Chapter One – I’m a Man of Many Wishes
Blue’s Point Of View:
To the world you may be but one, but to one you might be the world. This is how I feel about my best friend and he doesn't know it...yet. I sighed; thinking about my best friend Harry Styles never helped my mood. I’m so in love with him, everything about him just makes my heart beat that little bit faster. ‘Hannah... Can you help me?’ I called all muffled into Hannah’s room, holding my nail varnish in my mouth. She padded out, with sleepy eyes in her oversized shit. It wasn’t her shirt actually; it was her boyfriends – Louis’. ‘Here....’ she murmured, and expertly covered my right hand’s nails. Smiling at my new nails – I sat down, while Hannah clumsily made some coffee. Cradling the cup in my hands I watched Jeremy Kezza on TV, before heading back to my room. Hannah was already fast asleep – on her day off she slept all day pretty much. Smiling I pulled open the faded yellow blinds of my room. London was going to be cold today I decided, a thick looming mist was hanging over it, depressingly. I pulled out my black jeans – blue shirt which I tied at the waist, and pulled on my yellow doc martins. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, a pulled on my denim jacket. Applying a line of eyeliner to each eye – and picking my tin of lip balm up and dropping it into my handbag I slipped out of the house. The cold air hit me, and I instinctively hugged my bag to my chest, as I made my way down the road. I looked up and down – the street we lived on had flat either side, a few little cars dotted along the road and three shops at the end of the street – An Italian restaurant, a paper shop, and a little bakery. I passed the pub at the end of the road and hurried down the steps of the tube station. My heeled boots clapping the floor, as I slipped myself through the thick crowd of commuters. I found my tube as predicted already waiting at the platform – leaping on I sighed and sat down on the red itchy seat. For the first time that morning I could sort myself out before College. I pulled my lip balm out – strawberry – Harry’s favourite fruit I smiled to myself, thinking about him either made me happy or sad. I applied it, and popped my lips, the fat man opposite me winked. Ew I thought, and laughed I tugged at my iPod headphones and plugged them in – turning Eminem up loud as possible to block out all the ‘tube chatter’. I leant against the seat and took a deep breath, closing my eyes I felt the rock of the tube as it shuddered along the track. I glanced down at my phone – a message from mum, opening it; ‘have a nice day darling xx’ how sweet, and she was clearly dropping this text to remind me to call her. I tapped a reply, and almost instantly got another text message as the signal for my phone was found again; From Harry: ‘Blue! Parents want to see everyone tomorrow, dinner around 7? X’ my heart started beating at an unhealthy rate, I popped my phone back into my bag and decided to leave it a while before replying. After the usual stops the tube pulled up at my station – I stepped off the train and saw my friend Cassie – she pulled her hair in a tight bun off her face and she looked beautiful this morning, ‘hey darling’ she said her Scottish voice engulfing me. I kissed her cheek, and we wandered up the stairs towards the fresh air. Cassie and I had been going to college together for about 6months – every day we had college she would wait by my platform and we would walk in together. Usually I moaned about my love life – today however we discussed hers. Cassie had been seeing this sweet guy from out DT lessons; Niall Horan. The hottest Irish guy I knew, this title wasn’t hard for him to gain, as he was the only Irish guy I knew. She told me about how amazing he was in bed, I cringed at the thought of this – the last time I’d been with someone like that, I had been very pissed, and did it with some random, very ugly man – Harry found it particularly funny when the man then told me he was gay. Not amused by this thought I shook it off, and felt relief from the conversation when I saw the familiar London College of Art logo ahead. Daniella a girl from work jogged up to us, and handed us a leaflet, I chucked it away – usually some random college spam. ‘Hey.. .’ she said breathlessly, and kissed both our cheeks, Cassie said she’d see me tomorrow, and jogged towards Niall. Daniella started talking about work, and asked if I would take her shift that nice, I rolled my eyes. ‘I can’t, I have dinner, sorry’ I said, she forced a smile, and shook her head, ‘no worries – catch ya later?’ she sung as she turned into her class room.
Harrys Point of View:
Have you ever had those symptoms of love? You know like when you can't go a day without thinking about them, you miss them, you dream about them, you fantasize about them; you hate it when you guys don't talk to each other, it kills you when you don't see them for even a day. Every time someone talks about love, or you hear a love song, or even read something about love the first thing that comes to your head is them...When You want to be the guy she holds hands with, she kisses with, she hugs etc. etc. But the thing is... You don’t FEEL like you’re in love. could it just be that you REALLY like them and that’s it or is that really love? If they are right in front of you and you can’t tell them you’re in love them.... Is it fear? Or is it... just a crush? How exactly do you know when you’re in love?? Cause this is what I’m feeling. I don’t know if I love her, and by her I mean the most amazing person in the world – my best friend Blue. I stared at the door of the bakery, wishing for someone to walk in and ask to buy something, so my thoughts would be distracted. I shifted my gaze to the clock above the door, ten to five, nearly the end of the day. I sank back into the kitchen behind the counter, the chef, Marco was singing, and finishing the prep for tomorrow. ‘Marco, no one’s here, can I go?’ I asked him, Marco was a big tough man, but what made me laugh is that he never hurt a fly. Marco moved his hand, and waved me off, I yelled my thank you’s because I was already grabbing my jacket and heading out the door. Today hadn’t been the nicest days, and I headed for the pub where on a Thursday I usually met Louis – both of us after work. Sometimes, Blue and Hannah would join us, but as I saw Louis alone, tonight it seemed they weren’t. My heart sank a little when I really didn’t think Blue was here – ‘hey man’ Louis said handing me my beer. Louis told me about Hannah, and how he thought he might like to take her somewhere one night, I listened like a good friend, but desperate to ask him if he had seen or heard from Blue – she hadn’t replied to my text id sent early this morning. Thinking about this, I was a little weirded out when I got a text from her that moment, all to eagerly I pulled my phone out, and caught a glimpse of Louis rolling his eyes. Blue: ‘Sounds Lovely, meet you there? Bxx’ I smiled, and replied. Louis noticed my change in mood as I gulped back the remains of my drink eagerly. ‘Dude, SHES YOU’RE BESTFRIEND?’ Louis said to me and looking me in the eye, raising one eye brow. ‘And?’ I said, I didn’t know what he was on about. ‘You’re falling for her again aren’t you? Or maybe not again, maybe you’ve always loved her since year 8?’ he spoke again, his voice dropping serious. Shaking my head I got up to leave, walking out the door Louis followed suit. ‘I don’t know man; I mean I don’t know yet.’ I said my heart started to skip millions of beats saying this; it just made me more confused as to how I felt about her when I was talking about her out loud to someone. I held my coat close to me, as Louis unlocked our front door, I glanced back one last time at the flat opposite, Hannah and Blues’ flat. Louis chuckled, and yelled up to Hannah – like he usually did every evening, ‘love you han’ he said, as she stuck her grinning head out the window, she blew him a kiss and went back inside. Louis laughed and raced me up the stairs to our three roomed flat. I flopped down onto the sofa and Louis turned our crappy TV on, nothing interesting was on, so we both decided to order a pizza and then sleep. I ordered my favourite and looked around the flat – blue walls, painted by Hannah and ironically Blue. Lots of take away menus, and pictures hanging on the wall, and lots of our things had become strewn everywhere. I wandered into the kitchen, where on the wall behind out table was a picture collage. One day once we had helped the girls move in opposite, they had come over and stuck tonnes of pictures of us, over the years to our wall – it was pretty cool. I looked at one close to the centre, of me and Blue kissing, it was one of my favourite, and I had it in my wallet. Not that I was weird having one of my best friend, but it was at her birthday, her 16th and we had been going out, of course we found it weird after a while, and just stayed best friends. However, this was hard for me to accept now, and I was filled with regret whenever I looked at how happy we had been. The pizza arrived, and Louis demolished his quickly, we chatted about the next evening, and he said he was going to bring Hannah back here for a night, so could I stay at my parents or go to Blue’s, nodding because I knew he would do the same for me. I sent a text to blue, not even wanting to contemplate staying at my parents’ house for a night. ‘Night man’ I said quietly and shuffled into my room. Closing the door I sighed, a night near Blue would surely drive me insane with lust – of fuck it I thought as I stared up at the peeling celling.
