Someone Like You (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Rose and Harry used to be together. They were the couple who was inseparable... that is until they decided to go their separate ways.

"We'll find each other one day, and when we do, we'll go back to the way things were."

That was the promise Harry had made Rose before going on a world tour. That was five long years ago when they were both 18 years old. They're both 23 years old now and have gone on living their lives in their own ways.

Rose is still waiting for the day Harry will waltz back into her life, but she knows it won't happen, she's holding onto false hope. She works at a lousy job where she is forced to copy papers for a living and make coffee runs for the employees. She goes home after work to her cat, Crookshanks, and is by herself for 12 hours before repeating her day once more.

Harry, however, has long forgotten the promise he gave Rose. Harry has been married for a year to his wife, Mallory. Harry hasn't forgotten about Rose though. The rose flower running up his rig

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20. Chapter 19

             The weekend had ended and Rose was back at work with her overly irritating co-worker, Maggie. The girls had, for once, worked together and finished the endless amount of copying for the day. Maggie must have had a talking to while Rose was gone on Saturday.

            Rose was sitting at the circle table where she had her beaten up laptop open and had a notebook laying open beside the computer. Her fingers were flying across the keys like the speed of lightning. Occasionally, she would direct her attention down to her notebook which was filled with a number of scribbles and then resume her writing.

            “What in the Lord’s name are you writing?” Maggie asked looking up at Rose from filing her nails. “You’re shaking the table.”

            “Stuff,” Rose replied moving her notebook to her lap. She licked the end of her pointer finger and began to flip through the notebook looking for a piece of information.

            “Ah, a story,” Maggie said nodding. “I would love to hear about it.”

            “I can’t tell you, sorry. Not even my mum knows about it,” Rose said looking at Maggie with a raised eyebrow.

            “So Harry Styles doesn’t even know about this story you’re working on so graciously?”

            “No, he has no idea what it’s about,” Rose said not looking up at the blonde. “Why do care about Harry?”

            “He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

            “No, he’s married. You know this, why are you asking me?”

            “Because you’re in love with him,” Maggie said putting her feet on the ground and swinging the chair back and forth. “Now, is he still with…oh hell, what’s that evil bitch’s name? The one with snakes in her hair.”

            “Are you talking about Medusa?”

            “Yes! That’s the one!” Maggie said snapping her fingers. “Medusa, is he still with that bitch?”

            “One, her name is Mallory, and two, yes he is.”

            “You want to kill her don’t her?”

            “I do not want to murder his wife.”

            “But you’re jealous.”

            “Of course I am, Maggie, he was and is my only love. I don’t think I could ever not be jealous of her. She has the man I thought I was going to marry,” Rose said looking up at Maggie. “Why?”

            “You just have seemed happier, I didn’t know if it was because he broke up with her or not.”

            “You’re not selling anything to the press, you hear me?” Rose asked and Maggie nodded. “Good, because Harry does have very good lawyers.”

            “Oh, I see,” Maggie said looking at Rose with a knowing look.

            “What? What do you see?” Rose asked with a frazzled look on her face.

            “You know exactly what I’m thinking,” Maggie said with a smile on her face. She ran her tongue over her bright pink lips smiling at Rose.

            “No, I don’t. Quite frankly, it’s annoying me to no end that you aren’t blunt.”

            “You’re sleeping with him, that’s what.”

            “No—“

            “You have that good after effect vibe. The ‘it’s been a while’ vibe,” Maggie said leaning on the table. “Is he good?”

            “I’m not—“

            “You so are! Don’t even try denying it to me, Rose Arthur! How can one man as attractive as him deny you the right to his—“

            “Finish that sentence, you’re on coffee duty,” Rose said pointing her finger at Maggie.

            “So you’re not admitting to it? I see how it is.”

            “Maggie, please, I don’t want to talk about my personal life with you.”

            “Who’s your go-to help person?” Maggie asked and Rose looked up and sighed. “Oh that’s just sad.”

            “You know what? The only friends I had disappeared when I broke up with Harry five years ago. I had great friends, but we lost contact,” Rose said letting out a sigh.

            Rose went back to work and Maggie continued primping herself. Rose tapped her foot as she hummed to a song.

            The door of the room opened and in walked their boss, Richard. Rose’s eyes widened in alarm as he walked in. His eyes scanned over the room and was surprised to see the day’s copying done and delivered. He saw the girls sitting there keeping themselves occupied.

            “Ms Arthur, what are you doing that requires so much work?”

            “Noth-“

            “She’s writing a book, Richard,” Maggie said sitting upright in her chair and smiling at him warmly.

            “Is that right, Ms. Arthur?” Richard asked looking at her.

            “Yes, sir,” she said hesitantly.

            “Why don’t you email me the first three chapters with your outline? I’ll read them over and let you know what I think. I’ll pass them onto the genre editors as well,” he said with a genuine smile.

            Rose’s eyes widened and she slyly pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

            “Uh—ye—of course, sir. I’ll do that later today,” she said and he nodded curtly and exited the room. Rose couldn’t contain the large smile that was slowly forming on her face.

            Things were finally beginning to look up for her.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*

            Harry walked back to his desk and grabbed a binder clipped stack of papers and put them underneath his arm. He grabbed the large container of clipboards and walked to the front of the murmuring class.

            “Everyone, I need you to please be quiet now,” Harry announced as he paced to the front. “I’m going to come around with some clipboards; you’re going to need one.”

            “Mr Styles, may I use the loo?”

            “Of course, make sure to take the pass from the door,” he said reminding the girl. She nodded and skipped off to the door and took the pass off the designated bathroom hook.

            “Boys, you need to throw away your chewing gum. You know that’s not allowed in school,” Harry warned the two boys sitting in the back. They looked down at the ground and nodded before getting up from their seat and throwing away the well chewed pieces of gum.

            “I’m sure most of you are wondering what we are doing today, right?” Harry asked and a few of the students nodded with smiles on their faces. “Well, I have a worksheet for all of you to fill out regarding the notes and rhythms we just learned about.”

            The small class let out a groan and he just chuckled in response. A number of his students began to announce their complaints about the homework and how they didn’t understand the stuff.

            “Wes, if you have any questions you ask me or you ask Ms Bonnifry next to you. I do notice you enjoy talking to her,” Harry said giving the boy a nod. The girl next to him flushed as red as a tomato.

            “This worksheet is due to me by the next class we have next week. If you do happen to lose this sheet,” he started and took a pause to stare at the plump boy in the front of the room, “You can come to me and I’ll have a series of them up on the piano.”

            “You all good, yeah?” he asked and they nodded. “You may work with your partners for this, but keep the noise level to a minimum.”

            Harry walked around helping the student with their rhythms. One girl, who was known to be rather quiet, had a frustrated look on her face. Her dark brown hair drooped in front of her dark brown eyes. She had her legs crossed and was leaning against her knee and frowning at the paper.

            “Leila, do you need some help?” Harry asked taking a green plastic chair and sitting next to her. She looked up at him with her big eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

            “Mr Styles, I can’t do this! It’s just… it’s far too difficult for me. I like simple, this is definitely not simple, Mr Styles.”

            Harry let out a soft chuckle and reached over to take her clipboard. She handed him her pencil and he scooted closer to the girl.

            “You see this note here, the one with the filled in black dot and just a plain line on it?”

            “Yeah.”

            “That’s a quarter note. Do you know why it’s called that?”

            “No.”

            “It means there are four of these in one measure. So it’s like this,” Harry started and drew a series of lines across the top of her page. “There is a thing called a time measure. For us, it’s going to be 4/4 which means every measure gets four beats. So four of these means…”

            “There is four in every measure.”

            “Exactly. No more, no less,” he said and moved to another series of notes. “These ones with one tail, do you know this one?”

            “No, I’m sorry.”

            “It’s alright, Leila, that’s why I’m here, to help you learn,” he said with a smile. He drew one of them in a measure at the top of the page and looked at her. “So this is an eighth note. Do you know why?”

            “Is… is there eight of them?”

            “Yes! Can you tell me why?”

            “There is eight per measure just like there’s four per measure with the quarter notes. This is a sixteenth, right?” she asked pointing to another note.

            “Yes it is,” he said with a smile on his face. He glanced up to look around the class. He noticed Maria was helping a redheaded boy on the other side of the room. “How about this, Leila, you do this half of the sheet and I’ll help you during resource tomorrow. Sound good?” he asked and she nodded.

            “Yeah, that would be good,” she said sheepishly.

            “Let me go get a pass and write one for you,” he said and got up from the chair and walked over to his desk and grabbed the pink passes from his drawer and filled one out. He walked back to the patient girl and handed it to her. “Don’t lose this.”

            “I won’t,” she said with a smile.

            Harry walked around the room making sure his students were well-behaved and then circled to Maria. He stood behind her waiting until she was finished with helping the boy. She stood up and faced Harry.

            “Did you need something?”

            “Yeah, I wanted to have a word if I could?”

            “Of course, the back of the room would be best.”

            Harry and her walked to his desk where she sat at the chair next to his desk.

            “I was wondering how your friend was doing? Zayn was it?”

            “Yes, he’s doing alright, I’m pretty sure he’ll pull through.”

            “That’s good,” she said with a smile. “I couldn’t imagine seeing my brothers in that state. Sick and all. I think I would die.”

            “It’s pretty horrible,” Harry agreed. “Can I ask you a personal question?” he asked and she nodded.

            “Feel free.”

            “Are you single?”

            “Harry! You’re married!” she said putting her hand over her mouth in surprise at her colleague.

            “Not for me, don’t worry! It’s for a friend,” he said with a smile. “Niall.”

            “Oh,” she said with a blush. “You don’t have to do that, Harry.”

            “I insist, I think you two would be pretty cute together.”

            “Why?”

            “You did say you liked Niall, didn’t you?”

            “I fancied him, yes, but it doesn’t mean I’m his future wife. He has a girlfriend, doesn’t he?”

            “No, he’s lonely as a matter of fact. Maybe…”

            “I suppose, but it better be a good date, Harry.”

            “Niall is a beast, Maria,” he said and she let out a loud chuckle. “I better get back to my class. Feel free to log onto the computer and do what you need. I don’t need it right now.”

            “Thanks, Harry,” she said with a smile. “Oh, do you need my number?”

            “I have it,” he said and she nodded.

            Harry went back to the class and walked around asking kids if they understood the material. Some of them lied to him and he knew that just by glancing at his paper.

            Harry couldn’t help but think about the budget and staff cuts for next year. He didn’t want to stop teaching music to these young children. He loved music far too much and he loved teaching just as much. This was his life, he didn’t want to let this go just yet.

            “Harry,” Maria said to him as students filtered out. “Look under the Doncaster listings, I’m pretty sure there’s a school there hiring. If you don’t apply, I will.”

            “I like teaching with you, you apply, too!” he said with a  smile.

            “Oh, okay,” she said with a smile. “But then this school will be out of teachers.”

            “They’ll live,” Harry said with a smile.

            One question seemed to filter into Harry’s brain: could life become better for him? He had almost everything he ever wanted, he just wanted to get those things.

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