Harrystories Stories

I walked into school, to my locker. I put in my combination and opened my locker, hitting someones face by accident. It was someone I've never seen before. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a black oversized hoodie, some black sneakers with a few small chains. He had long hair as he had tied it up in a bun, covered by a black beanie. He let a few strands of hair fall by his ears. He had to most beautiful deep emerald eyes that I could just sink into. I apologized and said " Hey , I'm so sorry, are you hurt. I completely didn't mean to ,I just didn't have my morning tea and I'm scared about getting my results for the test and oh my god I'm sorry for ranting on. What's your name?" I felt so embarrassed talking on and on. The boy chuckled softly, I could tell he was shy. He then spoke in the most beautiful raspy voice that I've ever heard. " Hey, uhh its no problem. I should have watched where I was walking. Uhh my name is............". - hEY Its SIm . ThIS sToRY hAS SoMe TrIggERing StuFF LiKE SmUt ANd seLf HaRM so iF u dONT like This Stuff I suGGEsT yOu doN't ReAd It. OvERall IT's A Cute StoRy.

There were lots of things Harry Styles sucked at : math, sorting laundry and making parent pick-up on time. But the one thing he is good at is solving other people's life woes and does so in the corner of a modest newspaper under the pseudonym Jude. Harry doesn't take himself too seriously, he's just a mediocre writer trying to make ends meet. That is until he meets Abbey Cross, his biggest fan.