Nora Dodson is a "fast-talking, F-bomb-dropping, born-and-bred New Yorker". Harry Styles is no longer a member of One Direction. He's lovely, kind and a very odd young man, though he's entirely unhappy in his relationship. But then he meets Nora an...
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Lunchtime came quickly, but as I sat alone in my classroom, the minutes felt like days. Knock, knock. Alex pokes his head in. "Hey..." I greet him, not totally enthusiastically.
"Mind if I come in?"
"Of course not." He sits down across from me.
"How are you?" I see right through this inquiry.
"I'm okay."
"So...yesterday—"
"It was...a minor panic attack. I'm fine, and I'm so sorry you had to see that."
"No, no, please don't apologize. I honestly wish I could have done more."
"Really, no one could have. Besides Harry, I was pretty much a lost cause for about fifteen minutes."
"That was crazy...I was—I was scared for you, Nora."
"Yeah, I think it was kind of an inevitable breakdown. I've been kind of stressed lately, so those photographers were the icing on the cake."
"Well, regardless of whether it was a build-up or an out of nowhere-breakdown, I'm so sorry that you had to go through that."
"It was pretty shitty." I say, laughing lightly. "But I'm okay. Thank you for asking."
"The seminar...that was fun, huh?" Again, I laugh.
"I've never heard of someone getting as drunk as you did...at a teacher conference." He covers his blushing face. "But I mean, hey...to each his own."
"Hey now...my girlfriend of four years dumped me because I couldn't ask her to marry me."
"You couldn't or you wouldn't? They're two entirely different things."
"Do I love her? Yes, of course I do. But...I just don't know if I see a future with her. I don't know if she's the one I want to mother my kids...or who I want to grow old with. I just don't know." I watch him for a moment and then he leans forward. "How did you know with Harry? How did the two of you meet?"
