"Oh Harreh! Look at you! You were so cute!!" I cooed to my best friend. We were sitting on his couch with Anne flipping through a photo album of all our old memories. I'm Bern. Bern Lorence. When my parents divorced, I was five, and my mum and I shipped ourselves over to England. Cheshire to be exact. And here in a small town of Holmes Cahpel, I met mybest friend. Harry Styles. He's a cool guy; gets the girls, with the curls, and he can bake like a bastard! Being sixteen together, we have so many memories and Anne just happened to hold them all in picture form all binded in a book.
"Stop it!" harry dodged from the embarrassing picture and hid his flushing face with a pillow. I thought he was pretty adorkable as a puppy for halloween!!! Apparently some think otherwise....

It took another hour of eating and reminiscing until I was passed out on the couch, knowing Harry would bring me upstairs. When I woke up the next morning, I was sprawled on his bed under warm covers and his relaxed arm draping over my body. Harry's always been a bit over protective of me. Not that I mind, I've been through a lot. You see, when I was thirteen (Harry too, I had a boyfriend. Duran. He acted sweet and endearing but to Harry he was pushy and stubborn and apparently Harry couldn't have me...well ok? I didn't believe Harry when he told me about his doucheness and we stopped talking for a while. Duran broke my heart and one day, in gym class I was wearing short sleeves. Harry noticed a simple scar on my arm and it was like a bomb just went off in his mind. Harry was right back there for me. He bounced back into our friendship and made sure I was never hurt again.
Anywhore, Harry and I woke up, very slowly being the lazy asses we are, and he drove me home...or around the corner. Then fifteen minutes later it was time for work!!! Okay okay...I don't have a job. But, Harry works at a bakery and I love food so guess what my favorite place is? If you guessed Harry's arms your correct ;) The bakery is such a cute and relaxing place. On fridays, I do open-mic for tips so I guess that's my job. I'm a singer and guitarist and pianist. Music is my boyfriend. Oh yeah HAROLD AND I ARE NOT DATING. Everyone seems to think so and when we correct them its always a simple "Oh well you two look cute together"....grrrr....its like IM WORKING ON IT KAYY?? Well, IDK!! I know I love him but I don't and I'm with being friends but if we had more I know I'd be ten times happier and more.

After Harry finished his shift, I was dropped off at home again- this time for good. I spent the rest of the night reading some of my favorite book- The Outsiders. Its so inspiring and relatable. I just fell in love with it ok?!?!
My eyes fluttered closed and that's when it hit me...

"Harry can I open my eyes now?" I whined as he led me through god knows where. He apparently had a surprise for me and well, my eyesight was the one thing he had to take away. His grip on my hand fell and his fingers fiddled fondly with my hair before untying the red bandana. There streamed a river. A peaceful river. It had bubbles of white motion at the top and trees swaying around it. I don't know what had gotten to me. I just was at complete jollity and bliss at the sight of this specific river."You like?" He questioned obviously proud of the amusement on my face. I was speechless. We sat by the rocks giggling and chatting about everything and anything. His arm drooped over my shoulders as the breeze whipped my cardigan back. I snuggled to his chest for warmth. Why? Why why why why? buzz buzz buzz buzz my alarm clock sounded and I ignored the temptation to hide in the blankets and released myself from the dream.

What is this feeling?