Harry's P.O.V

It has been exactly one week since I have made my move to America and you'd think I'd be happy, but I'm bloody miserable. The family I'm staying with is nice and all, but I can't concentrate on anything except for the fact that I left my journal back at home. Out of everything I've packed, how could I forget the one thing I actually give a shit about? I've been debating on asking Mum to ship it to me, but nobody knows about my journal, nobody but myself. I've been writing in it for about two years now, as it gives me a sense of security in my life.

New York City is great, but I can't get myself to actually enjoy being here because of my stupidity. I have barely walked the streets of the city I've dreamed of coming to, because I lay busy in my girly bedroom being absolutely miserable. I've tried searching up this Lily girl on Facebook or any sort of social media, but I have no luck each time. Maybe it's because I have absolutely no idea what she looks like, but I have found no Lily Everson with a matching hometown. I was hoping I could ask her if she'd ship the journal over to me, but even the idea of someone else laying their hands on it pisses me off. I've debated on asking Jane, her mother, if she'd call her, but it would be a very uncomfortable favour to ask.

As I lay in the bedroom with the lavender coloured walls, I ask myself if this move was even worth it. I shake my head in anger because I can't let my bloody journal ruin this entire experience for me. I stand tall from the rather large bed and slip on my boots, my black peacoat next. As I step outside the apartment doors, I'm left with myself and the large streets of New York City. I tighten my jacket around myself, not quite used to the cold just yet. London had pretty cold winters, but we always had long summers, meaning it'd still be rather nice this time of year. I look at my surroundings before walking towards a way that I hope will be Times Square. The place I'm living in is nice, it's an apartment right in Chelsea, Manhattan. It's currently September 13th and I start my job in exactly two days.

Jane and Sofia have both been nice, but they both have jobs so I'm left to myself most days, which I don't exactly mind. If I had my journal with me, I probably would have been annoyed that nobody had the time to show me around the massive city, but since my journal was forgotten they've left me to sulk in my bedroom in much appreciation.

The leaves are just starting to change in colour, making their way to the ground. I've always wanted to live in a big city, growing up in Holmes Chapel was absolute shit for me. Sure, I met some great lads but it was never how I imagined my life to be. After years of begging Mum to move, we finally did, and as shitty as it was, I left shortly after the move. Mum always knew I wanted to travel, especially to America, but I did feel bad making her and Gem move when I was just going to end up leaving. I think the whole idea of another girl coming to live with them excited them both though. I'm extremely close with my family, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't already miss them and it's only been a week. How in the hell am I going to last one whole year?

I laugh quietly to myself as I continue further down the stone pavement. I see a McDonalds ahead and I decide on finally trying this Sweet Tea everybody seems to talk about. As I step inside the overly packed store, I see a couple of heads turn to me. I look at them in confusion, can they tell I'm not American? Do Americans look a certain way? I rid the thoughts from my head as I step further in line. I take my wallet out of my back pocket and curse under my breath the moment I see pounds in my wallet, how the fuck could I have forgotten American money? I must have grabbed the wrong wallet back at the apartment. As I look up, I can see the cashier eyeing the pounds in my wallet. I give her an apologetic smile and step out of line, but her voice is quick to catch my attention.

"Don't worry about it British boy, what can I get for you?" She asks, her smile growing as she takes in my surprised face.

"Er, thank you," I speak. "Can I just get a..." My eyes travel to the menu board above, my eyes squinting as I read out the unfamiliar drink. "Sweet tea?"

A small laugh escapes her lips, her head nodding shortly after as she leaves the cashier to fill my drink. A faint smirk makes it's way to my lips as I watch her prepare my drink. Is it really that amusing having a foreign lad show up to McDonalds with only UK pounds and have him question sweet tea? A low chuckle leaves my lips at the thought. My hand connects with hers as she comes back to the cashier with my large ass drink.

She smiles in amusement at my wide eyes, "There you go."

"Thanks, again." I mumble, smiling at her before exiting the shop.

I have yet to get used to the constant wind prickling at my bare skin every time I step outside. I shove my useless wallet back into my pocket before picking up where I left off. I can see the dancing lights in the distance, causing me to pick up my pace. As I take a sip out of my massive drink, I can feel my face cringe with the sweetness. I guess it really is sweet tea. Not funny Harry.

I feel my smile fade as I'm reminded once again of my bloody journal. As lame as it is, I tend to write down anything from pointless jokes to memories that have become important and special to me. I let out a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut, I'm not going to let this upset me anymore. I shake out my shoulders and continue to sip on the sweet drink. I feel a massive smile tug at the corners of my lips once I find myself standing in the middle of Times Square. With the sun just setting, the hundreds of lights are now shining bright and the place is absolutely packed. Loads of people are walking in every direction, signs of the many different shops flashing to gain more people's attention. The many different advertisements for the different musicals that are playing are lit bright, having no trouble with catching my eye. Music is one thing I absolutely love, so there is no doubt I will be spending my days watching Broadway musicals, the days that I'm not working.

I take my thin iPhone out of my coat pocket, opening up the camera. I smile in excitement as I watch the screen focus before taking the photo. I open up all of my social media apps and post the photo, happy because I'm finally doing what I love most. I'm finally free. I'm travelling.

America, I am in you.

Notes

Hi guys! So I was originally just posting the Prologue of this story for you guys so you were aware of my new story, but I was originally going to wait until Broken was finished to start writing this, but I've just been so excited. (Chapters are NOT as long as they will be, since this is just the very beginning. I promise they will become much longer) Here's a little bit out of Harry's POV. I hope you all liked it! Please please please let me know what you think so far! I am absolutely excited to hear what you all think of this! Please please take a moment to vote & subscribe!! I love you all. xo