snow. {h. s}

four.

i was awoken by harry, and he was shaking me.

"harold what the heck?!?"

"sorry."

and he left the room. i felt guilty, for i saw a tear in his eye. i ran downstairs and looked outside.

"the weather man said its 6 feet now." harry assured me.

"god dang it..." i whispered.

i put on a coat, and slowly walked outside. i still have a cast, by the way.

i watched the snow and occasionally wiped my glasses to get the snow off.

i had a sad look, and a mail man came.

"alexia, right?" he asked

"yes, fiance of harold styles. nice to meet you." i shook his hand.

"well, i wanted to know... could i get an autograph for my daughter, ella?"

"sure." and i signed a cd of me singing.

and he left. wow, my cds are selling. im a singer, by the way. i get publicity by harry.