Harry Styles Imagines

44. Choice [Personal]

For @-Greedy-
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Can't wait to see you tomorrow x '

The corners of my mouth lifted upwards as I read the few words James had sent me. The thought of meeting him tomorrow in my favorite city, Paris, made the smile on my face grow even bigger. I replied with 'neither can I x', before dropping my phone back in my lap and staring at the quiet streets ahead of me.

It was still early in the morning, nobody to be seen on the streets except for a couple of people dressed in sportswear, doing their daily routine jog. Birds were already wide awake, chirping happily, but almost everyone in town was sound asleep. The sun peeked through behind the trees and provided the town of an orange, yellow glow. As nice as it was to sit there and admire the whole scenery, I couldn't wish for the day to be over soon, so my 21st birthday could finally start. The thought of spending the whole day with my man in Paris made the butterflies in my stomach erupt and I smiled at the familiar feeling. It was still a little hard to comprehend how someone could care so much for me, that he got out of his way to give me the best birthday I could have. But I wasn't complaining. It was nice to be spoiled once in a while, especially by the man I adorned so much.

The minutes crawled by like hours and I wanted to start packing already, but I still had a whole day to fill until it was time to leave and I didn't want to have nothing to do and spill a day. To waste time, I picked my phone up again and turned it on.

After a couple of minutes of scrolling through several social media, my phone beeped, making me aware I had received another text message. The notification showed itself on my screen, but it wasn't from James like I was thinking. Instead, an unknown number and an empty conversation filled my screen.

Unknown Number: Is this Ana?

It was a simple question, the sender probably hoping he or she had sent the message to the right person.

Yes. Who are you?

Harry.

My blood ran cold when I read the name. My cheeks turned crimson red without my liking at the same time I read the message again, and again. My mind was clouded with thoughts of how the hell he got my number, because I was pretty sure I had changed numbers twice since Harry and I had stopped dating.

It felt weird seeing the name that was once so familiar, yet now so unknown to my eyes, again. I wondered why Harry was trying to contact me now, after 2 years of not speaking to one another at all.

The sound of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down again to the device to see Harry had sent me another text.

This must be so weird for you right now...

An airy laugh escaped past my lips at the accuracy of his message.

I was hoping we could maybe meet up?

Why?

It's been awhile, don't you think?

When?