Everything Has Changed

It's funny how love can change someone. There's no warning. No hints, no heads-up. Deny it if you choose, but it's a fact. No matter who you are, what your age, or where you're from, love will change you whether it's for better or for worse. How do I know? I've seen it happen. To others, to me, and believe it or not, it will happen to you.


4. The Dream.


Chapter 4: The Dream.

I woke up to the sound of my phone beeping. I rolled over and squinted at my clock. It was 1:11am. “Holy shit.” I mumbled while groping around for my phone. I found it and squinted at the screen.

1 new text from: Harry Styles(:

When did I get his number?” I wondered as I clicked open the text. Squinting at the bright screen it read;

Hey, Gorgeous! Come outside.. I know it’s late, er….. early? Uhh.. anyway, come out! The starts are beautiful and I want you to look at them……. with me. –H .x

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had a text… from Harry! I hopped out of bed and stumbled around, trying to make my way out of my bedroom. I finger combed my hair and adjusted my tanktop so that my bra wasn’t peeking out at the top as I walked down the hallway. I unscrunched my shorts and bounded down the stairs.

I quietly opened the front door and slipped out, hoping not to wake anyone in the house. I walked out into the front yard and I stood at the edge of the grass, wiggling my toes in the cool morning dew. The night was a little chilly, but it was beautiful. I tilted my head back looked up at the sky. The stars were shining brighter than I’d ever seen them. The moon hung in a perfect circle in the center of the black blanket of stars. I smiled as I looked up.

As I looked around, I watched a shooting star zoom through the sky above me, leaving a bright trail behind it. I closed my eyes and made a wish. I silently wished for Harry to be looking at the same stars, thinking of me.

My eyes snapped open at the sound of a guitar playing. I turned around and saw Harry Styles, wearing dark gray sweatpants and a loose white v-neck. He had socks on, but no shoes. On top of his curls was a gray knit-beanie. He was sitting with his legs criss-crossed in the grass, with a guitar in his hands. His fingertips were brushing the strings and he was humming. After a few moments of humming, he began to sing.

“I want what I can’t have, I’m wanna make you mine

No matter what it takes… I’m fearless with my heart

I’ll take it any place, I don’t care if it breaks

I wanna tell you things I never tell myself

These secrets hurt like hell.. Oh,

Call me crazy, maybe I’m insanely out of my mind

But it’ll never phase me. If I have to,

I’m not afraid to save my heart for you”

Harry sang another verse while I stood 10 feet away from him, watching his green eyes flicker between looking into my brown eyes and looking at his fingers on the guitar. When he was done he lifted the guitar strap over his head and laid the instrument in the grass. He stood up and walked towards me. He stopped when our bodies were less than a foot apart.

“Did you like it?” He said quietly.

“I…. I loved it.. I didn’t know you could p-play guitar..” I stuttered back.

Harry’s lips curved upwards, exposing his dimples. He smiled at me and looked into my eyes I gazed back into his and smiled back.

“It was beautiful.” I said. Harry waited a moment before cupping the back of my neck in his right hand, rubbing his thumb along my jaw.

“You’re beautiful” he said, leaning in.

My heart started racing as I watched Harry’s eyes slowly closed and his lips come closer to mine. I tilted my head and gently placed my hands on Harry’s hips. I rose up on my toes and leaned towards Harry. I closed my eyes, waiting for our lips to meet.

Then I woke up in real life.

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