He was like passing stars, came and went quickly. But like passing stars, he held hundreds of dreams. And on the day I met him in a small coffee shop on my way to work, I had absolutely no idea that he would help me achieve my dreams, and also, I had absolutely no idea he'd leave the pain he left when he was gone.
But it being love, his face was drawn with details inside my heart. And although his scent may fade from from the cloth and pillows he left, I would never forget it. And the minty taste of his mouth fills every bite of food I take in, however little it may be.
He might have left, but he's with me inside the book he drew and wrote in. And my coffee shop boy won't be forgotten for as long as I live.
He's my angel, and angels keep you safe. He showed me home, and I'm forever grateful for it.
I'll love Harry Styles with every last breath of mine, and I know Harry Styles would never forget me, wherever he is in this mad, wrong universe.
This is the story of Harry Styles, an insecure coffee shop boy, and me, a little girl living her dream in a big city, and this is how it ended.
When all of Lucy's best friends have boyfriends she's feeling down to say the least. There is one boy though, Harry Styles, who she is crazy about. Although he is just an ordinary school boy he is much more to her. Now she's starting year 11, her final year of school and seeing Harry. Will things start to blossom between them? If so, will having a relationship be everything she imagined it to be? Will it be as easy as it looks? But if not, will she get her heart broken like every other teenage girl in the world? Could Harry not be as perfect as she thinks? What will happen when he is hers? -'Was I really talking to him in a personal conversation?! The only time I'd ever spoken to him before was in a group chat with my friends. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was finding it hard to breathe. "Are you ok?" he asked touching my shoulder. I realised I hadn't answered his question. But how could I speak to him with his hand on my shoulder, I was in love with him.'-