an Old Friend
Chapter One.
Lila Anne Taylor
vrrrrr. vrrrrr. What the hell.. vrrrr. vrrrrr. Finally the realization hit me.. my phone was ringing off the hook, waking me from my oh, so precious slumber. I guess I should find out who and what they want.
I flick my eyes open and let them wonder around my room. My walls are a very pale pink, I glance at my small flatscreen television that's mounted up in the right corner of my room which is perfect because it's right over the end of my bed where I can see it perfectly if I'm laying down. I look over the the left of me at my small white night stand and grab my iPhone off of its smooth clean surface. I squint my almost eyes at the too bright screen. 6 new text messages and 2 missed calls. I click the Home Button, tap the little green 'messages' square and begin to glance through the 6 texts I had recieved. 4 were from my best friend Morgan Larson while 2 were from our close friend Ryan Denning.
I tap on the last message from Morgan and begin to read..
From: Morgano
Seriously, bitch. Pick up your damn PHONE! Ryan's got a new friend!!
Okay? I don't understand how Ryan getting a new friend has anything to do with me. I also don't understand why it was SO important that she had to wake me up from my glorious nap. Right as I was about to close out of her obnoxious text, she calls me. Speak of the Devil.. After letting it ring a couple times, trying to keep down my temper, I slowly tap the long green 'answer' bar at the bottom of the small screen in my hands. Before the phone even reached my ear, I hear Morgan screaming at the top of her lungs
"LILA ANNE! WHAT IN THE HELL TOOK YOU SO LONG?!?"
.. did she really feel it was necessary to scream at me..
"LILA!!" she sounded way too excited for my liking.
Clearing my throat, I let out a long, mumbled "whaaaaaaaaaat."
"OH MY GOD. Finally! Seriously, you take way too many naps, Missy."
"Yeah. Okay, mommy." I made sure to emphasize the 'mommy' knowing she would hate it.
"Oh, whatever." I could almost picture her rolling her deep blue eyes at me.
"ANYWAYS." Morgan continued. "Ryans got a new friend and we want you to meet him! Not to mention, he's a cutie!"
Oh. Lord. Here she goes again. Morgan has been trying to set me up with any human of the opposite sex ever since my last boyfriend, Jackson Stuart, broke up with me 2 years ago, before moving to Toronto, Canada. I mean.. It's sweet of her to want to help me, but no one ever seems... Right. And in all honesty, being single is kind of nice..
"Morgan.." I began. "For the twentieth and FINAL time.. STOP TRYING TO SET ME UP WITH RANDOM MEN THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW."
While I listened to Morgan on the other end of the phone make little noises to herself, indicating she was annoyed with my lack of motivation to find a man, I got up from my comfy queen sized bed and made my way over to my closet.
"Lil, I'm seriously just trying to help. Just give this guy a chance. I mean, you haven't even seen what he looks like yet.."
I sighed quietly to myself and grabbed my favorite black hoodie off of it's hook. I look at the front and admire the Mos Wanted Crew symbol. Mos Wanted is my favorite dance crew. I then slip the hoodie over my head, covering up the white, stained tank top I was wearing.
"... Okay. Fine. Just send me his picture. Gotta go." I said swiftly into the phone before she had the chance to retaliate, I quickly tapped the red 'end' botton. I just couldn't take her over excitement and screaming any longer. I'll regret the decision of hanging up on her later. But right now? I don't give a damn.
I slid my phone into the back pocket of my light blue skinny jeans and walked into the hallway. I wound my way into the kitchen of my small LA appartment. I wondered over to my Mini Fridge and grabbed a small water bottle. As I twisted the cap off, slightly annoyed, I felt my phone vibrate twice, notifying me that I had recieved a text. I slid my phone out of my back pocket with my free hand and slid my finger across the little icon. A picture of a boy around my age appeared on the screen. As I leaned up against my counter top, I took a closer look at the boy in the picture. He had dark brown, unruley, very curly hair. He also had a nice smile and cute dimples. I had to admit.. he wasn't bad looking. On a scale of 1-10 he had to be .. at least an 11. But.. for some reason.. He looked familiar to me.. was it.. it couldn't be.. it had to be my old friend Harry. There was no other possibility unless he has a twin brother that I had never found out about..
Harry and I had grown up together in Cheshire. We were together every second of every day. But then my father had gotten a job in the states when I was seven years old, so i had to leave my life behind and move to Seattle, Washington. As I attended school here, my accent went away and was treated like a normal human being. I moved to LA with my best friend and her family at 16. They bought me my own appartment which I am currently living in.
I haven't spoken to Harry since the day I moved away..
What a small world..
I wonder if he'd even recognize me..
I looked under the picture and realized there was a name..
"Harry Styles"
My suspicions were comfirmed..
vrrrrr. vrrrrr. What the hell.. vrrrr. vrrrrr. Finally the realization hit me.. my phone was ringing off the hook, waking me from my oh, so precious slumber. I guess I should find out who and what they want.
I flick my eyes open and let them wonder around my room. My walls are a very pale pink, I glance at my small flatscreen television that's mounted up in the right corner of my room which is perfect because it's right over the end of my bed where I can see it perfectly if I'm laying down. I look over the the left of me at my small white night stand and grab my iPhone off of its smooth clean surface. I squint my almost eyes at the too bright screen. 6 new text messages and 2 missed calls. I click the Home Button, tap the little green 'messages' square and begin to glance through the 6 texts I had recieved. 4 were from my best friend Morgan Larson while 2 were from our close friend Ryan Denning.
I tap on the last message from Morgan and begin to read..
From: Morgano
Seriously, bitch. Pick up your damn PHONE! Ryan's got a new friend!!
Okay? I don't understand how Ryan getting a new friend has anything to do with me. I also don't understand why it was SO important that she had to wake me up from my glorious nap. Right as I was about to close out of her obnoxious text, she calls me. Speak of the Devil.. After letting it ring a couple times, trying to keep down my temper, I slowly tap the long green 'answer' bar at the bottom of the small screen in my hands. Before the phone even reached my ear, I hear Morgan screaming at the top of her lungs
"LILA ANNE! WHAT IN THE HELL TOOK YOU SO LONG?!?"
.. did she really feel it was necessary to scream at me..
"LILA!!" she sounded way too excited for my liking.
Clearing my throat, I let out a long, mumbled "whaaaaaaaaaat."
"OH MY GOD. Finally! Seriously, you take way too many naps, Missy."
"Yeah. Okay, mommy." I made sure to emphasize the 'mommy' knowing she would hate it.
"Oh, whatever." I could almost picture her rolling her deep blue eyes at me.
"ANYWAYS." Morgan continued. "Ryans got a new friend and we want you to meet him! Not to mention, he's a cutie!"
Oh. Lord. Here she goes again. Morgan has been trying to set me up with any human of the opposite sex ever since my last boyfriend, Jackson Stuart, broke up with me 2 years ago, before moving to Toronto, Canada. I mean.. It's sweet of her to want to help me, but no one ever seems... Right. And in all honesty, being single is kind of nice..
"Morgan.." I began. "For the twentieth and FINAL time.. STOP TRYING TO SET ME UP WITH RANDOM MEN THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW."
While I listened to Morgan on the other end of the phone make little noises to herself, indicating she was annoyed with my lack of motivation to find a man, I got up from my comfy queen sized bed and made my way over to my closet.
"Lil, I'm seriously just trying to help. Just give this guy a chance. I mean, you haven't even seen what he looks like yet.."
I sighed quietly to myself and grabbed my favorite black hoodie off of it's hook. I look at the front and admire the Mos Wanted Crew symbol. Mos Wanted is my favorite dance crew. I then slip the hoodie over my head, covering up the white, stained tank top I was wearing.
"... Okay. Fine. Just send me his picture. Gotta go." I said swiftly into the phone before she had the chance to retaliate, I quickly tapped the red 'end' botton. I just couldn't take her over excitement and screaming any longer. I'll regret the decision of hanging up on her later. But right now? I don't give a damn.
I slid my phone into the back pocket of my light blue skinny jeans and walked into the hallway. I wound my way into the kitchen of my small LA appartment. I wondered over to my Mini Fridge and grabbed a small water bottle. As I twisted the cap off, slightly annoyed, I felt my phone vibrate twice, notifying me that I had recieved a text. I slid my phone out of my back pocket with my free hand and slid my finger across the little icon. A picture of a boy around my age appeared on the screen. As I leaned up against my counter top, I took a closer look at the boy in the picture. He had dark brown, unruley, very curly hair. He also had a nice smile and cute dimples. I had to admit.. he wasn't bad looking. On a scale of 1-10 he had to be .. at least an 11. But.. for some reason.. He looked familiar to me.. was it.. it couldn't be.. it had to be my old friend Harry. There was no other possibility unless he has a twin brother that I had never found out about..
Harry and I had grown up together in Cheshire. We were together every second of every day. But then my father had gotten a job in the states when I was seven years old, so i had to leave my life behind and move to Seattle, Washington. As I attended school here, my accent went away and was treated like a normal human being. I moved to LA with my best friend and her family at 16. They bought me my own appartment which I am currently living in.
I haven't spoken to Harry since the day I moved away..
What a small world..
I wonder if he'd even recognize me..
I looked under the picture and realized there was a name..
"Harry Styles"
My suspicions were comfirmed..
Notes
Okay.. so.. This is my very first Fan Fic EVER. & I'm really excited about it. So, if you guys like it let me know :3If no one comments then i'm not going to continue to write... so.. YEAH. Thanks for reading c:
8/18/13