You have one new voice message at: 3:37am. From: Unknown caller.
Harryâs cheerful yet slurred voice rang through the phone, âY/n! Itâs me! Harry. I just called to tell you I missed you at the listening party today.â He hiccuped lightly before continuing, âI think you were with that guyâŚâ his voice faltered for a moment âWhat was his name? John? Don? Oh, no, itâs Dom, isnât it? Mitch sâtelling me, itâs Dominic.â
âI hope you had a fun night, although I wish we couldâve talked⌠âmiss hearing your voice.â He paused, seeming to ponder over his thoughts.
Harry quickly pepped up. âOh well, sâok maybe next time then. I should probably go, mânot sure how much time I got left on this thing. Anyways, I love you princess-â The message abruptly cut itself off.
âTo delete; press 3. To save the message-â
âMessage deleted.â
Eight months.
Thatâs how long it had been since Y/n last heard from Harry. But tonight that record was broken with something as small as just a drunk voicemail.
Harry couldnât help himself, as soon as he saw Y/nâs familiar figure at his own listening party, he fell back into the infatuation that he spent months attempting to escape from.
He may have had his heart broken, but everyone deserves a second chance⌠right?
kunichi_nomura: @Harry_Styles’ new album Fine Line is out today. Grab it. And listen million time. He’s so much younger than me , could be my son, but he taught me a lot. Treat people with kindness. We love you and proud of you.
The sun was shining through the window in Harryâs bedroom, something he was used to in Los Angeles but not in London. It was that golden type of light that you only see when the sun is just rising above the horizon, or just setting below it. Harry wished that type of sunshine would permanently stay. He enjoyed the sunshine, and maybe thatâs why he had spent so much time in LA latelyâŚor maybe it was because of you.
As Harry rolled onto his other side, attempting to get more sleep, he couldnât help but think back on his life for the past year and a half. After his first tour as ended, he knew he needed a break, some space away from the hustle and bustle that he was lucky enough to call his life. But as his much-deserved break went on, Harry felt like he was losing himself. After all, all he could think about was the anticipation of starting his sophomore album, and what he wanted to come of it. Those were things to cause anyone anxiety, but Harry more so.
Time went on and the album process had begun, but there was a period for a couple of months where nothing Harry made sounded right, or it didnât hold the right lyrical content, and he began to feel hopeless. That was until he met you.
Harry could remember the moment clearly, mainly because of the yellow rain boots you were wearing that stuck out like a sore thumb on one of the rainy days that existed in LA, but also because as soon as he laid his eyes on you, the sun started to peek out through the clouds. It sounded like a made-up story, but he would swear to his deathbed that it happened.Â
What Harry had done next scared himself a bit. He usually wasnât so forward with what he said, afraid of getting hurt, but the words just slipped right out of his mouth (which heâll swear by too).
âIâm sorry to interrupt you. I know you must have someplace to be, but I canât help but take you being here right now as a sign that I need to get my crap together.â
You were taken aback, of course, because who wouldnât be, but you replied with: âIâm at your service. Do you need any more signs today? Directions to the nearest coffee shop? After all, itâs only fair if you return the favor with my favorite latte.âÂ
You had the sweetest and brightest smile on your face that Harry simply could not resist, which is how you ended up on your first âdate.â It was also the first time he found out telling a stranger inner personal feelings could lift some pressure off of your shoulders.Â
It was unusual. Harry was never so trusting, hell, he was unlike most people when it came to social media usage, but everything was easy with you. You were kind and understanding and just listened, something most people these days had no clue how to do or be.
Harry opened up about heartbreak, and what he had gone through the past few years, and you did the same. Harry was captivated as you told him the story of your last relationship that had lasted a little over four years, but he had decided to move away for his career, and the two of you grew distant.Â
Talking to you really put it into perspective for Harry that he wasnât alone. Everyoneâs heartbreak may not be the same, but it was a feeling that everyone experiences. Harry left the coffee shop that day with your number, and a new sense of hope he had been missing for far too long.
Weeks went by and Harry had found himself texting you every morning and every night, simply wanting to keep you updated on how he was feeling about the album process and how your job was. It was a connection Harry hadnât experienced in a while, ever since being in the spotlight. You didnât judge him, and you cared about each other.
It remained like that for a while, often adding in Facetime sessions when Harry wanted to be able to see your face. And then there was that one night where Harry might have been sipping on some alcohol and confessed to you that he was tired of being alone, tired of just having a phone being the only way he was able to talk or see you. So he declared he was finally coming back to LA and you were going to go out.Â
You didnât tell Harry, too afraid of what might come of it if you ever spoke a word about the topic, but you were starting to fall for him. It was different to have a guy be so vulnerable as Harry was, and you admire his willingness to do so. You wished you could be more like him most of the time.
After Harry got to LA, thatâs where he stayed for months, finishing the album process and collecting ideas from you. You were very artistic and it seemed where you and Harry got together, an amazing idea for spin and Harry would run with it.
You encouraged him to face his fears and be bold and do whatever he wanted to do with his sophomore album, the kind of encouragement Harry needed when he was second-guessing himself.Â
The band liked you, and you found yourself becoming friends with each of them, although youâd always remained the closest to Harry. They could all see that you liked each other, but you were scared, as was Harry.
Harry hadnât meant for all of this to happen. For him to find a new person in his life that was healing him, but he couldnât complain. You were good for him, way too good for him. He was lucky to have been walking on the same sidewalk as you that day.
