EXTRAordinary-A Harry Styles Story
Chapter 23
I’ve decided to go on a dinner cruise down on the Danube and then a club after.
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Sitting on the boat with the wind in my hair makes me feel something I haven’t felt since leaving California. Relaxed. I close my eyes and just let the wind blow against my face. My hair blows carelessly in the wind. I hear the water tap against the boat as we sail through it. All I hear is small conversations, but other than that, it’s peaceful. I wish I could stay in this moment forever. A voice breaks my trance.
“Hi, I noticed you were sitting by yourself.” I look up and see a girl standing in front of me. Not just any girl. Let me rephrase that. I see Elizabeth. As in pop singer Elizabeth. I’m speechless at first. “Y-y-yeah. I’m just visiting Venice.” “Oh, that’s so rad. Do you mind if I sit here?” “Oh no! I don’t mind at all.” “Thanks. I was supposed to meet some friends here but they were running late and I didn’t want to delay everyone on here. Other people have places to be.” “Haha, well not me. I’m just free handing everything.” “Ah. Good choice. So what are you visiting in Venice? Family or just the place?” “Just visiting the place.” “How do you like it so far?” “It’s phenomenal! The people and food are amazing!” “Yeah! I agree! I love visiting this place.” “So what are you doing here?” “It’s a stop on my world tour. I leave for Paris tomorrow night.” “That’s so awesome. I would love to travel around the world. I bet you LOVE your job.” “I do. There’s no other rush then getting on stage and performing to the fans.” “Wow. That sounds so scary though.” “It is some nights, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Hey, do you have any plans after this?” “No, not really. I was just gunna probably look in my tourist book for a place to go eat.” “You have to go to this club with me! I heard it’s to DIE for! Plus, I’ve never been to a club in a different country so I really wanna try it out!” “I’ve never been to one either! This is actually my first time out of the country.” “Wait, I’ve noticed that you have an American accent. But you said you were visiting from London.” “Well, I go to University of California, but I’m studying abroad in London. I just got here last week.” “That’s so rad! Well I hope that goes well for you.” “Thanks. And yeah, I think I’ll go to the club with you. I’m eager to go now.”
We arrive at the club and immediately me and Elizabeth are greeted by guys who recognize Elizabeth. We head over to the bar and I order some sparkling lemonade. I can’t be getting wasted, especially when no one is here to care for me if something happens. I just met Elizabeth, so I don’t want her having to deal with a drunk me anyways.
I’m in the midde of trying to enjoy myself but I feel guy come up behind me trying to grab my hip. UGH. I’ve had enough. This is the THIRD guy within 5 minutes. I don’t want any guy’s hands on me. Every time I look a different way, I keep getting flashes of Harry’s face in my mind. This can’t be a sign, can it? I turn and look at the guy trying to grind on me, “Go find another girl who is willing to suck your dick.” I smell the alcohol on the dudes breath. “I was hoping you would babe.” “GROSS. You are a PIG.” And I walk away. Oh my gosh. I really can’t deal with any other guy. No guy will ever be good enough, except for Harry. I love how caring and gentle he is with me. Woah.. wait a minute? What the fuck.. No… No... No. I’ve made a big mistake. I can’t be here anymore. I walk off the dance floor and out of the club. I pull out my cell phone and call the cab service that I’ve been using for the past couple of days.
Once the cab arrives, I tell the driver, “Take me to the train station, please.” And I add silently, “I wanna go home.”
I wake up and see that I had fallen asleep right when I got home. I look and see that it’s almost noon. I need to go to Harry’s apartment and talk to him. I don’t remember where he lives though. I’ll call El and ask her. I grab my phone and see that it’s dead. Ugh, now I have to go knock on her door. I walk over to her door and knock. A few seconds later she opens the door. “CAR. OHMYGAWSH.” She pulls me into a hug. “Hey El.” “You’re back already?!” “Um, yeah. I need to see Harry, asap. Could you give me the address of where he lives?” “Yeah, sure thing!”
Next thing I know, I’m pulling up to the gate of the house, or mansion I should say. “I’ll just get out here.” I tell the driver. I pay him and he drives off. I walk up to the gate and press a button to call up the house. I wait for a few moments and then I’m greeted by a voice. “How may I help you?” “Um, yes. I’m here to see Harry.” “And may I request who’s asking?” “Carter.” “I will be back in a moment.” And within seconds, the gates open. I hear the voice return “Harry said you may come up. He’ll be waiting at the front door.” I start walking and my nerves begin to take over. What if he doesn’t wanna see me?! What if he’s mad at me? Of course he’s mad, I ran off without an explanation. But if he didn’t wanna see me, he wouldn’t have said to let me in. I’m almost to the front door now, so there’s no turning back. I walk up to the front door and start to knock. Almost immediately I see the door open. I quickly look down at my feet and back up. I’m met with green eyes. I suck in my breath. “I’ve missed you.” He says and pulls me into a hug. I let go of the breath that I didn’t know I was holding. We’re off to a good start. “Come in, it’s getting cold out.” I hesitate for a bit, knowing that whatever happens once I step in this house, will change my life. I follow him in and shut the door behind me. I walk behind Harry and try to keep up with how fast he’s walking. By the looks of it, we’re headed into the living room. Phew. At least we aren’t headed into his room. I would probably be too scared to say what I came here to say. He walks over to the couch and I decide to sit on the opposite couch. I wait for him to protest and tell me to come sit next to him, but he doesn’t. I’m a little disappointed. Maybe he’s done with me. Maybe he brought me in to tell me he’s moved on. “Are you gunna say anything?” He says while breaking my train of thought. I take a few deep breaths and look at him. He knows that I’m about to say something really important. So he just lets me take a few more moments. “Harry, I need to tell you something. And when I do, I know you won’t want to be with me anymore.”
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Sitting on the boat with the wind in my hair makes me feel something I haven’t felt since leaving California. Relaxed. I close my eyes and just let the wind blow against my face. My hair blows carelessly in the wind. I hear the water tap against the boat as we sail through it. All I hear is small conversations, but other than that, it’s peaceful. I wish I could stay in this moment forever. A voice breaks my trance.
“Hi, I noticed you were sitting by yourself.” I look up and see a girl standing in front of me. Not just any girl. Let me rephrase that. I see Elizabeth. As in pop singer Elizabeth. I’m speechless at first. “Y-y-yeah. I’m just visiting Venice.” “Oh, that’s so rad. Do you mind if I sit here?” “Oh no! I don’t mind at all.” “Thanks. I was supposed to meet some friends here but they were running late and I didn’t want to delay everyone on here. Other people have places to be.” “Haha, well not me. I’m just free handing everything.” “Ah. Good choice. So what are you visiting in Venice? Family or just the place?” “Just visiting the place.” “How do you like it so far?” “It’s phenomenal! The people and food are amazing!” “Yeah! I agree! I love visiting this place.” “So what are you doing here?” “It’s a stop on my world tour. I leave for Paris tomorrow night.” “That’s so awesome. I would love to travel around the world. I bet you LOVE your job.” “I do. There’s no other rush then getting on stage and performing to the fans.” “Wow. That sounds so scary though.” “It is some nights, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Hey, do you have any plans after this?” “No, not really. I was just gunna probably look in my tourist book for a place to go eat.” “You have to go to this club with me! I heard it’s to DIE for! Plus, I’ve never been to a club in a different country so I really wanna try it out!” “I’ve never been to one either! This is actually my first time out of the country.” “Wait, I’ve noticed that you have an American accent. But you said you were visiting from London.” “Well, I go to University of California, but I’m studying abroad in London. I just got here last week.” “That’s so rad! Well I hope that goes well for you.” “Thanks. And yeah, I think I’ll go to the club with you. I’m eager to go now.”
We arrive at the club and immediately me and Elizabeth are greeted by guys who recognize Elizabeth. We head over to the bar and I order some sparkling lemonade. I can’t be getting wasted, especially when no one is here to care for me if something happens. I just met Elizabeth, so I don’t want her having to deal with a drunk me anyways.
I’m in the midde of trying to enjoy myself but I feel guy come up behind me trying to grab my hip. UGH. I’ve had enough. This is the THIRD guy within 5 minutes. I don’t want any guy’s hands on me. Every time I look a different way, I keep getting flashes of Harry’s face in my mind. This can’t be a sign, can it? I turn and look at the guy trying to grind on me, “Go find another girl who is willing to suck your dick.” I smell the alcohol on the dudes breath. “I was hoping you would babe.” “GROSS. You are a PIG.” And I walk away. Oh my gosh. I really can’t deal with any other guy. No guy will ever be good enough, except for Harry. I love how caring and gentle he is with me. Woah.. wait a minute? What the fuck.. No… No... No. I’ve made a big mistake. I can’t be here anymore. I walk off the dance floor and out of the club. I pull out my cell phone and call the cab service that I’ve been using for the past couple of days.
Once the cab arrives, I tell the driver, “Take me to the train station, please.” And I add silently, “I wanna go home.”
I wake up and see that I had fallen asleep right when I got home. I look and see that it’s almost noon. I need to go to Harry’s apartment and talk to him. I don’t remember where he lives though. I’ll call El and ask her. I grab my phone and see that it’s dead. Ugh, now I have to go knock on her door. I walk over to her door and knock. A few seconds later she opens the door. “CAR. OHMYGAWSH.” She pulls me into a hug. “Hey El.” “You’re back already?!” “Um, yeah. I need to see Harry, asap. Could you give me the address of where he lives?” “Yeah, sure thing!”
Next thing I know, I’m pulling up to the gate of the house, or mansion I should say. “I’ll just get out here.” I tell the driver. I pay him and he drives off. I walk up to the gate and press a button to call up the house. I wait for a few moments and then I’m greeted by a voice. “How may I help you?” “Um, yes. I’m here to see Harry.” “And may I request who’s asking?” “Carter.” “I will be back in a moment.” And within seconds, the gates open. I hear the voice return “Harry said you may come up. He’ll be waiting at the front door.” I start walking and my nerves begin to take over. What if he doesn’t wanna see me?! What if he’s mad at me? Of course he’s mad, I ran off without an explanation. But if he didn’t wanna see me, he wouldn’t have said to let me in. I’m almost to the front door now, so there’s no turning back. I walk up to the front door and start to knock. Almost immediately I see the door open. I quickly look down at my feet and back up. I’m met with green eyes. I suck in my breath. “I’ve missed you.” He says and pulls me into a hug. I let go of the breath that I didn’t know I was holding. We’re off to a good start. “Come in, it’s getting cold out.” I hesitate for a bit, knowing that whatever happens once I step in this house, will change my life. I follow him in and shut the door behind me. I walk behind Harry and try to keep up with how fast he’s walking. By the looks of it, we’re headed into the living room. Phew. At least we aren’t headed into his room. I would probably be too scared to say what I came here to say. He walks over to the couch and I decide to sit on the opposite couch. I wait for him to protest and tell me to come sit next to him, but he doesn’t. I’m a little disappointed. Maybe he’s done with me. Maybe he brought me in to tell me he’s moved on. “Are you gunna say anything?” He says while breaking my train of thought. I take a few deep breaths and look at him. He knows that I’m about to say something really important. So he just lets me take a few more moments. “Harry, I need to tell you something. And when I do, I know you won’t want to be with me anymore.”
11/27/13