Personal Narrative Essay: What Brings You To New York

You’d been in New York for a week or so, crying and getting drunk most nights. You had a friend that you stayed with, she did her best to try to guide you through this life-crisis but it was a real struggle to get up every morning. This particular Thursday night you just wanted to stay in bed, watch Gilmore girls and cry, cry, cry.

- You’re in NEW YORK CITY!! I know life has been shit to you, but wasn’t the whole point of coming here to let that go, have fun and get back on the horse? Your friend was standing in the doorway. She was meeting up with a few friends at a bar nearby and wanted you to join. You looked down at your hands, felt tears burning in your eyes.

- Hey, I don’t want to pressure you, but the bar is just around the corner.

So, what brings you to New York?

Before you knew it you had told him all about your life, your hometown, how everything went wrong. The two of you talked so effortlessly, even joking and laughing together. Time flew by and far to soon, the bar was closing.

- I’ll follow you home, you know, for safety reasons.

- There’s really no need Harry, I live just around the corner!

- No really, I’m heading in that direction anyway.

Actually, he wasn’t, he was heading in quite the opposite the direction but you wouldn’t find that out just yet. So you let him follow you back, talking and laughing all the way. When you arrived outside the apartment building, you could tell he became nervous.

- So.. Do you have anything planned for tomorrow? He asked, his gaze not quite as steady as before

- No, not really. I’ll most likely return to what I was doing before I came out tonight; eating, sleeping, crying.. You know, the usual?

- How about I take you out for lunch instead?

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was this Harry Styles asking you out on a date? No, it couldn’t be.

- Sure, I’d love that, you replied without even thinking about

Harry is tip-toeing in with two cups of tea, looking like he just woke up.

- Hi, you want a cuppa? he whispered

You gladly accepted and he laid down at the foot of the bed. His hair was tousled, his voice husky and you had never seen him look sexier.

- You look so beautiful right now, he said with a shy smile

- I doubt that Harry, I just woke up!

- I think you always look gorgeous..

You felt your face flush and turn a deep shade of red. To divert the attention you focused on you cup of tea, and he did the same with his. You were quiet for a few minutes, then;

- It’s pissing down with rain today, so do you mind if we just stay in and watch a movie?

- Fine by me.

You had dreamed of seeing more of London while you were here, but this prime opportunity of getting to snuggle up next to Harry wasn’t going to pass you by. You wanted him, every part of him, and you intended to let him know.

Harry finished his tea and told you to come down to the kitchen whenever you were ready, he’d have breakfast ready. You got into a comfortable, yet nice looking outfit and headed