Do you remember summer 09?

Harry Styles was my everything. But it’s been almost 3 years when we last saw each other. Why couldn’t I move on? I heard he had already. Harry was on a band now. It was just so hard to let go. I'm 18 and homeless. Worst part of it all, i used to have a great life, but that curly boy showed up and changed everything. I thought everything was lost. But one day as i walked down the cold streets of London, i saw him again. Followed by some girls and paparazzi. Would he recognize me?

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2. Miserable.

 

 

I stood up from the dirty floor. My legs ached and I could feel my body was about to fall. "What a misery" I heard someone mumble while laughing at me. It was 11:27am. I have slept all night and I wasn’t planning on moving. I felt dirty. My hair was all greasy, and I haven’t change clothes in a while. As much as I didn’t want to move, the feeling of leaving that nasty place beat me up, it was time to continue traveling the streets with no direction nor destiny. I was just a lonely soul, abandoned.

As time passed through, my legs could hardly take one more step. Luckily I ended near a bench at a random park. I noticed some papers spread all over the floor. Wind blew them away. It was something like a book.

I leaned slowly, my back didn’t allow me to do it fast. Finally I reached the floor and took the book with my hands. At first I was afraid someone might come and blame me for stealing it or something, but as time passed nobody seemed to care.

Quickly I examined through what looked like a book but was filled with blank pages. It was sparkly red with a golden medal on the cover. It had a pen attached to it which seemed to match the books pattern.

I took the book realizing it was more like a notebook and though to myself “if I have this I should at least use it”

And so I sat there thinking on what should I write about, some notes, descriptions anything that would distract me from him. Harry. And then suddenly, the idea came straight to my mind.

Although I tried to forget Harry I couldn’t. So there I was, writing the story of how I once fall for my curly boy, Harry Styles.

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