One

Harry Styles sat in his living room window watching from across the street. He could see her talking, or maybe, singing, to herself as she tended to her garden. Harry never knew her name, and god, was he struggling at trying find out.

Blue Sanchez knew who he was. The man that was always creepily staring at her through his window. She'd remember that he'd graduated from the same high school, though he was a graduate three years before her.

Harry Styles.

Harry had tattoos, many that made completely zero sense to her. Though some were quite beautiful, she still despised them. He was a street rat, always wearing leather jackets and smoking out on his porch.

Harry lived alone, in a quite unreasonably sized house for only one person. Blue lived in a one story house that she rented out with her friend Milo.

“You are my sunshine…” she sang softly to her flowers, beginning to water the tulips shed planted ages ago. “My only sunshine…”

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