Mine (Harry Styles)

Harry styles P.O.V

It's been two weeks, two weeks since I've last seen her . I never saw her since that day in the coffee shop, the day I let her get away, just like that, vanished without a trace. I know this is a large city populated with eight million people but I'm bound to find her. Right? I have to find her! I can't just let her go like that! I'm already attached to her and I want her. I need to find her. I don't why, but I need to. I know what you're thinking , there are billions of other people in the world so why her? Well I don't care how many people are in the world, I want her.

During these past two weeks, I've gone to the same coffee shop where I last saw her, around the same time she left, five p.m. I went there every day, hoping that I might see her again. Today is the last day I'm going to the coffee shop, if I don't find her there, I'll just give up and move on with my life. But I hope that won't happen.I hope shes going to be there today because It's going to be hard trying to forget that beauty.

I walk down the sidewalk, having my eyes open for caramel curls and brown combat boots. I look at my watch, its four p.m. I make my way into the coffee shop and look around, only to be disappointed. Maybe she'll come later, I'll just wait, I think, trying to make myself feel better.
I sit there. Alone. for six hours, until the coffee shop closes.

How pathetic is my life right now? Waiting for a girl who doesn't even know I exist? I feel like I'm waiting for something that is never going to happen. I sit there slouched in my seat, tears threatening to fall. I pity myself, tears falling down my cheeks.The lady bartender stares at me from time to time, giving me looks of pity. I don't need her pity. By the time ten rolls around, she calls out "Were closing in five!". Thats my cue.

I stand up and walk out. I look upward towards the sky. The clouds are grey and gloomy, matching my mood right now. I head towards the direction of my car, walking surround by millions of people, and still being able feeling lonely and depressed. I just want someone who needs me and someone to love me. To kiss me good morning, and to make love to me at night, is that so bad? Is it too much to ask for?

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The next two weeks are hell. I stay inside all day in my cabin, never leaving, not even to go to the city. I lay in the couch all day only getting up to use the restroom. And for food, I eat leftovers of previous meals, but they are running out fast. Today I sit on the couch, eating a bag of potato chips. I'm turning into a potato.

I stand up to go get something to drink. I open my fridge looking for some apple juice, only to then realize that I already drank it all. Okay then I'll just drink water. I go into my pantry to get a bottle of water, but guess what, I don't have any of that either, and there's no way I'm drinking water from the faucet. Only heaven knows what is lurking around in the water pipes.

I have no choice but to go to the city. New York is the only city closest to me. I guess I could go only for that reason because I can use some groceries around here. I take a much needed shower and a change into a new pair of clothes and drive the two hours it takes to get to the city. I arrive to the city and walk into the fresh market in 34th avenue.

I vowed never to return to the city ever again because I hate the feeling of knowing that the girl is living there, among eight million people, so close, yet so far away.

I know I said that I'll forget her and move on, I don't even know her name! But, maybe I should try to look for her again, maybe I'll get lucky this time and I'll see her again.Its been a month since I've seen her. I saw her on October 3 and its already November! But I guess It wouldn't hurt trying again. Well it would if I don't find her, but I have a really strong feeling in my gut that I will.

I pay for my groceries and drive to the coffee shop. I walk around the coffee shop, its been a long time since I've been here. I look around and my heart stinks to the bottom of my chest when I don't find her again.

Maybe fate just doesn't want us to meet.... She deserves someone better, not some hermit who leaves alone in the middle of nowhere She deserves to be with somebody who makes her happy. Someone who doesn't complicate her life. Someone who won't hurt her. I don't deserve her.

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