Then and Now: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Two

This is a very, very short chapter! It just really introduces the new time frame. Mainly a transitional chapter, if that makes any sense! lol :) I really quickly made a cover this morning, though I don't like it too much. I think I'm going to go make another one. Remember to vote and comment! :) 

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Two Years Later

I woke up abruptly. The bright sunlight was streaming through my already opened blinds.  

‘Damn. I must’ve forgotten to close them last night.’  I thought, rubbing my eyes.

I lazily glanced at my clock, which was sitting on nightstand. The numbers were blurry for a few seconds before my vision cleared.

“Its 8:38, that’s nice.” I murmured to myself yawning.

What I just said registered in my brain, and my eyes widened. 8:38 AM. That’s bad.

“Oh shit.” I screeched as I scrambled out of bed, knocking my lamp of my side table as I did so.

I had a lecture at the University in exactly twenty two minutes, and I was one of those people who needed more than half an hour to get ready in the morning. Picking an outfit, eating, checking my messages, and getting a reasonable amount of caffeine into my body took time.

“Shit. Shit. Shit! I can’t be late for this! Damn it!” I muttered while I ran into of my bathroom.

I emerged five minutes later, and quickly threw on a pair of dark washed jeans, a flowy purple top, and my favourite white blazer. It was my pre-picked emergency outfit for times like this. After I ran a brush through my knotty hair, and grabbed my bag, I skid out of my room.

“Late again?” Becca asked. She was sitting at our kitchen table, sipping her perfectly prepared tea.

“Becca! You’re still here and you didn’t wake me up! I'm going to be late damn it!” I yelled at her as I slipped on my TOMS and ran out of the door.

“Love you too!” I heard her shout, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. That was such a typically Becca thing to say.

We had moved in together into central London the moment we turned eighteen, for University. Since the singing dream hadn’t worked out for her, Becca had revaluated what she wanted to do with her life, and decided to study early childhood development. She was really enjoying it, and I was happy for her. She had taken it really hard not getting to the live shows in X Factor, and it took her a month to really get back to her normal self.

I ran outside, and quickly hailed a cab. “University of London. Step on it!”

The drive was five minutes long, and during that time, I listened to the station that the driver had turned on. It was one of those stations that only played pop, and nothing else. Ugh. Sure, I liked pop, but I liked other types of music too.

“That’s what makes you beautiful!” screamed out of the speakers, and I couldn’t help but wince. The volume was loud!

The talk show host began talking. “That was What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction! Today we are lucky enough to have the boys themselves in studio with us! So let us welcome Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Harry Styles!”

My eyes widened as I heard his name. I knew that the band he was in was wildly popular, who wouldn’t? Their faces were practically plastered onto every billboard out there! I didn’t know too much about them though, I wasn’t a huge fan, and only listened to their music from time to time.

“So boys, how’s life been over the past few months? You lads have blown up in America! You can’t go anywhere now without hundreds of girls running after you, screaming your names!” the host asked.

“It’s amazing, really.” I heard Harry say.

‘Wow, his voice is deeper than I remember.’ I thought to myself. I then mentally slapped myself. ‘Of course it is, it’s been two years!’

“We just have to send a massive thank you to all our fans, all over the world. We wouldn’t be anything without all of your support. We love you!” Harry continued.

I could only imagine how many teenage girls were screaming right now, listening to this interview.

“We’re here, lass.” The cab driver interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh? Thank you! I said, thrusting the money to cover the ride into his hands, and jumped out of the car. I ran towards the lecture house. My watch read 8:58.

“Oh good Lord, I better make this class.” I muttered; I was almost at the door.

I ran into the hall with absolutely no time to spare, and slid into my seat just as the professor began to talk. He even sent me a dirty look. Not that I cared. I had made the class, and that was all that mattered.

Thank God, though. Karma must like me today. For once.