Harry and Sofia met at a martini bar in Brooklyn, after a pair of their friends introduced them one breezy evening in March. While the New York sky had the most cotton-candy pink clouds, a sprinkle of magic coated the air that night.
From then on, Harry would only think of Sofia, and she would only think of him. Their minds would overflow with quotes that reminded them of one another, movies that made them feel emotional, and the day by day would feel like a haze of ongoing infatuation. It felt a bit too good to be true; they were both head-over-heels with a fire of burning desire for one another with each flicker of their eyes.
The ease of their tiny apartments, long walks along the Hudson, last minute plans, needing touches, long nights wrapped in one another, reading books down in the park, saying things that neither of them mean and apologizing quickly afterwards, getting high from one another's scent, finding one another in each other's orbit.
It all makes sense. It all feels right.
With an arrow through the bubble, only a few short months later, Sofia ends up with a small pregnancy test in her hands that can decide her future. His, too.
While it's not the end of the world, it's a moment of realization that the easy-going, whirlwind lifestyle that they had both become accustomed to would change forever. But only if they wanted it to.
From dancing in the hallway, haircuts in the bathroom, and kissing in the stairwell-Harry and Sofia find each moment to build onto parts of them that connect them through the world around them.
A four-part short story about handling the seasons of life, and whatever part of Earth goes further than that.
18+. Contains mature content.
Vada Carter. 18 years old. Not famous, just a stupid girl.
Harry Styles. 19 years old. Very famous, but he's just a stupid boy.
"You can't say stuff like that Harry! I can't feel this way about you!" I tell him, speaking louder than usual. "Why?" He asks me. I didn't hesitate to answer this time. "Because I'm scared! I'm scared of the feelings I have towards you!" I tell him. "I'm scared too, so why don't we just be scared together?" He asks me as he starts walking towards me. "We can't Harry." I tell him, now only a few steps away from each other. A few more steps and he's right in front of me, only an inch left between our noses. "Let's be scared together Vada." He tell me, both of his hands cupping my cheeks. I shake my head and sniffle back my runny nose due to the pouring rain. "You don't understand Harry. I'm scared of this. I'm scared of my feelings. I'm scared of what I'll do to mess this up. I'm scared I'm going to get hurt. I'm scared of it all." I tell him, my voice now at a quiet whisper but full of emotion.
It's the story of them. The story about how they were stupid to fall for each other.