Harry POV
Let me give you all a little update on what my life have been so far, as many of you know my name is Harry Styles and I don't really know what I am doing to survive, it's not like I am in some kind of reality or something of that matter, but I've had a pretty wild couple of months, starting with the fact that my best friend Liam is still in a wheelchair trying to get better from a car crush he suffer with his "friend" Miss V, commonly known as Veronica, which they haven't let me visit once and it's in a room living because some oxygen tank is connected to her, but I don't know anything because apparently I am too young for that kind of information, bloody lies, but fights are not my thing.
I am living in a little flat in London with my best mate Niall, a charming Irish lad, well it's more like a storage room, who actually cares about that? My mom calls me almost every day to see how I am doing (not that I always pick up), and Miss Lily, a family friend calls often too because she is the sweetest angel ever, and in good days she sends cupcakes or sweet things that Niall eats (if I am lucky he leaves some for me) also I volunteer with my good friend George Shelley in a non-profit organization called "Angels", we package food on weekends for Aids patients and we got a special case we need to see at least once a week. My case is a charming lad called Jaymi, he just turned 23 last week (I think) and celebrate it with a little reunion of just close friends, he has become more than just social work, he is my friend and he was involve with... some lad, that I kind of fall in love with, but more on that matter later.
After a while of living alone, I decided that I have to work in order to save my mom from sending me money every month, and my sister of mocking me for that and calling me a disable child (in the sweetest sisterly way possible). So Niall decided to put a kissing booth like the ones in American movies and be kissograms (I heard that word on a TV show, don't blame me) we would go to every party and kiss the ladies... but that did not work and we only got like 2 pennies, so he is now using his photography techniques and taking pictures of teen girls that can't afford real professionals, and I am the assistant, so we are getting by, somehow, and yes my mom still sends me money, but London is the world's most expensive city, it's not my fault.
But the one thing that is still in my mind, buzzing like a little bee, or actually bothering me like a big... rhino, is the fact that I fall in love. It sounds nice, but it was not the typical love story, it could be, but he did not want to, we meet online, in a page called Omegle, we found each other there every single Friday for 3 months, and after that, the day Liam crushed, we meet, in an empty hospital room, and it was truly magical, he touch me and I touch him, I still remember those blue eyes glowing, looking at me, his hand perfectly fitting mine, his amazing bum, his hair looked marvelous, his little pointy nose, his insecurities and the way he pronounced my name so softly and so raspy at the same time, he was absolutely perfect, and us together as a couple could be the end of the love story, and I could have him in this moment with me, holding me tight while we watch the finale of Celebrity Big Brother, which I don't like, but I am sure he would love because he is one of those persons that does the best snarky, yet fun and assertive comments. I miss him so much, I would love to have him right here, but it was his choice, not mine.
He said "things would happen, if they are meant to be", I have that pasted in my mind, every night I remember that, and also him holding my hands while saying "there are a lot of things you need to do before actually knowing you want to be with someone"... he did not say exactly what were those things, but I want to do them, I want to have him. In the other hand, he didn't tell me more about himself, although the Friday tradition has remained, but now it's just a small text message, still it makes my heart jump of my chest his little "How's the week" and my obvious but fake answer "pretty busy" and that's it, almost every Friday, but not signs of him, Niall swears he have seen him near our flat a few times, but I don't rely on Niall, specially cause sometimes he is drunk or really sleepy, which is basically the two levels he have.
Fun fact, Jaymi knows him too, yes he used to date him for a whole year... and when I start speaking with him on Omegle, he was still in a relation with Jaymi. Once he tried to find me in Doncaster, where I was living with my mom some time ago, and failed because Jaymi told him that day he got aids. It was not until the end of the first time I meet Jaymi that I realized he was his former boyfriend, but he has been so kind with me, and sometimes he just makes me wish that wherever he is he would just called me or something, I am 100% willing to speak with him, and tell him that I am fine, and that I know I want to be with him. Jaymi has told me to "take it easy, don't be so hard on yourself" and I am not being hard, but painfully realistic. For an Aids patient Jaymi is very brave, doctor's said he was not going to make it pass 2 months, but he has been going strong for 5 months now, and although some bruises keep appearing, his good vibe is still there, and you can always expect good advice and a good talk with him, no wonder why he was his former boyfriend.
As you can see, asides from my fail of romantic relation, I don't really have that much of a social life. Niall likes to drag me to clubs now and then, but I can't stand them for more than a couple of hours, and it's not the fact that all the clubs he likes are straight clubs, because the music is fun and people is nice, it's just that I never feel I am in the right company. That's when George Shelley appears, he was the first and only person to see me drunk (also Veronica) in my first night in London and with Piña Colada's (pathetic Styles, I know), he was really nice, and I was completely passing out and a big jerk, but he didn't mind, and he has been with me since day one. We have a great relation, we watch a lot of TV, we eat, we laugh about pointless stuff and we drink (virgin) Piña's Coladas, he is the sweetest monkey you will ever meet, still single but I am sure that not for long, who wouldn't like a guy like Georgie?
Liam Payne, I mention him earlier, my best friend... but something happen with him too, since the accident we don't see each other as much as we used to, every time I want to see him he says something went wrong, or that he has an appointment with his doctor or psychiatrist, it's like he is avoiding me. Once I try going to the club where he sings, but someone said he called and said he was going to be out of town for several months, a big lie because next week Niall saw him getting out of the rehabilitation center, still in the wheelchair. Maybe it's me the one who scares everyone, and well Veronica... I haven't seen her in 3 months, I just know that if someone presses the red bottom in the machine she is connected to, we wouldn't have her, sometimes I wish she could just knock on my door as she used to do, with her skinny jeans and secretary glasses, but the world doesn't work in that way... I miss that lady.
That's me right now, I still don't know what I want to do after this weird London adventure is over, I don't even know when this London adventure will be over, but there is one thing I do know, and I have it crystal clear since I came here, I will be with him, even If I have to answer a million sloppy text messages to find him, or to even stalk him and find where he lives, I am going to find him, my number one priority is him, my impossible love, the one that destiny wants me to have, my one guilty pleasure: Louis Tomlinson.
Louis POV
My name is Louis Tomlinson and I am a complete utter idiot, when the English words where invented, the word "idiot" was used to describe me, and right now I am the living proof that you can be an idiot and look stunning at the same time, I have high standards of myself, but I am well aware that I am an idiot, and I have hurt someone, a young man... that was probably wiser than me, a complete genius in every sense of the word and his face, just thinking about his face, he was made by the angels, and his voice was deep and slow, he was perfect, he was my guilty pleasure, and still is, Mr. Harry Styles.
Now let me explain why I was an idiot to him, and to everyone else.
Everything went fine in my life until one magical day I decided not to go out with my former flat mate and best friend Zayn (who is in a coma right now, I know, lucky me) I stay and chat with a lovely gentleman, then another day I found him online again, and start thinking about him, for one day, then for a week, then the whole month, he was captivating since the first moment, so captivating that Zayn encourage me to go and find him in Doncaster where he was living with his mom, and the world was kind to me because I am originally from Doncaster, and my sweet aunt Lily lives there, in a big house, so I went there for almost a week. I created an unbeatable plan to surprise him in his university, but it failed (because I am an idiot). I did manage to meet one of his best friends Niall, an Irish lad that was fun to be around, and well he was then a key to my actual meeting with him, that was not in Doncaster because my former boyfriend, who I called a cheater days before, called and said he had aids and I immediately came back to London to visit him, but I haven't done it yet (idiot, see).
But when I came home, unexpectedly of course, I found Zayn was keeping a big secret from me, a secret that I still regret not telling Harry when I had the opportunity. You see, Zayn was a straight lad, he has always been, but he has always been mysterious, strange and eccentric too, so some of the stuff he did with his art or in his graphic design classes did not surprise me, but this time he completely outdone himself. I still remember almost stabbing Liam with a mop when I found him in my flat; Liam was as shock as I was... because he was there with me when Zayn said he created this female persona, a lovely girl, Miss V... or Veronica to be more casual. It did not affect me, but it affected Liam, who was falling in love with Veronica, and sadly he was straight too, so that played with his head for a while. And yes, Liam sadly knew Harry... who apparently spoke with miss congeniality also known as Veronica, actually known as Zayn my weird best friend flat mate, a couple of times and thought she was lovely.
The horror came when I found that Harry became adventurous all of the sudden and was coming to London, my head start spinning but then I knew it was a good time to meet him, but Veronica told him he could stay with us, something I didn't want, so I created a mini flat in our storage room for Harry to stay, and it was killing me knowing he was so close, yet so far away from me (still kills me, yeah he is still there and with his friend Niall, which I try to avoid but apparently he tries to find me). Then the night of terror came when someone crushed Veronica's car, and she was going somewhere with Liam.
Zayn took the worst part, doctor's said that if he didn't wake up in a couple of days they would disconnect him, but his mom hire a really good lawyer, and he make Zayn's insurance company pay a good amount of money to let him be there for some extra months. This is probably something that still hurts, thinking that I can lose my best friend in any minute is not pretty, and it keeps me worried and up all night, but that day was full of emotions a real roller coaster, cause I meet Harry that day, and that's when I became the biggest idiot in the face of the universe.
I conveniently found Niall, well he found me looking like a mess, in the coffee shop, and I told him who I was and that I needed to see Harry, with the help of a nurse they took him to a room and I was there. When our eyes meet it was wonderful, a beautiful shade of green in his eyes, he was tall and skinny, but really fit, I could tell by touching him, everything was a picture perfect moment, I hug him really tight, and that's when I thought I would marry this boy, but then something inside me saw him, and... I couldn't do it, the fact that Jaymi was sick and that I did not notice, how I couldn't see him when I knew he was living under me, how I did not went to his house in Doncaster, everything plus all the hope in his eyes, and him telling him how much he like me, it was a fatal combination to saying one of the worst phrases in the planet "I would love to have you as my best friend" and that was a big lie, I don't know what got me in that moment, but it was not fair for Harry, he was waiting for so much time to not end up together! I fuck it up, and big time... and what was worst, I didn't get an answer from him, Haz just hold my hand and shed a tear, it was heartbreaking.
The next day in the hospital everything seem better, but grayer, I knew Harry, I knew how he look (perfect), I've listen to his adorable and slow voice (perfect) and I hug his amazing body (perfect), but I couldn't face him, he was right there... looking at me with those perfect green eyes, and I just went to Zayn's room, and then I remember, I never told him that Zayn was Veronica, it was a mess, I was an idiot, so I told Liam, but he didn't told him either, bottom line, nobody told Harry about Veronica not being real and just being a part of Zayn, another reason he may have to hate me right now.
And months pass and I did not knew how to treat Harry just as a friend, I started going to college just to find out that they throw me out. It was the 4th time they kick me out of a career, I was certainly done and I wanted to take a break from college, also all the university was cover in solidarity crap that said how much they want Zayn to get better and come back, liars... not even one of them came home to ask me how he was doing, or visit him at the hospital, only Harry, but he couldn't find out in that way, so almost the whole hospital knew they couldn't let him in and just say it was a "reserved for family" case, which also break my heart cause he appreciate Veronica a lot.
My life in this moment consist of nights thinking about what would happen if Zayn wakes up, maybe come back to the flat, do his paintings and use his spray cans, his bedroom was so empty, I did not even like walking by every morning, everything reminded me of him, and well, I couldn't live alone in the flat, that would be scary because someone could rape me (I know there is probably no chance, but still) or robbed me, so Liam was sick, and his little house was a little shit hole so until Zayn got better, he was living with me (and his mom send a good amount of money for rent, which was amazing).
Living with Liam was complicated the first weeks, he may be in a wheelchair but still he had a saying in everything, wanted everything clean and was paranoid about every single thing, he make me check the door lock and the windows three or four times, and I could see that I was getting on his nerves too (not sure why, I keep it real and I am hilarious about it) but after some weeks and some fights, I found myself needing Liam there, and I think he needs me as well. It's a solid friendship by now, he lose Veronica but still knows that somewhere in his little talented musical heart there is a space for Zayn, and I did not say that, but his psychiatrist Dr. Hamblett, who was really nice, I meet him once and well, I couldn't have a single session, every moment when I feel like mentioning Harry, all the emotions came and then I cried, and it was just embarrassing, I lost 50 pounds (money, not weight... although losing weight by sitting in a chair would be fantastic) for crying in a chair, something I already do for free in my room.
Days pass and the thought of Harry's green eyes and warm and strong hands is still there, that bloody charming prince, maybe I was supposed to never meet him, but things are done, and enough time have pass, so tomorrow I am going to man up, and finally going to see Harry, it wasn't fair for him or for anyone, because this is not a strangers story anymore, this is going to be me and Harry, and I know we can have that bloody happy ending.
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HELLO GUYS! thaank you for keeping up with Stranger and now reading the sequel, Guilty Pleasure was an absolutely fun fic to write, I include so many new characters and just develop Harry and Louis' relation, from strangers to a couple (kisses and everything). ENJOY, and well some self promotion, if you're in the mood to keep reading my stuff you can always check ACCEPTED, it's brand new so give it a go!