Our Last Song [Harry Styles]

"I guess the thought of losing you made me realise you were bever really mine; i didnt like that realization."

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2. Chapter 1

The cold, winter breeze whipped through my long hair as it cascaded down my back in perfect waves. The winter in London was extremely cold, yet it felt like winter all year around with the sun rarely coming out to shine its rays upon us. My head faced the ground as I weaved my way through the busy streets, muttering a quiet sorry to the people I bumped into with my small frame.

Coming from a small town such as Holms Chapel in Cheshire can be quite difficult for an 18 year old to adapt to the life of a big city. Now that I’m 19, after a year of living in the city on my own you’d think I would get used to the streets and the busy lifestyle of those around me. However that’s not the case at all. I’m still as confused and as afraid as I was on my first day roaming the streets of my dream city; London.

My life goal was to move to London in hopes of pursuing my dream of a music career. Although I had no luck, I stuck to being a vocal coach. I always approached my decision with a positive attitude; if I can’t sing for a job, why not help others? Plus, it’s not stressful and it pays the bills.

My feet dragged me to the small starbucks café across the street from my small apartment. The scent of freshly made coffees filled the air as soon as I stepped into the store, calming my nerves. I’ve always had a thing for coffee smells. I love the smell of coffee in the mornings before my journey to work.

Finding an empty table positioned at the back in a private area, I strode over, claiming it before anyone else could. I enjoy being alone which is why I’m always used to being by myself and it doesn’t bother me anymore.

Ever since I received the traumatizing news two years ago, I have been doing fine on my own. I don’t tend to dwell on my past or why I was the one chosen to suffer, it’s what God has planned for me. Nobody else knows except my family and my best friend, Kristin. And I like to keep it that way.

Kristin, who is also my boss and I met when I was looking for a job. She was kind enough to offer me a place in her company as a vocal coach and our friendship blossomed since then. Kristin is certainly the closest friend that I ever had and she helped me a lot during my time settling in.

I pulled out my copy of The Fault in Our Stars, eager to read more of my favourite book. I’ve always found books intriguing and each one fascinating in its own way. I’m the biggest nerd you’ll ever come across but it was never a thing I was ashamed of.

Besides books, music is the only thing that makes sense to me. I have a tendency to steer away from people, avoiding the hurt and the problems that occur from relationships or even friendships. Music is my only friend, the only thing that understands me in a world where I feel like I’m misunderstood. I’ve always been told that I’m a good singer so naturally, I was quite upset when I didn’t make it far in the music industry. Song writing was my second choice, along with vocal coaching.

The sound of my phone ringing startled me, snapping me out of my deep thoughts. Checking the caller ID, my lips tugged up in a smile. “Hey Krissy.”

“Hey Meghan, what are you up to this fine morning?”

I scoffed, putting my book down and getting up to order my usual tall Caramel Frappuccino. “I wouldn’t call it fine since you can’t even see the sun. London weather depresses me, you feel?”

Her laugh rang in my ear, making me grin wider. “Yeah Megs, I feel you.”

 

 

She paused before continuing, waiting for me to order my hot beverage. “Well, I have a job for you to lighten your mood from this depressing weather.   “Oooh, who is it this time. Is it Justin Bieber? Ariana Grande? Oh my god, is it Ed Sheeran?”

 

I usually get jobs with fairly famous people from the UK and around the world so actually working with the significant people I’m asking about, wouldn’t come as a surprise to me. Although it would be pretty awesome, I don’t want to get my hopes up.

 

“Whoa, calm your farm. No, it’s none of them. Although if it was Ed Sheeran you would be the first person I’d call.”

I rolled my eyes, collecting my drink with a quiet thank you and heading back to my isolated table at the back of the place. Not that he even needs vocal coaching. I have a slight obsession with Ed Sheeran because he’s perfect and I’m pretty sure Kristin is tired of me going on about how Ed is such an amazing songwriter with a flawless voice.

It’s true.

Taking a sip of my frappuccino, I sighed in satisfaction, the flavour leaving me in a trance of bliss.

“I would appreciate if you stop the caramel frappuccino orgasms and listen to what I’m telling you.”

I frowned, my curiosity taking over instantly. “Well, who is it then?”

A muffled sound rang through, indicating a heavy sigh escaped her lips. She chuckled quietly, murmuring a few curse words to herself. “I have a feeling you’ll hate me for this.”

“Kristin-“

“I swear, I didn’t want to sign you up with them but, they’re okay I promise you! And obviously, they need a younger person and I mean they’ll love you because you’re gorgeous and fun and their age and please just don’t hate m-“

My eyes widened. Them. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I sighed heavily, cutting her ramblings short. “God Kristin, you better not say what I think you’re about to say.”

“You’ll be working with One Direction.”

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I tried my best ok. What do you think the news is because i think it's the most important part of the story tbh just saying for real tho. Feedback is appreciated. xo

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