Meeting Harry

I was the class clown, I cared more about making people happy than I did about anything really. Never really cared about much or thought very hard about anything. That is until I met Harry Styles, that curly headed boy who flipped my entire being upside down. I normally wouldn't hesitate before speaking, but around him I was hesitant and louder. I fell and I fell hard, but it hasn't been easy, at all. We've both fucked up, made some serious mistakes and shed a lot of tears. But nothing worth having comes easy, right?