Running [h.s.]

fifty two | harry

How do I get more people to read this story? I'm not sure how to share it.

Driving through Los Angeles at nighttime is already one of my favorite things to do, the bright street lights, California architecture, and the smell of dreams and wishes in the air all comfort me and remind me why I am here. But as I drive home now, I can't help but notice how much better it is with Luna right beside me. She has a child-like wonder in her eyes, one that is fueled by her wild imagination. As she stares out the window with her huge doe-eyes, she points out things I completely glossed over as we make our way to my house: a little puppy in a bright pink sweater, a man smoking a cigarette from the wrong end, she even notices a tiny blue bird perched on a powerline. Her mind works in incredible ways, not focusing on the big picture-like the huge mansions and fancy cars-but instead she focuses on the little details-the dog, the cigarette, and the bird. Maybe that's why I fell so hard for her when I met her at Tyler's party, she didn't focus on the fact that I am Harry Styles, she focused on the little things that make me Harry.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Luna asks me with a smile, noticing how quiet I've been just observing her.

"I'm just admiring you," I tell her honestly. Her face instantly flushes pink and she looks away from me, a wide grin plastered across her face. I have to physically tear my eyes away from her to focus on the road ahead of me as I take in her gorgeous face under the warm glow of the street lights. The pink tickled on her cheeks gives her face an effervescent shine, and it makes her look full of life, like she is the center of life itself. Her name may be Luna, but right now she is like the sun: bright, radiant, and a sight everyone wants to look at even though her beauty is too much to handle.

"I-" She begins to answer my comment, but she is interrupted by her phone buzzing in her lap. She looks at me apologetically before accepting the call and pressing her phone to her ear. "Hi Mom," she greets.

I wish I knew more about Luna's family, but I know it's a sore subject. A part of me wants to ask Mackenzie about it, but I know that is a complete invasion of Luna's privacy. It just kind of bugs me that all of my information is on the internet where Luna can learn absolutely anything about me. She can look up my fucking blood-type for God's sake. I just wish I could magically look up what I want to know about Luna, but that's not how a relationship works, especially a normal one with someone who isn't famous.