About (Harry Styles)

1.

He finds my suffering so entertaining.

"I'm not wasting another day of my last week in London golfing again," I tell him.

"Fine, fine," he nods as he lifts the golf bag onto his large shoulder, and we start walking towards the wooden country house.

We literally take two steps before someone's voice halts us.

"Excuse me?"

We both turn around at the same time and my eyes widen in complete shock at the handsome lad wearing a white polo shirt and khaki pants, his hair covered with a white Nike cap.

I saw the same guy plastered on a folder with the four other boys in Target just a week before arriving in London. I wanted to get it so bad.

"I saw your eagle there," he continues to explain his reason for stopping us. "It was very impressive."

"Uh, thank you," Marco answers nonchalantly, his composure not phased by the man talking to us. Meanwhile, I'm looking up in the air looking for an eagle. 

"Are you in a league?"

"No, uh, I'm not."

"I think you'd do very well," the blue eyed boy compliments my best friend. "What's your name?"

Is this really happening right now? This is some crazy shit going on. And I'm pretty sure I'm clean right now. Not that I would ever want to take drugs since it's stupid and completely meaningless in life.

"Marco," my best friend takes the celebrity's hand and shakes it before letting go and putting one arm around my shoulder. "And this is Ellie."

Are we being punked right now? My best friend is introducing me to a celebrity. A freaking celebrity.

Holy shit balls.

"Elaine, not Ellie," I say, my voice more taciturn than usual.

"Nice to meet your acquaintance, Elaine, not Ellie," the boy smiles at me and I return the gesture. His smile is perfect. No wonder he's in a boy band. I'm sure his singing voice is a more prominent reason why he's in a boy band but who could resist such a condemningly enchanting smile?

"What's yours?" Marco stupidly asks and before he can respond to the question, it is answered by someone else.

"Niall!" The same burly man calls out. He was the same man we ran into earlier. His lungs are gasping for air as he spoke. "Sorry .. I couldn't .. find .. the golf ball. Must have .. flew in .. the water .."

"Oh, well," Niall casually replies. We'll just have to tell'em when we get up there."

The silence is filled with the man's heavy breathing. Niall returns his attention back to us, Marco mostly.

"Marco, I just wanted to mention that I have a few connections in league if you're interested," Niall inquires and I turn to my best friend, whose face has completely turned into a shade of white.

He's always wanted to play professional golf, either that or soccer, so I wouldn't expect anything less of his reaction. I can still remember him forcing me to watch the PGA Tour one Saturday because his favorite golfer finally had a chance to win the damn thing. Unfortunately, his favorite didn't win, a guy named Bubba Watson did. I remember his name because one, Bubba is an extraordinarily hilarious, yet charming name, and two, Watson is the surname of Emma Watson aka the actress who plays Hermione Granger.

Voila!

"Uh, I don't know what to say," Marco says, his light hazel eyes dazzling with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"You know Rory, I'm assuming?" Niall asks.

"Yeah, I know him!" Marco exclaims but turns down his volume of eagerness by clearing of his throat. "Well, I mean, I know him but I don't know him, know him."

He's such a dork for memorizing everyone in the golfing universe. Well, I guess, I'm not one to talk. I am a big football dork myself.

"I'm having dinner with him tonight at Alesandro's. Did you want to join us?" Niall's invitation floors me and I'm not sure how I'm handling this right now. Forget me. How is Marco handling this?!

Knowing Marco, and I think I do, he will decline this brilliant offer because he doesn't like receiving help from others. There's a chance he could finally live his dream - getting paid to do something he's actually passionate about. But he wants his own success. He would never want the easy way in. This amazing opportunity could be the big break in his life, but he'll never fully consider it if he doesn't do it himself.

He could be one of the youngest pro golfers to play in the PGA Tour! At age nineteen, he would definitely take the world by storm.

Well, the golf world anyway.

So in Elaine Woods fashion, I answer for my best friend.

"He'll definitely be there!"

Niall Horan is clearly confused as I tell him that Marco will be there. The kind lad gives Marco his cell number on a light baby blue handkerchief and instructs us to text him his number so that he could give him the address of the restaurant.

"It was nice meeting both of you," Niall Horan shakes Marco's hand again before leaving with his bodyguard, I'm assuming.

I look up at my best friend whose face is still baffled at what just happened. Stepping in front of him, I try to shake him out of his trance by waving my hand in front of his face. But nothing, no reaction. Unsuccessfully, I'm not able to find a way to pull him out of his shocked state. Once his light toned eyes look into mine, he looks angry almost.

"I'm not going to that dinner," he solemnly says, taking off with the golf bag before I can ask why.

Is he serious? I roll my eyes.

He's not going to have dinner and share small talk and bring up the slightest chance of him being sponsored for becoming a professional golfer.

And Niall Horan is going to be there, so that's always a plus. Well, for me. It's not like I'm going, but it's still nice to ponder the thought. Having a meal with one of the world's most desired teenage heartthrob. Uh, duh.

As his best friend, I understand why he doesn't want to go. He's a firm believer that the road to success has to be done with absolutely zero help.

But also as his best friend, I am not going to let him miss this opportunity by forcing him to that dinner. Even if I have to drag his thrice-my-size body myself.

Author's Note:

I love this new fresh start from OIAL and TIAL. New characters, new plots. Ultimately, I chose to write a fanfic of Harry because I didn't want to pair Zayn up with another girl when he has Mia. Lol. That's just the way I'm thinking. But I do plan to write another Zayn fanfic. (:

Anyways...I don't have any specific actress to play Elaine (you can always picture yourself as her, I do that with books all the time. Lol). But I picture Wentworth Miller to be Marco (a younger version). He's in his 40s but he still looks hot. Lol.

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