Are we there yet part 1 -Bre There is a moment in everyone’s life where it feels like the earth stopped rotating and is standing still in its axis. Where breathing seems impossible, redundant even. Your eyes widen involuntarily, as though they are trying to capture every single detail and commit it to memory for eternity. Every passing second seems excruciatingly slow but yet too fast. Panic creeps up your spine and festers to every single vertebra. What if you blow it? What if this is the moment and you let it slip through your fingers forever? And the moment you let it go, it falls to the ground and shatters to a million small irreparable pieces? You want to save it. You want to save your moment and grasp it in your hands, but time moves so sluggishly and your mind is sloppy. You can’t string together two sentences, despite the fact that every fibre in your body is screeching for you to do something. Something. Anything. This was that moment in Harry Styles’ life. Harry never expected to have the moment when he was just sixteen years old. It couldn’t have come at a worse time, could it? It had to be right now when were so many other things in his life at the same time and he was crumbling under the weight of juggling them all. It was far too soon. He had too many other things to think about, like his freaking X-Factor audition that he had spent weeks preparing for. It was just his luck that he would have his moment when he was desperately tugging his fingers thought his curls in a vain attempt to tame them, and the spray of water from the sink splashed on the front of his shirt, soaking it with a dark stain. It was just his luck that he would meet him like this. Even though Harry felt water trickle down his chest, even though his curls were wild and all over the place and his eyes were wide as saucers from nerves, he couldn’t help but freeze at the sight of the other boy who just walked into the bathroom. The loud flutter of noises – a mix of chatter, vocal warm-ups and just excited static – seeped through the open door, but when the boy closed the door behind him, everything fell silent. God, he was beautiful. All smooth lines, flawless skin and a complexion that shone so bright that Harry almost wanted to cover his eyes. Almost. He was slightly taller than Harry and maybe a few years older, all thought there was a boyish shadow behind his features. Harry could only stand and stare as the boy flashed him a smile so confident that it felt like something shifted within him. Bonds were broken and new ones were forged. He couldn’t move a muscle as the other zipped down his jeans, his back turned towards Harry as he relieved himself in the urinal. The harsh sound of liquid hitting the ceramic surface echoed through the small room and that was when it hit Harry. He was staring and he couldn’t bring himself to look away. This was it. This was the moment. This was the guy and Harry was staring at him like a pervert while he was pissing. Suddenly everything caught up with him. The messy failure of his hair, his impending audition, the wetness on the front of his shirt, that his throat felt like it was closing up and the beautiful, beautiful boy in front of him who may or may not be his soulmate. All these thoughts built up, the pressure increasing and pushing, fighting against every corner of his skull until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Oops,” he blurted out. Oops indeed. But the boy seemed completely unfazed by it. He zipped himself up and turned around to face Harry. Harry who looked like a dear caught in headlights. “Hi,” he replied in a cheery voice. If Harry hadn’t known better, he wou
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 06:52:33 +0000
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