Stormy eyes

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My head was pounding, my four year old daughter wouldn't stop crying. She had left her doll back in London but we were on our way to Manchester so it would take too long to go back home first. I was taking my daughter to stay with her dad for a week, I knew I was going to miss her. It would feel strange living on my own without my little baby being needing to be taken care of. It was going to be strange.

The one thing I wasn't looking forward to seeing was my ex husband, Evan. We were together since I was 16. I was now 24, we divorced in the autumn last year. I did love him but it wasn't working, it was for the best.

It was surprising that I heard the beeping of the car, which signalled I was running out of fuel, over her crying. I needed to get to the nearest service station as soon as possible.

I felt my breath hitch when the man standing in front of me turned around revealing his face. All the memories came flooding back, the moment I first watched him on the tv, the first concert to the last one I attended. It made me remember how I felt standing by the barriers as I watched him perform, grab his crotch and where he would spit out the water like it was some kind of volcanic eruption. As a teenage fan, I remember saying how I would never stop loving them. How I would keep all the posters, still stay active on Twitter and listen to the music everyday. But none of that happened. As much as I tried, gradually I forgot about the band. That was until now, I did love him. And seeing him now made me remember how much I loved those chocolate brown curls and his mesmerising emerald green eyes. Harry styles had found a way back into my heart.

"Holy shit, it's him!" I low key freaked out. I spoke to myself but it wasn't impossible for him to hear. In the frenzy I was in I dropped my purse, the water bottle and fruit shoot I had got out of the fridge.

"Yeah it's me, who are you?" Harry laughed as he bent down to retrieve my items.

"I'm Y/N. I used to be a fan of yours."

"Used to be? Why did you stop?" He asked as he faked feeling offended. One thing was for sure and that was that he was still an idiot.

"I guess the band broke up and I had to move on, I couldn't be a woman in my 20's still obsessing over a broken boy band." I thought I handled that question pretty well if was being honest.

"So you admit that you obsessed over me?" He still had that same smirk he had when he was 16, eight years later.

"Harry styles, are you flirting with me?" If I was still 16, I would be hyperventilating. I had to admit, my heart was still beating fast.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He was still annoying.

He did have this charm that could make you fall in love with him. Here I was, talking to him as if I had known him for years. Well technically I did except he didn't know me but still, he was easy to talk to.

"Can I hug you? It's all I wanted years ago so I can't give this chance up."

He smiled, he still had dazzling white teeth, not like other well known people, the stress got them into drugs and the smoking discoloured their teeth.

He didn't answer my question with words, instead he simply embraced. He was so gentle and loving, we stayed in the sand position for about 5 minutes until I pulled away. People in the shop probably thought we were stupid just standing there. I looked through the window of the shop to see my daughter asleep in her car seat; at least her cry stopped.

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