The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.
“Whoa there, Stud. Don’t want the missus to find out?”
“Not even close,” Harry laughed as he turned back to the mirror and continued to rub the irritated skin. “Got set up on a date and she’s a bit, um, different.”
“Don’t think she’ll like it much if you scrub all that off,” The other man leisurely shrugged.
As the lipstick continued to spread over his skin, Harry whined, “Seeing as how I’m supposed to be on stage soon, that’s the least of my worries.“
He gently scoffed, “Performer, huh?”
Harry glanced over and saw the man take his bandana off with a smirk. He ran the material under the running faucet and put a dollop of soap on it. Turning to face Harry, he expectantly held out the bandana.
“Take it,” He pushed the material closer to Harry. “It’ll work better than whateva you were gonna do.”
“You sure?” Harry hesitantly asked, looking between the soapy bandana and the man’s face.
He rolled his eyes and laughed, “I’d hope so since I already did it. Just take it.”
“Thanks,” Harry mumbled and he took the bandana, turning back forwards to wash off the remainder of the lipstick.
“Good luck out there,” The man drawled as he walked towards the door.
“Wait, I still have your –” Harry started, but was cut off.
“Keep it,” He looked over his shoulder at Harry and flashed him a quick smile. “Seems like you’ll need it more than me, Stud.”
I’m leaving now, so I’ll make this short.
I guess, I’m left with this space in my heart where you are supposed to be. Because now, I’m leaving. And it’s a bad thing I can’t leave my heart here with you. So I’m leaving with an empty space in my heart left for you and only for you.
You’re the one that I’ll miss the most. And the future we could’ve had. And those memories of us singing our favorite songs, dancing, laughing, smiling. And everything about you. I’ll miss you.
If only I didn’t have to leave.
If only. Maybe our future would be as we wished it to be. A future filled with a happy, in-love, you & me.