Whooooop new Oneshot!!!! I’m sorry, that I didn’t update earlier, but I write a new fanfic and I concentrate a bit more to the new one ;) FORGIVE ME!!!!
If you want to read it, the link is here: http://www.wattpad.com/story/5466743-two-birds-who-left-their-cages
Have fun with the new Oneshot :)
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A new beginning
It was two years after Harry’s and mine breakup. We met us in College and after a few months of shy conversations and embarrassing dates, I was lucky to call him my boyfriend. Our relationship was perfect until the day came, when we had to decide, where to go to get the job we want. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a chance for us to get a job in the same city. We both wanted to try a distanced relationship, but it didn’t work well.
While I was in London, working as an actor in one of the many theatres there, Harry was in Glasgow working in a big company.
Harry has always been a jealous person and when I had to kiss another actor or actress in our play, he was mostly angry and didn’t want me to play my role anymore. While time passed by, I started to stay silent about my work and didn’t tell him some other things. Our at first daily phone calls became rare and rare. We didn’t want to accept it, but our relationship was slowly falling apart.
So one day, we both agreed to make it to an end. At least we didn’t break up with a big fight and went apart as friends.
But after that day I was never as happy as before. Harry was the love of my life and when I met knew people, who were interested in me, I mostly compared them with Harry and there was always something he was better at.
If it was his curly hair, his emerald green eyes, his small ears, his deep dimples, his perfect body, the way he talks slowly in his deep raspy voice, his kindness, his gentleman like behavior or his beautiful laugh. No one could compare to him.
So after two years without him, I still couldn’t move on. And today it’s so much worse. It would have been our five year anniversary and we always said, we celebrate this day together, because in college we were that naïve and thought we would be together until the end of our lifes.
I was so glad that I had a day off, today, because I wouldn’t have the motivation and energy to play a happy person with a perfect life and family. So I spent my whole day at home curled up on my sofa, watching some shitty TV-Shows and just got up to grab some food or to use the bathroom.
Suddenly my phone rang and snapped me out of my hypnotic stadium. Without looking on the ID, I picked it up. “ ’llo?” I asked with a thick voice from not talking the whole day.
At first there was silent on the other line but then a deep voice answered “Hello? Ehr Louis?” I almost dropped my phone of surprise and gasped in shock. “H-Harry?” I whispered. “Harry, is that you?”
The person on the other line took a deep breath “Y-Yeah it’s me.”
“Oh wow...” I fell silent again, that was so awkward. “Ehr, may I know why you are calling?”
“Louis, don’t you know what day it is?” He asks confused.
“Of course I know it, Harry! How could I forget this day?” I said, sadness filled up my voice.
“We are a bit grumpy today, aren’t we?” Harry chuckled slightly and sent me a shiver down my spine. He still had this effect on me, that’s why I couldn’t get over him.
“You know me Harry. I always take every single chance to show how grumpy I can be.” This was really strange. We didn’t call us for two years and the first awkwardness changed in a few seconds and now I felt like I had talked to Harry yesterday.
“Yeah, I know you. Probably better than everyone else. Besides your mum, of course.” He mumbled. “Hey, Louis, where are you right now?”
“Uhm in London, at home. Honestly, I didn’t leave the house today, because…well it’s not really a joyful day to be honest.”
“Yeah, I don’t feel very well, too. I assume you have time then? Because I had a meeting today, here in London and, well I thought, we could meet? Maybe…” He trailed off and I almost dropped my phone again.
“Harry, I…I don’t know” I hesitated, On the one hand, I wanted so bad to meet him, but on the other hand, I was slightly afraid.
“Louis, we are still friends, right? I mean, we didn’t fight and...yeah. So let us meet, have some lunch, talk a bit, as friends.”
After a few seconds of hesitation I made a decision I hopefully didn’t regret later. “Alright, so where are you? Then I’ll come to you. But I need a bit time, I don’t want to shock all the people with my ‘to-desperate-to-dress-up-look’.”
Harry laughed out loud “Ok, ok, I’ll wait. I’m in one of these little cafés near the Thames. I’m sitting outside, so I think you’ll find me.”
“Ok, I’ll be there. See you later, Harry” I said and hung up the phone before he could repeat. I had the urge to let out a loud scream. He was here, in London, he wanted to meet me and I had no idea how to handle this situation! When I stood under the shower, I thought about him, like I did the whole day. But now it was different. Did he has the same look, like two years ago? Did he still has these awesome thigh gaps? Did he still wears his so much loved black skinny jeans? Did he still has the same curly hair, or is it shorter? Did he still wears his white shirts with a blazer? These were all random facts, but I never forgot all these little things.
I stood like fifteen minutes in front of my clothes, not knowing what to wear. Then I decided to wear a black and white striped shirt and a dark blue trouser.
When I headed off the house and walked to the little cafés – it wasn’t that far away – my nervousness reached the limit. I had sweaty hands and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I felt like I was going to my first date or something. But it wasn’t a date. Harry clearly said we’ll meet up as friends.
As soon as I came to the cafés I stopped, to take a deep breath and to calm down, unsuccessfully. I searched for him, moving my eyes from one café to the next. And then I saw him, at the last café, sitting casually in a chair, sipping on a cappuccino and observing some people who are walking by.
I took the last steps and when I was in front of him, he looked up, a big smile appeared on his face, showing his dimples. “Louis, hey!” He stood up and took me into a tight embrace, I inhaled his scent. He still used the same fragrance like two years ago. He pulled away and sat down again, motioning me to sit down, too. “You look good”.
I blushed like a sixteen year old teenager, great Louis, I thought. “Uhm, thanks. But not as good as you”
“Naaah, you still can’t take a compliment, right? What do you want to drink?” He asks firmly.
“Oh, ehr, some Yorkshire tea.”
“Hah, I knew it” he laughed out. “I ordered it, already.” And while he was saying it, a young waitress came, with the tea, giving Harry a bright smile.
When she was gone, I chuckled slightly. “Harry Styles, after all these years, you still affect the ladies with just sitting here and sipping on your cappuccino. So, Harry, tell me. What have you done, the last two years?”
And with that we started talking about our job, some new people we had met, a bit about our parents and things we made together in College. We sat there for hours until the waitress came back and told us, that the café would close for the rest of the day. We totally forgot the time with each other. I felt so right to hang out with Harry again.
We walked along the Thames in silence, when Harry suddenly blurted out “Louis, I miss you”
I was so shocked, that I stumbled and almost fell over my own feet. “What?”
“I miss you. I miss you so much, Louis. Since we broke up I’m not really happy, I think every day about you, imagine what you would do at the moment, when I watch a movie, we watched together, I always think about you, how you sat there and laugh or cry or when you were so attached to an actor that you always had this beautiful glance in your eyes. I’m so sorry, that I was so jealous and so selfish and I can’t forgive myself, because I always think that it’s my fault, that our distanced relationship didn’t work. I-I can’t forget you, Louis. And that’s why I called you today, because we always said, that we celebrate our anniversary together. Well, it’s not a celebration, but I’m so glad, that you are here and that we’re not alone at this day. Louis, we broke up two years ago, but I still love you, with all my heart. I understand if you don’t feel the same, or if you found someone else who treats you better than me. But I had to say that, I just had to.”
He wanted to say something more, but I cut him off with grabbing his shirt. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him on his soft lips. When I felt that he moved his lips, too, I took my hands behind his neck and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes we pulled away, staring each other in the eyes.
“I love you, too, Harry. I haven’t found someone because I always compare people to you and no one would make as happy as I was with you. I think I can’t love anyone else, because you’re perfect and no one could replace you.”
He smiled at me, “Uhm, Louis? You cut me off. Not that I complain, but I have to ask you something. You know I told you something about a meeting here in London. You want to know what it was?”
“Sure, tell me!”
“Look, the company where I work, has two places, one in Glasgow and one here in London. They need a new second manager in London and they asked if I want to have this job. I wasn’t sure if I can make it as a second manager, but within these circumstances right now, I could give it a try. And maybe, we should start a new beginning? What do you think?”
I looked at him with wide eyes and then a small happy tear started running down my cheek. “You should definitely give it a try, Harry! I would be mad, if you don’t take the chance. And my flat is big enough for another person!”
“You sure?”
“I am, Harry.” I said truthfully and kissed him again.
We were wrong, we had something to celebrate this day. Harry’s and mine reunion. A start in our common future.
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The end ;) Oh and I don’t know if there are cafés near the Thames, but I’m not from the UK and have never been in London (meeeeeeh) so I don’t know that :D
Beautiful people, I had an idea. What would you think, if you tell me in a comment which genre, you want to read the next? Fluffy, romantic, smut, AU, maybe some sad things?
You could get what you want and I think, I can try to update faster. :D
So? Tell me!
Thanks for reading, lovelies!!!
Much love xxx.