Always Forgotten (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

 I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND I FEEL LIKE I'M DITCHING MY OTHER STORIES. BUT I SWEAR, I'M NOT. D: -XxJ 

PROLOGUEEEEE

            I pulled out my favorite sweater and sighed – a mysterious ketchup stain again. It was dried and crackly, so I pulled out a blue marker and colored over it, mostly covering the ugly red. It’s not like I was going to meet a celebrity today, anyways. I roll my eyes and think about all the reasons I wouldn’t meet Harry Styles. 1) I’m not popular, rich, or anything close to it. 2) I can barely get bread for breakfast, let alone buy a concert ticket, and 3) I live in Mission, British Columbia, far away from Vancouver or Toronto.

                                                        My name is Madison Evans, and I love Harry Styles.