As the leaves tumbled to the ground a chill was sent up my spine from the autumnal breeze pelting at my back. My butt vibrated as my phone played it's typical tune. "Aubrey," the screen read. Suddenly I started to hear her muffled stuffy voice across the line. "Hey Dakota wanna take a trip to meet me up at Starbucks? I'm a little sniffly so I could use a hot green tea." Hmmm I thought, this means I'll have to listen to more sob stories about her picking fights with her mom and now unfortunately complaints about her new sickness. "I'd love to!" I said as kindly as possible. "Alright meet me up around 1:00." As I clicked off my phone I picked up my sketchbook and strolled back home. Home to me was large, white, and in a small suburban area of Cheshire England. Yes of course Harry Style's hometown. Actually I happened to be his best friend. Or should I say old best friend. Since I was little it was him and I against the world. We grew up together. Just him and I. When we figured out the news about him leaving Homes Chapel for X-Factor auditions I was ecstatic. He always would serenade me with beautiful songs in his raspy deep voice that gave me butterflies. That was until I realized he wasn't going to come back. What was a tiny feud soon resulted in a large predicament. I blew up at him disappointed that he was actually leaving me. For good. Now I'm 21 and the last time I laid eyes on him was probably when we were 16. Eventually I found new friends and survived on my own. But till this day he still has left this large empty black hole in my stomach. And now a new problem has arose. Harry Styles was coming back home.