Zayn Malik 2014

Harry woke up the next morning and glided downstairs. Carter was still asleep, as it was only 9 o clock. He scooted into the kitchen and searched in the presses for something of his liking. He eventually decided on making a fry. He took out each of the ingredients and placed them on the table.

Take me by the tongue and I’ll know you,
Kiss me ‘til you’re drunk and I’ll show you,
All the moves like Jagger, I’ve got the moves like Jagger,
I’ve got the moves like Jagger!

Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket so he took it out and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Harry love! How are you dear?”...

Harry ran his hands through his soft curls. He wanted to know why Carter left him. Was it too soon? Was he moving too fast? Did she not love him back? He should never have done that. Why couldn’t his life be simple? Like in fairytales and films?

He raced down the stairs and dashed out the door. He sprinted down the driveway to be met by a familiar face. “Will mate, what are you doing here?” Harry inquired as Will climbed out of the car. “I just popped in to say hello. Why? Are you busy? Because I can leave if you want…” Will queried. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath....