The Replacement Program - Harry Styles

Prologue

Flashback*

     "Ella?" I hear my name come from my best friend, who I've known since the dawn of time. I take in every detail of him, his green, intensifying eyes that send shocks down my spine whenever he stares into my own brown eyes. I curl my fingers through his soft, curly, brown locks, which greatly contrast against my own silvery blonde wisps of hair. I take a minute to just admire how perfect he is, and be grateful that he is, in fact, my best friend. The one person I can truly count on. In a way, the term "best friend" doesn't seem befitting for us, though. He's more like my "other half". We know each other inside and out, and that's the way it will stay, forever.

     "Yes, Harry?" I say, staring into his deep green eyes. "When we're old enough, I want you to be my wife," he says, his voice holding an immense power. I smile and respond, "of course Harry," as he slides his little plastic batman ring on my finger.

     But of course, the 5-year-old version of myself never pictured this moment to happen. The dreadful moment where the other half of me walks away, ready to chase his dreams, whilst I stay here, waiting for him to come back to me, on the sidelines of his life. Prepared for him to come back, and for times to go back to normal. He's a talented singer, and I hope he makes it far on X-Factor, I just hope he doesn't forget me.