3 Weeks Later — Wednesday, August 30th 2017
"Nora, where is Harry? Why haven't we seen the two of you together?" Nora flipped the ballsy photographer off as he followed her down the street. "Oh, come on, don't be that way...where is he? Did the two of you break-up?"
"Fuck off, guy." She quickly unlocks her building door and slips inside. When she's safely inside her apartment, she pours herself a glass of Spanish Rosé, chilled to perfection, she unhooks her bra, slips her shoes off and opens the window. Glass in hand, she crawls onto the fire escape where her plants are thriving from the heat. She dreads having to throw them out once the temperature drops. But for now, the sun is lowering behind buildings, making the unusual rays unique and beautiful. She watches the world go by and she thinks about her life and where she is—where she's at with everything. As if he's read her mind, Harry calls her. She smiles at the screen before sliding her thumb across the answer pad. "Evening..." Miraculously, it was the same time in Jamaica.
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FanfictionNora Dodson is a "fast-talking, F-bomb-dropping, born-and-bred New Yorker". Harry Styles is no longer a member of One Direction. He's lovely, kind and a very odd young man, though he's entirely unhappy in his relationship. But then he meets Nora an...