I woke up with a start. My breathing heavy and beads of perspiration rolling down the sides of my forehead. I was clutching at my sheets in utter shock from the dream I'd just had. It was the worst nightmare I'd ever had and I didn't even remember any details except for the fact I was scared out of my mind. A nippy wind blew in from my opened window and I shivered in spite of myself. Sleeping commando was the most comfortable for me but it still had its downfalls at times. For instance, right now I wanted to go close the window but I was too cold to get out from under the covers.
I took in a deep breath and jumped out of my skin when my alarm clock began to blare! Fumbling with the buttons on my new clock and not being able to figure out how to turn it off, I unplugged it. "Blasted thing!" I muttered. I untangled my legs from the bed sheets and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I shivered again, goose flesh rose all over my body and I reached for the robe hanging on the end post of my bed. As I stood up, I wrapped the robe around me and padded my way to close the window. I shut the window as a wind chillier than before blew and I gazed glumly at the black clouds in the sky. Thunder rumbled and lightning struck a ways off. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I turned from the window as the rain started to fall.
Running my fingers through my hair, I opened the door to my closet and stepped in to find something to wear. I grabbed a shirt, a jumper, a pair of jeans, boxers, and made my way to the bathroom. I stared at my tired expression as I turned on the faucet and then bent over to splash my face with cold water. I grabbed a hand towel and patted my face dry. Now awake a bit more, I quickly got dressed. I had a busy day today recording with the rest of my mates in the studio. Making the new album for all the fans was a blast and the response we got for the pre-order of the new single was absolutely mad! I smiled at my reflection as I reveled in the insanity of it all. Our fans were everything to us and we wanted to give back to them as much as we could.
I shook my hair and flipped it to the side once I was entirely groomed and ready to go. I put on my shoes and socks in my closet before I grabbed my jumper, keys, phone, and wallet. I opened the door and briskly walked to my car.
In a few minutes I was driving slowly through the crowds of fans outside the studio. Why they were all willing to stand out in the rain still made no sense to me. I was always afraid that I might accidently hit one of them as I would drove through. I waved to some and wasn't surprised by the camera flashes that followed. Finally I pulled through the gates and they closed behind me. I got out of my vehicle to be greeted with the shouting of my name from several girls outside the gates. I waved as I entered the building and heard several of the girls swoon. Once inside, I shook my head, the effect I had on some of the fans still didn't make any sense to me... I'm just Harry. I normal guy who loves normal things, normal people, and I enjoy many things. The only thing remotely special about me was that I was 1/5 of One Direction and the only reason we were so massive was because of our fans.
I shook my head, flipping my hair out of my eyes in the process. I gazed down at my phone in my hand and texted my mum back. She was always telling me good morning and to have a brilliant day and to keep smiling. I missed my family something fierce sometimes, especially my mum.
In a minute or so I was bombarded by Liam, Louis, and the rest of the crew telling me good morning. I replied and sat down, popping a grape in my mouth and settled down into the couch. Niall was currently in the booth singing his part of the song we were currently working on. Today would be slow moving but at least it wouldn't be a late night. I'd be out around 1300 and I had the need to just take a stroll through the park on the university grounds. I chatted casually with Louis, as Liam was currently on twitter. He was good with keeping up with twitters as was Niall. I often forgot about it. I tried to do better but I'd never been much of a person who was into the social media sites. I was more of personal contact person. I asked Louis what his plans were once he was done for the day. He smiled, "I was thinking about surprising El with a dinner and movie night at home. She's been stressing a bit about exams."
I nodded my head, "Sounds fun."
"What about you, Harry?" he reciprocated.
I shrugged, "I thought a stroll in the park with my headphones in would be enjoyable."
He nodded and then we all lapsed into silence as Niall came out of the booth. The mood was somber today, which was out of character for us. Maybe it had something to do with the weather and the song we were recording today. The song tended to send someone into a deep melancholic state. Once I filled my belly to where it was satisfied, I laid down on the couch, my head resting now by Niall and my eyes started to close. Liam was now in the booth, I dozed off to his voice crooning into the microphone.
I didn't know how much time had passed by when I was awoken by the boys roaring with laughter. "What?" I asked confused and slightly irritated from being awoken from my slumber. Niall was rolling on the floor, tears running down his cheeks from laughing so hard. Liam was laughing, Zayn was in the booth (he must've arrived after I'd fallen asleep), and Louis was holding his sides in laughter and pointing at me. "What?" I repeated. Then I realized my face felt a little funny. I brought my phone up and frowned. Someone had drawn a mustache and a uni-brow on me while I slept. I tried to scowl at my mates but I just couldn't and soon I was laughing as hard as them. It was incredible how fast the somber mood dissipated when we were all laughing so hard.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and they began to cramp from holding a smile for so long. Paul then walked in and I looked at him. He fought a smile when he saw my face, then he said, "It's your turn in the booth, Senior Styles!" That did him in and he cracked a grin and chuckled while everyone else roared with laughter and clutched at their sides as their abdomens became sore. I nodded fully conscious of the pen on my face and having no way to wash it off.
An hour later, I was out of the booth and had washed the ink off my face. Melancholy clouded my thoughts. The song always did that to me. It's lyrics really hit home. I sighed, rolling my shoulders and stretching after being in the booth for so long. Niall and I were done for the day, so we decided to grab a bite to eat and then go our separate ways. Before we got in our cars, we decided to take pictures with some fans and do autographs. The rain had stopped for the time being. We did as many as we could before our stomachs told us it was time to go eat. We said goodbye and I took a relieved breath as I entered the calm of my vehicle.
After lunch with Niall and taking some more pictures with fans, I drove to the park on the university grounds. Once parked I pulled out my iPod and plugged in my headphones. Locking up my car, I put in my headphones and started to take to the path. There was a small drizzle, so I zipped up my jumper and pulled up the hood. I walked taking in all the sites and the wonderful smell filling my nostrils. I sighed in contentment. It smelled of earth and decaying bark and leaves. I came to a bench overlooking a pond and stared as each raindrop hit the body of water. I shivered once in my jumper and smiled.
I continued on the path, passing by other students. I was suddenly grateful for the rain and the need to wear a hood and keep my head down. I was less likely to be recognized. For a split second I thought, I could've been studying here at this university. I wonder how different my life would be... My brain glided along on that thought line for a moment when suddenly I was smacked into from behind and belly flopped right into the mud! I coughed trying to catch my breath after having it knocked out of me. Someone was knocked out on my back and I was suddenly gripped by momentary panic. Pulling myself back to my sense, I pushed myself up slowly so the body on top of me rolled off gently. I turned on my side and jumped at what I saw. A girl with blonde hair and fair skin was unconscious next to me. I sat up and crawled over to her. I felt for a pulse and sighed when I found one. She began to groan and I waited for her to open her eyes.
The rain had stopped when her eyes opened and I was greeted by the startling blue of her eyes. Her eyes showed major confusion for a moment and turned a slight green in the process until they widened and grayed with horror when she registered I was covered in mud and so was she. "I am so sorry!" she blurted. "Sometimes when I go for a jog int he rain I slip and black out..."
I thought it odd that one would slip and black out but I wasn't shocked into silence because of that. I was in shock because not only was she beautiful but she was clearly American. Her accent was like smooth butter and I had to force myself to answer. "Oh no, it's quite alright. It can get quite slippery on the path during a storm. Do you need help getting back to your quarters?" Quarters?! Did I just say quarters! What the?! Of all the idiotic and ancient things to say, I say quarters?! Ugh! I thought.
She laughed and I couldn't help but smile and forget my earlier shame. Her laugh and smile were infectious, even with her being covered in mud. "I would like that. My name is Dani by the way, Dani Sams," she replied.
I put my hand out and helped her up after I had stood. She was still a bit wobbly, so I held tight to her until she got her footing and balance back. She was standing in front of me and our eyes met. Her eyes expectantly waiting for an answer to her question. "Oh," I blushed. "Harry..."
She smiled, her eyes softening to a blue-gray and the edges folding at the edges and a dimple showing up in one of her cheeks. "Do you have a last name, Harry?"
"Yes..." I said unsure if I wanted her to know. Her eyebrows rose when she noticed my hesitation. I swallowed and said, "Yeah, it's Styles. My name is Harry Styles."
Her eyes widened in recognition and I cringed inwardly waiting for her to fangirl. The mud all over my face had kept her from recognizing me until I had given her my name. I watched as her surprise faded and her grin widened, "Well, it's nice to meet you Harry Styles. Mind taking me back to my 'quarters' now?" She winked and I immediately relaxed. Her reaction wasn't what I had expected and I was silently grateful for her cool exterior.
"Of course," I smiled. I offered my arm to her and she graciously took it. I knew she was a bit wobbly still, so I thought my arm would help steady her. Chills ran up my spine from her touch and also from being chilled to the bones from being covered in mud.
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