Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)

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            “You’re lying,” I said simply and turned around to continue washing whatever dishes I had left in my sink.

            “I am not! I saw it on an interview, Harry Styles is definitely moving into your apartment building,” my friend Alyssa exclaimed. I shook my head.

              “That can’t be true, why would he move here?” I looked at my best friend like she was crazy. Harry Styles was an international pop star. Why would he just randomly move into my apartment building, out of all of the ones in New York City? I mean, it was a decent apartment building, but still, there were more expensive ones that he’d be able to afford.

              Alyssa shrugged. “All he said was that he was moving into an apartment building in New York City and I heard some people talking about it downstairs in the lobby before I came up. I heard the name Harry Styles and then someone said, ‘Yeah, he’s moving into one of our apartments.’”

             “Really?” I asked, turning my head a little bit. Alyssa sat on the counter next to the sink and swung her legs back and forth, somehow not hitting the cabinets below.

             She nodded. “Yep!”

             I considered this and bit my bottom lip, scrubbing harder on the plate that I used for dinner. He would technically be the first famous person I've met. “Well that’s cool, now I can finally be able to meet him…” I replied looking at the remaining dishes I had to wash.

             I lived alone. I had moved into the apartment a couple months ago because of a job promotion I had gotten down the street. Sure, the apartment wasn't too big, but it was good enough for me. Just knowing I had an apartment of my own made me happy.

            “I better get going,” Alyssa said, hopping down to the floor.

            “Okay, thanks for coming over.” I smiled at her and dried my hands off before I gave her a hug goodbye.

            “Thanks for dinner, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She gave me a little wave before grabbing her purse and walking out of the kitchen.

            “Bye, I'll text you,” I called as she walked out of the door. And I was alone again. I was getting used to it by now. Sometimes it was nice when you had quiet time to yourself.

            I heard a knock on my door around ten minutes later. “Coming!” I called. I dried my hands off again and went to open the door. David, the man who sat at the front desk of my apartment building, was standing there with a big smile on his face.

            “Hey,” I greeted smiling, “What’s up?”

            “Hello Maya, I just wanted to tell you that there’s going to be a new person moving in next door to you.” I opened the door even more and let him step inside.

            “Really? Who?” I asked, even though I probably already knew the answer.

            “His name is Harry Styles,” David not knowingly confirmed.

            I raised my eyebrows. “Really?" I nodded my head a little bit and shifted the weight on my legs. "He's the one from that boy band, right?”

            He nodded, “Yeah…”

            “Cool, I’d like to meet him.” I smiled at him and he nodded.

            “He’ll be moving his things in tomorrow morning, so maybe you could show him around?  I don’t know how many times he’s been to New York City...”

            “Sure, sounds fun…” I replied, getting a little bit excited myself.

            “Great, thanks so much,” David said, appreciatively. "I'll talk to you Maya."

            “No problem, I’ll see you,” I said waving as he walked back out into the hallway and to the elevator. Wow, it was true. Harry Styles was really moving in next door to me.