owner. I thought that maybe it would look good on my resume when I apply for a job. 

"It was good. No one extremely famous came by today, but work was fine." 

"Well, that is good. Hope you're enjoying yourself." 

"Miss Fernando, can you get me my hot cappuccino? We have a special guest, or should I say guests, visiting with us today," my boss Mr. Santiago ordered me. 

"Yes, sir. Right on it," I said and rushed to the break room. 

It took me a while to get the coffee machine up and running. It wasn't usually this jacked up; some coffee beans must have caught in the machine. Finally finishing the coffee, I rushed to the recording room where Mr. Santiago told me he would be. Apparently, I was walking too fast, so I ended up spilling the hot cappuccino all over a curly haired boy as I turned the corner. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Hold on, let me get a wet napkin." I looked up to the boy who I rushed into, only to realize it was Harry Styles from One Direction. 

"It's okay, babe. It was all just an accident. Don't worry about it," he replied back to me with his perfect green eyes and flawless smile. 

"No, seriously. I'm so sorry." 

He laughed, then said, "No, seriously. Don't worry about it. What's your name?" 

I smiled at his politeness, and replied back with, "Kyla." 

Winter: Chapter 2 

I rubbed his white shirt with a napkin; it was only fair. I was the one who spilled the coffee (may I remind you that it was hot) on him anyways. Besides, I insisted despite his repeated refusals. 

"So, you work here? You seem a bit too young to be working already," Harry said to me. 

"No, it's just a temporary internship. And no, not really. I'm already 18. And you're 18 and working already, too." 

He thought about this for a moment, then said, "Well, I suppose you are right."  

I sighed as I failed to remove the dark-colored cappuccino stain from Harry's white t-shirt. All Harry could do was laugh. 

"I think this will have to do. I have tons of white shirts anyways." 

"I'm so sorry, again," I said. 

"You can make up for it by going out with me tonight?" he said with a smirk. 

"Okay, fine. I know just the place," I said and grinned back at him. 

Winter: Chapter 3  

"Lombardi's Pizza?" 

I smiled as the waiter led us to our table. "Yes, it's the best pizza in town." 

"Well, then I'll take your word for it," Harry said with a smile that made me melt inside. 

"Okay. So what's it like touring the whole world?" I asked him. 

"Well, I still haven't been to many parts of the world, but it's amazing, I guess. I really miss my family back home sometimes. What do you do when your not working for the record company?" 

"I go to school at New York University. Other than that, I basically live a normal life." 

"Honestly, sometimes I forget what it was like to be able to go out somewhere without someone flashing a camera in your face or freaking out right before your eyes. Those days where I didn't have a rumor about me every single week. Sometimes, I really want my privacy back." 

I was sympathetic of Harry, but I understood what he meant at the same time. I wouldn't know how it felt to be him; it must have been tiring living a life like his. I didn't know how he did it. 

"Do you wish you weren't famous?" I asked him questioningly. 

"No, of course not. I love where I am now and I wouldn't ask for anything more. All I ask is for someone to treat me like I'm a normal person-" he took my hand after saying this then said: 

"And thank your for giving me that."