History (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Every night, as I try to fall asleep, I think of his green eyes. I remember the first time I'd met him. I remember how different my life was before I had stared into the pretty emerald color. I was so different. He was so different. We change each other- in good ways and in bad. But every night, I go to sleep, thinking of him. I think about how different my life would be if he'd never entered it. I think of all the different things that I would and wouldn't be experiencing if it wasn't for him. One thing is for sure, I will always be glad that I met Harry Styles. I will always be glad that I have the peaceful emerald color to put me to sleep every night.