“Wake up Maggie, I think I’ve got something to say to you,” Maggie heard Harry singing in the courtyard of the complex where they lived.
There were many times when Harry would burst out singing the song to her just to be funny. But it was the times like these that really did a number on her – when she would catch him humming or singing the song to himself.
“It’s late September and I really should be back at school,” he continued as he played fetch with Hemingway in the gated area, oblivious to the fact that she could see and hear him.
She stood there watching him from behind as he continued singing the song – sometimes replacing the lyrics by humming the melody, but then he would pick back up with the words.
“Oh, Maggie. I couldn’t have tried anymore,” he sang loudly, holding the note for longer than the actual song did.
She walked slowly down the sidewalk, watching Harry with a big smile on her face. He was wearing a black peacoat, a grey scarf and a pair of black skinny jeans. She couldn’t help but notice how great the pants made his butt look. She bit her lip and laughed to herself as she continued toward the duo. On Hemingway’s next retrieval of the tennis ball, he didn’t take it back to Harry; he ran passed him, straight to her.
“Maggie May!” Harry called out once he saw her. He looked surprised to see her, which meant he was just randomly singing her song.
“Hazza!” She replied immediately, laughing as she used his boyhood nickname that she started using when she couldn’t seem to come up with a nickname for him. His smile lit up the entire world as he jogged toward her and Hemmy.
“Your dog likes me better,” she teased, leaning down to pet the pooch.
“He does. He whimpers at the door wanting to go see you,” Harry told her with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Nah-uh,” she said in disbelief, her eyes wide.
“He does. I just keep telling him he’s going to have to wait to see his Maggie May,” Harry confirmed, smiling widely at her.
“Oh, Hemmy. I love you, too,” she cooed, bending down to rub his ears and get a kiss from him. She giggled as the perfect little bulldog licked her chin and nose.
“Oh, you’re stealing kisses now? Huh, mate? He likes to brag to me about how you let him kiss you every time he sees you,” Harry joked. Maggie looked up at him, her mouth going dry immediately.
“Little bugger,” Harry continued, looking down at his dog.
“He brags, huh?” She asked with a smirk.
“All the time. ‘Oh, she thinks I’m such a good kisser’. ‘She loves me’. I’m like ‘mate, you’ve gotta lay off. I’m already jealous, no need to rub it in’,” Harry went on, joking about his imaginary conversation with his dog. Maggie blushed wildly as she pet Hemingway on the head – they were after all ‘talking’ about her.
“He’s such a show off,” Harry said finally, sending Maggie a cute smirk.
“Hmm. I wonder where he gets that from…” She quipped as she stood up.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Harry chuckled and Maggie laughed out loud.
“Where are you headed?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Oh. Uh, class,” she said, patting her messenger bag that hung at her hip.
“Maggie May the genius,” Harry said with a proud smile.
Harry couldn’t help but admire her. She was a diamond with many, many spectrums of light beaming off of her. She was illustrious and mystifying and alluring and she was just so god damn smart. She was always studying – always had her nose in the books.
“Which really can’t compare to Harry Styles the rock star,” she retorted immediately.
“Pssh. I’ll take brains over talent any day,” he insisted, knowing she had way more going for herself than he did. Her knowledge would get her through the rest of her life, whereas his fame and fortune most definitely had an expiration date.
Maggie couldn’t tell if he was talking about what he wanted for himself or what he liked in a woman. The way he was looking at her made her believe he was referring to the latter. His eyes stared directly into hers, causing her timid ones to look away because of the sheer intensity. She liked him since the day she met him over three months before and she really couldn’t handle one more thing that would cement her to the feelings. Everything he said or did just made her heart grow for him – he always had the right words, the right moves. She figured it was just his natural British charm. He must have been born with it – something that smooth and lethal couldn’t have been a learned trait. He was surely breaking hearts since 1994.
And hers since October of last year.
“Well, you go make the grade, love. Me and Hemingway will be back here waiting for your arrival home,” he said playfully, like they were a couple or something.
See, breaking hearts. He shouldn’t be saying things like that to unsuspecting girls – especially since he had a girlfriend. A very famous girlfriend, from a very famous reality TV family.
Maggie knew Kendall didn’t like her very much. She didn’t really give her the time of day – not like Harry, who went out of his way to talk to her or say hi to her even when Kendall was on his arm. Hell, if Maggie were her, she’d be skeptical of the girl that lived next to door to her very sexy, very charming boyfriend, too. Maggie really didn’t hold it against her – Harry was, after all, a chronic flirt. But alas, compared to Kendall, the model, Maggie really didn’t have anything to offer. How much could she really be jealous of? Maggie most definitely wouldn’t be high on his list of lovers, if she was on it at all.
“You know me – teacher’s pet,” Maggie joked, sending him a smile as she began walking down the sidewalk to her car.
“Go make me proud, Maggie May,” he called after her. She gave him a wave and continued walking.
“Hemingway, you traitor!” Maggie heard Harry call to his dog.
She turned to find Hemmy trailing at her feet – loyal to his Maggie May instead of his human. She chuckled as she bent down and picked up the adorable pup.
“You little rascal,” she cooed at the puppy. Hemmy licked her nose and looked at her with his bright eyes that made her melt.
“There he goes again – kissing you,” Harry said, walking up to retrieve his dog.
“I guess I’m irresistible. Huh, Hemmy?” Maggie said, talking to the dog in her arms.
“Something like that,” Harry said, smirking at her. Blushing instantly, she handed Harry the dog.
“You stay with your papa, mister,” Maggie told Hemmy and Harry chuckled.
“I’ll see you, Harry,” she said to the irresistible boy in her presence.
“Bye, Maggie May,” he said as she continued to her car.
As Maggie got in her vehicle, she noticed Harry still standing in the same spot, Hemmy in hand, watching her. As much as she loved the attention from him, it also made her uncomfortable because it made the ache for him grow inside of her.
She was hooked like an addict – and Harry Styles was her drug of choice.