Stubborn Love

Lennon Martin has experienced more trouble in her 18 years of living than most people do in a lifetime. To take a break from her busy lifestyle a few nights a week she performs on a street corner in London. Just herself, her guitar, and the stray pup Ringo she picked up along the way. She sings her hardships away to passerby's who always just remain strangers in a crowd. One night, much to her dismay, she befriends a strange curly haired fellow and no matter how hard she tries to shake him he keeps coming back into her life. Will she let him in or will she continue to push him away?

Lennon: Uni student, awkward, funny, silly, impatient, broken and stubborn.

*Harry Fan Fic*

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4. Chapter Four

I woke up to find the bed empty next to me. Everett had probably left for work at the recording studio where he is interning. He’s that guy that gets coffee for everyone and does all the silly odd jobs his boss comes up with. Someday he is going to be big, I just know it. He wants to be a sound engineer; the man behind the music. We both have this dream that if either of us makes it someday we will bring the other along so we can work alongside each other. Everett loves talking about it because he has the most amazing imagination and doesn’t let the harsh realities of life stop him. Like most kids he was able to exercise his imagination relentlessly during childhood without ever having his dreams discouraged. I on the other hand was forced to deal with the suckiness of life at a young age. I seldom allow myself to get swept up in the possibilities and focus more on the actualities. 

I know that the probability of either of us truly making it in the music business is one in a million but I let Everett live out his fantasy. But also, knowing Everett, he would be that one person to make it. He has everything planned out. He’s attending uni and working toward a degree so he is pretty much already part way there. I on the other hand sit on street corners and play guitar whilst studying Art History. Wooo what a life I lead. However, I am content because I’m doing better than I ever thought possible. Considering where I came from, I’m doing well for myself. 

I rolled over to read the nightstand clock to find a note instead. 

I was so tempted to wake your lazy ass up. See you later BUTTERNUT SQUASH xx

Why was she just called Butternut Squash? This is the question you are most likely asking yourself right now. My answer for you: No friggin idea. My friend is weird. He provides me with weird nicknames ever so often. I was Asparagussy for a week or two. I’ve learned to not question these things and just go with it. 

I slowly got up and hobbled into the living room/kitchen area. Everetts mini Big Ben Clock that is propped up on the mantle reads 11:30. Shit. I am quite the lazy ass. I don’t have class today and work isn’t till 3. I’ve got a solid 2 hours all to myself. Goody. 

I walk into Everetts kitchen and open the freezer. I want ice cream. No scratch that, I need ice cream. Screw the laws of life, today Ben and Jerry’s is an acceptable food to eat for breakfast. I pop off the top and stab my spoon into it. I then make my way over to the couch and switch on the TV. Just as I’m about to shove a delicious bite of Phish Food I hear my phone ding from the bedroom. Grr. 

I decide that their is no use in wasting my precious time so I sprint to where my phone is and then sprint back and propel myself onto the couch. Come on. I’m not the only one who does this when they are home alone, right? 

I unlock the screen to see that I have a new text from... Edward or should I say Harry. My head says to delete it without reading it but my heart says to open it. My fingers make the final decision. I open it. 

I’m sorry. I know that you told me to lose your number but I can’t. You have every right to hate at me. I lied and their is no excuse. So...here are some truths. My name is Harry Edward Styles, I’m from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, I’m 18, I do not attend uni, I like to sing, and I can’t stop thinking of this amazing girl I met last night. I won’t be surprised if you don’t respond because if I were you I wouldn’t either. I just hope that maybe if we ever were to see each other again that their would be a possibility of us starting over. xx Harry

I-I-I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to think. I never thought that I would have so many feeling towards someone who is an utter stranger. So I send the text so many people send when they don’t know what to say. 

Ok. 

I throw my phone at the chair on the other side of the room and it lands with a thud. I look to the TV to find that Breakfast at Tiffany's is on. It is one of my all time favorite movies. I wrap myself in my blanket and stuff my face with Ben and Jerry’s like every other girl with an aching heart do. 

Harry’s POV

My thumb hovered over the send button. I didn’t sleep at all last night, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Get out, get out, get outta my head. Oh the painful irony.

“Who ya texting?” I see a blonde head pop up next to me out of the corner of my eye. Without thinking twice I hit send and tuck my phone into my pocket. 

“My mum.” The lads and I were all piled into our van driving to a photoshoot for some holiday spread. 

“Tell Anne I say hi!” Niall shouts in my ear. I smack him with the back of my hand and he retreats to the back seat once again. Louis bought him pixie sticks. Louis is an idiot. I’m surrounded by idiots but it’s okay cause I’m an Idiot too. 

I slide my phone out once the car ride settles down again. I open my conversation with Lennon and... I see she has read the message but their is no response. My heart sinks into my stomach. I suppose that going to the street corner tonight would be a bust then because she clearly wants nothing to do with me. 

I tuck my phone back away and feel someones eyes on me. I look and see Liam looking at me concerned. 

“Everything alright Hazza?” 

“Yeah everything is just dandy.” I try to make my voice sounds cheery but even I can hear the stingy sarcasm in my words. 

“Liar, come on you can ta-” 

“Harry met a girl!” Louis cuts off Liam and leans forwards so that his head is between ours. 

“Really Haz? That’s great! Tell us about her!” Liam looks like an eager puppy waiting patiently for a bone. 

“I wanna meet her!” Niall has come up from the back again and is sitting in the space between my seat and the door, gazing up at me excitedly. Zayn shifts around from his position in the front seat to look at me. 

I open my mouth to tell them that its just some stupid thing but Louis cuts me off. He sure has a knack for doing that. 

“Niall you will, we have a plan to get her back cause... well Harry sorta lost her. But its okay because Superman is to the rescue. Superman being me of course.”

“Batman wants to help too!” Liam smirks at his little joke. I swear the kid has a mind of a five year old. Then again we all do. 

When I looked past their excitement my heart sank. She hadn’t responded, she doesn’t want to see me again. My anger got the best of me and I snapped at the boys.

“Enough! It’s nothing okay? Just drop it Lou.” I glared at Louis out of the corner of my eye and he put up his hands dismissively. 

“Hey now Haz, I thought you were on board with this. Settle down.” Louis spoke soothingly but it really only annoyed me even more. This wasn’t me. I didn’t get like this over some girl. I’m not one to crush on someone, people have crushes on me. 

I quickly looked around at the boys expressions to see pure shock. I locked eyes with Zayn. His expression wasn’t the same as the other boys, but that’s Zayn for ya. He looked at me knowingly with a smirk before turning back around. 

I felt like a jerk. I am a jerk. First Lennon, now the guys. Dammit this just isn’t my weekend. 

I slid out my phone and opened my messages once more this time typing a different person's name. 

To Mom: Hey Mum miss you. Can’t wait to see you over break xx. 

Just as I hit send a message popped up on my screen causing my breath to catch. 

From John Lennon: Ok. 

Ok. Ok. Ok. She said ok. As in it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to see me again. I’m not proud of the sound that escaped my mouth at that moment. It was a mix between a squeak and a squeal. All eyes were on me once more. 

“What now Harry?” Liam asked from beside me slightly confused and slightly intrigued by my random delightful outburst. 

“The plan is on.” I looked at Louis with a big ole grin on my face.

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