Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

My name is Kathleen. Lame way to start no?

My life has always been one of a kind, but really it wasn’t interesting. Well I thought.

I don’t know why you would want me to tell that story.

Unless you’re fan of Harry Styles?

Well then it may interest you

I was (and still am) a programmer. A good one for sure. And I was Cass, too.

But that’s not the point, is it?

With him I felt that kind of connection from the start. We were meant to be close, whichever kind of close we could've chosen. I think at least one of us was there to teach the other something. From the moment I met him, so broken, I knew I had to help him. I wanted to help him.

He was looking straight at me.

I was looking straight at him.

At first it didn’t really mean anything, anyway not for more than a few hours. It turned out meaning the world.

It's knida weird how it all started. He needed a distraction.

It’s been almost three years now.

I’m sitting there, by the window, watching London awaking, lost in my thoughts.

But before you can really understand today, you must know what happened yesterday.

So let’s get back to the beginning.

May include some homosexual material here and there, swearing, and such. Consider yourself warned.

If you hate I'll just laugh so get the fuck away. Thank you.