Lose My Mind <3 Harry Styles Love Story

Everyone knows Harry Styles... He's the flirtatious curly-haired member of One Direction. Well, he was that person. Now he's gone. He's lost his mind. Not literally, but he's no longer a part of One Direction, and One Direction no longer exists. The boys are fine, all except Harry. He's horrible; he's doing horrible things, thinking horrible things... His life is HORRIBLE. Can anyone change him? Can anyone save him? .... Along comes a girl named Roseanna... Who intends on doing just that.


6. We'll Meet Again

6. We'll Meet Again.

Harry's POV:

What she said last night still lingered in my brain. She was right. I let her in without thinking about it. This has to mean something. I've never felt this way about a girl before, and it's frightening me. I woke up early this morning to check up on Rosie.

She was still sleeping on my bed, nestled between the blankets, her mouth slightly opened. Lou gently jumped up onto the bed, and nestled himself next to her, purring. I couldn't help but smile... But it quickly faded away, thinking of how she's going to leave this morning and never come back.

This can't happen. I've already told her everything about me last night, we've shared so much about each other last night... I have to see her again. I wouldn't be able to sleep until we do meet again.

Thinking about her waking up, I quietly tiptoed into the small kitchen a prepared homemade pancakes for her. She told me that strawberries were her favorite food, so I made some homemade strawberry syrup for pancakes. I made sure that everything was perfect: her orange juice, her pancakes, her strawberry syrup, her strawberries on the side. Everything had to be perfect for the perfect girl.

I gently laid the pancakes on the bottom of the bed where her feet couldn't reach, and silently left the room. I can't believe that there's a girl in my bed right now, and actually don't want her to go. She can't leave... I'd die. I finally let someone in, and she's going to leave...

Just then I heard something, it sounded like a yawn. She's awake. I smiled to myself, and pictured her in my mind.

Roseanne's POV:

He let me stay the night last night, and now he's making pancakes for me? He's just the sweetest guy on the planet. I smiled, yawned, and began to eat. They were the best pancakes that I've ever tasted. I moaned at the goodness of it, and I could hear him chuckle.

I swallowed the food in my mouth quickly and called out for him, "Harry!"

He showed up in the doorway. "One: Thank you. Two: no need to stalk me!" I laughed, and so did he.

"I'm just happy that you enjoy those pancakes."

"They're the best I've every had! Thank you!" I leaned over to him, and kissed his cheek, smiling at him.

His face read of shock, and then he smiled back at me. "You're welcome," he whispered, staring into my eyes.

I then felt something I've never felt before in my stomach. It was a good feeling, though. I felt like I was on top of the world. We kept staring into each other's eyes and smiling at each other until Lou meowed and jumped at Harry.

We both laughed at how Lou wanted to play, and we began playing with him.


The sunset was beautiful, and the lake was shimmering perfectly in the sunset. The water turned a special color full of oranges and pinks. I looked up at Harry, admiring everything about him. When he looked down at me, I blushed, and turned away.

We've spent the whole day together, and we've shared so much with each other. The feeling in my stomach keeps growing bigger and bigger the more time I spend with him. I know that I'm going to see him again. We have to.

"It's getting late..." Harry whispered, and I looked up at him.

"It is..." I whispered back, sadly. "I...I... Don't want to go..."

Looking down, my feet played with each other nervously. They stopped, though, when I felt his lips gracefully meet with my cheek.

"We'll meet again," he whispers. "I'll make sure of it."

I smile at him, and nod. "I can't wait." I whispered back.

"Let me walk you to your car."

"Okay," I nod.

Harry's POV:

As I walk her to her car, we continue to talk quietly. I kept staring at her hand that was hanging beside her. Should I hold it? Or should I not?

I decided to take a leap at it, and hold it. She stopped short of what she was saying for a second or two and then smiled and continued to talk. I exhaled, and smiled back at her. We kept walking further through the wood, our fingers intertwined with mine.

When we reached her car, I opened the door for her, and she slid in. She started her car, and I was saddened by the perfect noise it made when it started. I was hoping for it to not work, so she would have to stay another night.

She explained to me, though, that she has one week of school left until two weeks of Spring Break. And I plan on making those two weeks memorable.

I just know...

We'll meet again.

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