Well hello readers, (if I actually have any).
First of all I'm sorry for not finishing any of the other fan fictions I've written. I've been busy and completely forgot about this site. Also, I'm not a very patient human being and when I get stuck in something I quit it. That's actually what happened with the other stories I've written. I got stuck, not knowing how to follow them and left them to die.
So, I proposed myself to finish at least this one. I built a story in my mind and you have to forgive me, One Direction haters, but I kept picturing Harry Styles as I imagined it. My friends have been really pushy with this band and well, I kind of fell on their trap.
I hope you like it.
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As I bit the pencil I was holding and took little sips of my recently brewed Starbucks' coffee, I checked out Tumblr and sat quiet and comfortable on a couch in the well known compound.
I wasn't much of a fan of internet and blogging sites, but this Tumblr thing was addictive, and since my internet went down this was the only place I could relax and really look over these networks without molesting anybody.
The new Michael Buble CD was playing trough the speakers and the store was fully decorated for Christmas.
As I scrolled down I stumbled across a picture of five guys: a blond one in the corner, a puppy-faced one, one holding a huge carrot, one that looked like the preppy guy and a curly haired one, all standing smiling brightly at the camera.
As I looked trough their faces I stopped in the curly one. Familiar I thought.
That's when he popped into my head. The guy that won the X factor thing, I smiled, the guy that was in my high school, Harry something. I scoffed and looked around the store. The owner smiled warmly at me and I replied with another smile.
London was awfully quiet that day, Weird.
As I lowered my sight to my laptop's screen the little bells in the door rang, announcing the entrance of a costumer. Sighs followed by whispers sounded in the corner, coming from a group of teenagers. Someone snickered and walked up to the counter. "A double espresso please"
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The machines started running and the smell of coffee filled the room.
Sip, sigh, "Hmmm..."
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The sound of the man's shoes as he walked filled the room.
He walked to the right, then to the left and stopped. He grabbed the seat in front of me, pulled the chair and sat down.
"Do you mind?" He said in a low voice, almost whispering.
I shook my head still looking at the screen.
Clearing his throat he put the coat on the table, next to my laptop and took a sip of his beverage.
Why does his voice sound so familiar?
"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked, like he had read my thoughts.
I finally looked up and opened my eyes widely. This had to be the best and strangest coincidence ever. The curly haired guy, whose picture I had stumbled across not moments ago, was sitting in front of me.
"Weren't you in my High School?" He asked due to the silence I had given.
I nodded and smiled. "Emma, wasn't it?" He smiled back.
"Yeah" I looked down and closed the page, just in case another picture of him popped up. "Harry, right?" I acted oblivious.
He smirked and looked down. "You remember me"
"You remember me."
"Well yeah, you sat in front of me in almost every class."
"Actually, you sat behind me" I let out a small chuckle.
"Po-tay-to, po-ta-to" He joked and twirled his hands in the air. "How've you been?"
"Great, I guess. Finally on winter break"
"Oh right, college…" he trailed off.
"You haven't been bad yourself." I rested my back on the couch.
"Well, I lost the X factor, what can I say?"
"But you turned out better than the winner." He smiled at this.
We kept talking and talking of his new career, of my college and what I was studying. After a while I looked at the clock in the wall. He turned around and widened his eyes.
"Shit…Emma" He looked at me "I have to go, but I'd love to catch up with you, how about …" he turned around "Sir, do you have a pen? Thanks" He gave it to me and rolled up his sleeve "…how about you give me your number and I'll call you so we can finish this conversation."
I nodded and started writing.
"Here's mine just in case, but I promise I'll call you" He said and wrote a bunch of numbers in mine.
He got up, gave the pen back and put his coat on. "It was so great seeing you, I could use a little down to earth time with people I know" He smiled "Wait for it" The curly haired boy shook his blackberry in his hand and left the store.
What the fuck just happened?