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 "Mi pareva impossibile che l'amore di cui parlavano le fiabe fosse quello. Era ustionante, folle, inquieto. Lui era il principe della leggenda, venuto a prendermi per trascinarmi con sé nelle profondità del mare. Lui era il mio incubo dorato. Lui era l'unica persona che mai mi sarei aspettata... eppure ora non desideravo che lui. E fu con questi pensieri che mi annebbiavano la mente che lo baciai. Il resto del mondo poteva anche diventare cenere." Fiamme, fumo e urla, questo è tutto ciò che Carrie ricorda dell'incidente per il quale viene mandata a Woodville, un collegio speciale per ragazzi difficili. Un luogo cupo, che si affaccia per tre lati sul mare e su cui riecheggia la vecchia leggenda della Dama, sedotta, e forse uccisa, dal suo strano amante, il Principe delle Fate. Proprio qui la ragazza conosce Harry, il cui passato è avvolto dalle tenebre e che ha gli stessi occhi verdi del principe della leggenda, dal quale, nonostante gli avvertimenti Carrie non riesce a stare lontana. Possibile che il giovane sappia qualcosa della misteriosa ragazza che percorre i corridoi come un fantasma? Tra notti in riva al mare e antichi segreti nulla è come sembra.

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[harrykilledmoi]

Silence + Noise | Part One

1985. Manhattan, New York.

Noise, a live fast, die young, wild child living in the Chelsea Hotel, meets Harry, a newly immigrated, struggling, young poet in search of inspiration.

This is a story about life. A life so loud it’s quiet, and so quiet it’s silent. Fast and fleeting. It's about music and poetry and art in the filthy dwellings of its creators in New York City.

Rated: M (for language) Word Count: 5.3K Themes:  AU, angst, 80s!Harry, Poetrry, love at first sight??? Pairing: Harry Styles x OFC Warnings: drug use + addiction, smoking

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Harry remembers the exact date and time that he first saw her.

June 30th, 1985.

10:34pm.

Although it could've been 10:36 as he was still unsure if his wristwatch was still running two minutes too slow. He does, however, vividly remember the weather.

The last remnants of spring were being washed away with the droplets that cascaded from the heavens that night. He'd thought he'd been lucky enough to leave the rain behind when he moved to New York, but like his writer's block, it seems the heavy clouds followed him across the pond as well. He was in search of inspiration and his small English county could no longer provide that for him. He'd only been in the city for a week but had still yet to find his footing, his place. It was the very words of Ginsberg that brought him to the seedy, down-at-the-heels boroughs of New York City, that propelled him to get on that plane, that brought him to her. Whatever the poets of Gotham were smoking, he wanted in.

He'd been walking down Canal Street that night, the rain lightly kissing the tops of his cheeks, puddles flooding around the soles of his loafers. Why he'd decided to wear the dark leather footwear on a night like that night was beyond him. It was his first official night out in the city, so it could be said that he subconsciously wanted to look his best. He'd spent his first week in the city holed up in his apartment. A corner walk up in an old hotel that rented rooms by the month.

The Hotel Chelsea.

The heartbeat of the city located in its underbelly.

He knew it from literature, from music, from art. He was told it was where artists are conceived, born, and died in a never ending forest fire of pathos, ethos, and on very rare occasions, logos. Swimming in a pool of their own shit and only their own shit, and then somehow making it glitter like gold. He was told it was where the muses lived. Every single one, from every myth and every legend. He was just waiting to meet his own.

He ducks into a dimly lit concrete stairwell when the rain begins to pick up. Soaking through the unbuttoned-at-the-top shirt he'd been gifted by a friend before leaving home. He stands under the small coverage provided by the building above him. Watching as bright yellow taxi cabs wiz by, distorting the already distorted refraction of soft warm light that spilled from the street lamps above. He watches a couple kiss in the rain before departing and going their separate ways and yet, although he was in the presence of such a magnificent amount of pulchritude, Harry was still unable to string words together into a verse that would do it justice.

A muffled cheer sounds from behind a door he hadn't realized led to anything, catching his attention. He turns, peaking into the frosted glass window located in the center of the old wooden door, leaning so close his nose flattens against it and his breath fogs the glass beyond its frost. He squints, trying to get a peek inside when the door swings open. He steps back swiftly, heart pounding, lungs heaving for air, hand pressed to his chest. The culprit, standing in the doorway eyeing him. Platinum blonde hair is the first thing he sees, then a sharply arched eyebrow over icy blue irises, and a cigarette, pressed between two lips painted in a maraschino cherry hue.

Harry struggles to collects himself when she side steps and gestures for him to enter or leave, either way, the purpose was to get him out of her way. His eyes are still locked on hers, swimming the in whirlpool of her energy, feet about to touch the sandy bottom of the frozen ocean within her eyes.

A snap of her fingers in the space between them pulls him out of his liquid dream like a buoy pulling a drowning boy to safety.

"Move it or lose it, I haven't got all day."

Her voice is unlike anything Harry had ever heard before. Although she looked lithe and delicate, her voice held grit and power. With an edge Harry could only imagine the sharpness of.

He squeezes past her through the door, their chest brushing as he scuttles. He dwindles when he catches a whiff of her. Whiskey and cigarettes and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. Vanilla? Sandalwood? Whatever it was, he wanted more of it.

She scoffs as she pushes past him into the evening downpour, forcing him further than he'd planned on going. He turns quickly and watches her ascend the drenched concrete steps as the door closes, her tall, chunky heeled boots slapping against them like duck wings on water.

He stands there, staring through the small rectangular window at her blurred silhouette. It isn't until he's shoved lightly to the side, and then back, further into the bar by people trying to exit, that he realizes just how long he'd been standing there. In the process he loses sight of her.

The door opens again and Harry is pulled further into the small bar by a wayward group of people. He concedes in that moment, walking through the dive on at his own accord. His mind still spinning with a looped triptych of the encounter.

This was a new experience for Harry, the momentary loss of self in a stranger, specifically supernal, a particularly peculiar case of sonder. He'd had the luxury of knowing everyone in his small town and therefore had not been afforded the company of fresh faces and anomalous auras for the majority of his adult years of life. This was a feeling Harry wanted to relish in, to drink and be drunk on and its catalyst had just walked out the door to indulge in her nicotine laced vice, and in all probability, to not to be seen by him again. New York is a big city. All big, blinding lights and an even bigger populace.

That, however, didn't stop him from nursing an inaudible prayer on his lips as he ambles carefully through the bar, hoping, while trying to keep hold of realistic expectations, to catch a glimpse of the fair-haired sparkler one more time before he, himself, burned out.

The room, puzzlingly humid, dimly lit, and thick with people, carried the stench of old beer and rotting wood. A heavy cloud of cigarette smoke floats up from the crowd and threads through the dank wooden beams of the ceiling. The walls, covered in a deep red, are peeling and fading into a grimy brown, reminding Harry of the rust that sat on his neighbour's old chevy back in Cheshire. The floor, beer soaked wood that Harry was sure could give out at any moment if they weren't below street level.

Everyone in the room was gathered around a small stage made of old skids in the middle of the small space. A woman, small in stature with tousled brown hair tucked under a dark gray pageboy cap and black, thick rimmed glasses, stands on the stage in front of a microphone.

Harry heads to what he assumes could only be the bar. As if the rows of liquor bottles located behind a very well groomed young man hadn't been a clear enough indicator. His look, a stark contrast to the dwellers in the bar. A crisp white short sleeve button up, tucked into a pair of sharp black trousers, held in place with a black belt, silver buckle.

"What can I get you?"

Harry looks up at the bartender, then over to the bottles of liquor on the wall. A decent sized plank of driftwood sits snug in the center of the middle row of bottles. 'The Sick Rose' it read in a delicate, hand-painted cursive, the same red that dressed the walls.

He looks back over at the bartender who is watching him, waiting patiently for his answer.

"Whiskey, neat."

The bartender smiles before turning to grab the bottle of whiskey from the shelf behind him. He grabs a glass from under the bar top and place it in front of Harry before pouring.

Harry watches him intently, taking in every detail. From the way his brows furrow when the liquor splashes up against the side of the cup and onto the bar to the 'nectar of the gods' glisten of the liquid in the glass.

With a tight but genuine smile, the bartender pushes the glass towards him. Harry reaches into his pants and takes out a balled up fiver. He flattens it out on the bar top, a light, embarrassed chuckle leaves his lips before he hands it over, returning the smile with a curt nod.

Feedback bleeds momentarily over the sound of soft conversation drawing Harry's attention. He picks up his drink and turns his attention to the stage.

She's seated on a high stool, the woman on stage, and has a cigarette pressed between her middle and index fingers, the smoke cascading up to join the rest of the crowd's. In her other hand, an old, black and white school jotter with several coloured post-it notes sticking out of every side.

She gets off the stool and steps towards the mic, poised with her book open and resting on her forearm, against her chest. She speaks with candor. Her tone rhythmic, almost musical.

She pauses and the verse rings in Harry's ears. A dull ache pulses through his chest. The tips of his fingers tingle. There's an itch trickling up from under his skin that grows with every word, every pause, every breath.

This is what he'd been looking for. What he had come to New York for. To live and exist as the wordsmiths before him. In a dark dingy basement bar, last legs, glass of whiskey in hand, cigarette smoke clinging to every space. No more thicker than the voltaic energy that has the hair on his arms standing at attention. The baring of souls in stanza, in verse, in caesura, in rhyme. A chorus of pain and lust and life, oh to live a life like this. And now it was his.

He rubs his arm but knows that that isn't what will satiate his craving.

That the only cure lies within the keys of his typewriter and alabaster sheet of 8 ½ by 11.

Harry takes another generous sip of his drink with peeled ears and attentive heart. Hoping that the ability to write something, anything, would strike him like the lightning that had been streaking the sky that night.

He'd almost forgotten about her in the hurricane of poems and poets that swept on and off stage throughout the night. But when he sees her again, hours later, the initial rush of titillation he had felt returns like an unexpected punch to the gut.

He's three glasses of cheap whiskey deep, leaning against the small bar top. The crowd in the bar had gotten boisterous, rowdier, and now instead of poets baring their souls to the patrons, there's a louder than hell band on stage. He's sure they have no idea how to play their instruments but the magnanimity of their outrageous on stage antics made them entertaining enough to watch. The lead singer had broken a bottle over his head and made out with three different women on stage within the span of ten minutes and yet, once Harry had caught sight of the platinum stick of dynamite, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She's seated in a worn leather booth at the far end of the room. And although there were copious amounts of intoxicated people standing between them, Harry had managed to maintain a clear and direct line of view.

The first thing he noticed was the smug smirk that never seemed to leave her lips. It was as if she was holding onto a secret that no one, not even herself, knew. The second was that she wasn't alone.

Next to her in the booth sat two people, a man, neck full of tattoos and decked out in leather. His dark, shoulder length hair looked as if it hadn't seen a wash in weeks but Harry could admit that the man was quite handsome, in a dangerous, "I'd steal your car" kind of way. The other, a woman, wild curly hair, tucked under a black beret. Her dark skin shown against the dim lighting in the bar and was a stark contrast to the bright red, latex dress she had on. The outfit was soaked in intimidation but the smile she had affixed on her face as she whispered to the object of Harry's full attention, was soft and genuine.

The blonde head of hair whipped around in Harry's direction and their eyes catch each other's.

In a movement too swift for him to register himself, he turns to face the bar, an embarrassing warmth making its way up his neck. He orders another drink even though he already has a full one in his hand. He throws it back, finishing it before the bartender could put the new one in front of him. Harry takes in a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves before turning back to catch one more glimpse of the blonde matchstick before calling it a night, but just like before she'd disappeared. In fact, the only person sitting there was her female friend, the male compatriot had disappeared as well.

Harry can't help but wonder. Had she gone out for a cigarette, or had she decided to take the brooding tattooed man back to hers. Maybe she'll be back. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she was still here.

He scans the room before his body propels him forward, a heart over head start of an active search, removing him from the bar and into the crowd on people. Popping up every now and then to see over the sea of heads.

When he finally does spot her again, she and neck tattoos are wedged in the narrow hallway leading to the restrooms. Their chests pressed together as they speak in hushed, harsh voices.

"Neck Tattoos" holds a small plastic bag above her head, a frown etched deeply in the curve of his brow and the edges of his lips. Harry watches as she attempts to grab the bag back from the man but fails, falling into him, her head turning and immediate locking eyes with Harry's curiously impeding stare. Her eyebrows furrow and her lips pucker. Her gaze is intense, hard but it sends a neon jolt of electricity through Harry's body.

She looks away, pushing herself away from "Neck Tattoos'" chest, as she makes another attempt to grab the baggy from him by propping herself up onto her toes. His large tattooed hand wraps itself around her wrist tightly and her eyebrows furrow in pain as he leans closer to her. Harry's body jerks forward as her eyes drift back over to his. His legs move to carry him closer but halts momentarily to size up the situation.

He'd always been someone who thought about actions and their consequences before making rash decisions. Logical and reliable were words that could be said to be synonymous with Harry Styles.

Heck! The most impulsive thing he'd ever done was what had brought him into this very situation. He didn't think a bar fight would be in the cards for him, ever. But he figures there's a first time for everything.

Harry makes his way over to them as quickly as he can, bobbing and weaving through the crowd, trying to keep an eye on the situation all the while trying to figure out how he was going to incapacitate "Neck Tattoos", who looked to be about a whole head taller than him.

The crowd seems to be fighting against him, trying to keep him away but he fights against it anyway. In that moment, Harry likens himself to salmon swimming upstream in the frigid autumn waters. A dangerous journey but to give up would go against their nature. Fight, however, was not in his nature but he thought himself fiercely passionate and empathetic which could be the same, he thinks. Harry finally breaks through the crowd and is within spitting distance of the two just as the snowy haired firecracker winds up and socks "Neck Tattoos" square in the nose.

Harry's eyes widen as "Neck Tattoos" falls, landing at his feet. He stares at the man on the floor before trailing his sights up to the woman who'd mystified him the short time they had been aware of the other's existence.

Her hand whips up and down as if shaking it will rid it of the throbbing that had begun to consume the limb. She bends down over "Neck Tattoos", retrieving the reason for the abruptly violent situation that oddly enough, no one else in the small bar acknowledged. She pats him on the shoulder comfortingly, her smirk returning to its place between her lips.

"Probably should get that checked out John. Broken nose wouldn't do that pretty face any favours."

Her words are firm but underneath it, there was a hint of something that told Harry that she actually was friends with "Neck Tattoos". That she cared about him, although her actions seemed to say otherwise.

She stands, and in the process notices one of her bruised knuckles bleeding. She brings it to her mouth, and it's all Harry can stare at, eyes still as wide as a deer in headlights.

Her icy blue orbs move up from the floor to Harry's face and he melts.

"Thanks for all the help man."

Her blood stained lips spit the sarcastic benediction with the prick of a sharp dagger.

Harry blinks. He opens his mouth and finds it hard to form words with the amount of indescribable feelings rushing through his blood stream, or maybe it was just the alcohol.

She sighs, rolling her eyes, and pushes past him, stepping over "Neck Tattoos", to a door adjacent to them. Harry twists his head to follow her, in a daze. It isn't until a loud clang sounds, the door closing, that he snaps out of it.

The spinning in his head comes to a standstill but the bubbling in his veins is far from subsiding.

His body is moving towards the door before his head can even fathom it. The pull is so magnetic. It's as if his soul had left his body and is pulling him along by hand, it's celestial.

He moves quickly, almost a blur, as he jogs out of the bar and into a dark lit alley. The rain had stopped and had left behind tiny reflective orbs of liquid on every surface that sparkled even in the darkness. He spins to his left, then his right in search of a halo of bleached tresses but comes up short.

A weight lands on his chest and trickles down to the pit of his stomach.

Regret, maybe. Nausea, definitely.

Should've said something.

He spins on the heels of his now drenched loafers with the intention of heading back inside to grab one more drink and quell his overstimulated mind and heart. He reaches for the large metal handle, when something catches his eye. A spark, several. Flickering and flashing to an off kilter beat. Small but bright in the darkness of the alley.

He closes his eyes and takes in a breath before letting go of the door handle. He takes a step away from the door, relieving his filled lungs with an aggressive puff. He's already been reckless thus far tonight, what's one more ill informed decision.

He opens his eyes and takes a few cautious steps towards the continuous tiny combustion. Slowly, hands curled in tight fists in case something or someone jumped out at him. In case he met one of those colossal rodents that New York was so famous for.

When he gets closer and his eyes adjust to the low light, he sees her. Leaning up against the grimy, graffiti filled, brick wall of the bar, cigarette between her lips, lighter in her bruised hand, pint glass filled with beer in the other. A brisk breeze flows through the wind tunnel alley way as she struggles with the lighter. A slick curse passes her lips every time the lighter goes out without lighting the cigarette.

Harry walks up to her, still cautious but fists unclenched.

"Need help?"

Harry chokes out the words but it's enough to cause her eyes to flick up, landing on the smile he struggles to keep soft. He doesn't wait for an answer, instead he steps forwards, cupping his hands around the lighter when she tries to flick it again. This time, the cigarette lights and she breathes out an audible sigh that dances around the smoke as it leaves her lips and Harry finally finds his voice.

"Y'alright?"

His eyes trace the lines of her face that are faintly illuminated by the end of her cigarette. Her soft lines a stark contrast to her hard glare. The corner of her lips fixed in a subtle scowl.

"Could be better."

Harry nods. He racks his brain for something to say. Anything to hold her attention for just a little while. Anything to keep this energy, au courant, from fizzling out.

If words came easier to him he wouldn't be in this alley. He'd be back in Holmes Chapel, in his makeshift cave of books and trinkets and old wood. With candles that smelt of Christmas and full body warmth, and his family would be just a quick jaunt away.

"You like poetry?"

Idiot.

He mentally curses his inability to come up with something less benign but stops when she lets out a loud, choking laugh. Her head tossed back in sweet amusement.

"Do I like poetry?"

She forces out through her chuckles.

"Is that a line?"

Her eyebrow peaks as she takes another drag of her cigarette then blows the smoke in Harry's direction. He blinks rapidly, the smoke causing his eyes to gloss over.

"You don't have to try so hard. If you wanted to take me home then all you had to do is ask. You're pretty and honestly I'm not picky."

Harry's eyes widen as he shakes his head, his eyes darting to a piece of soaked garbage on the cement, a candy wrapper.

Never had he met a woman so forward, so unapologetically crass and yet, still so enthralling.

"S'not what I want," he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. His front teeth press down so heavily he thinks he might've drawn blood.

"Really?"

She flicks the ash of her cigarette and brings it back up to her lips. A crooked smile cause the smoke to exit her mouth from the side rather than in Harry's face. He nods, it's subtle, but she acknowledges his answer.

"Doesn't seem like it. You've been watching me all night and when people do that it usually means one of two things. One, you want to fuck them or two," she take another drag, "you're a perverted stalker."

Harry's attention snaps back at her.

"M'not a stalker."

She steps closer to him, her body flush with his.

"I believe you," her voice is soft as her hand runs down Harry's shirt collar, fingers hovering just above where his exposed skin starts and not stopping its descent, "and that's sad because I'm sure we would've had a good time. Never done it with one of the Queen's sons before. Guess I won't be crossing that off my bucket list tonight."

She steps away from him and flicks her cigarette. It hits the wall causing the cherry to burst and glowing ash to trickle down like fireworks on the fourth of July. She walks past him towards the door but pauses before opening it. Looking over her shoulder at him, she shakes her head and laughs before disappearing into the building.

Harry stands alone in the alley. His body quivers with shock, with fear, with sheer excitement.

His heart was beating in his ears. His head, a spinny, dizzying top, unrelenting in its momentum.

He attempts to steady his breathing as he leaves the alley, stepping onto the sidewalk. The streets no longer bare as the patrons of bars and clubs alike pour out, where they'd follow the call of the rest of their night. An after party here, a quick, regrettable in the morning fuck there.

Harry bobs and weaves through people, still high off of the sheer aura of the woman. Missing a step and nearly eating shit as he descends down the stairs into Canal Street station.

He dawdles through the station, stopping to take a look at some of the musings of urban philosophers in permanent marker on the walls. Declarations of love and lust, names of places and people, numbers if you're in need of a good time.

"I'm sure we would've had a good time."

He checks his pockets for his wallet or some change when he gets to the pay toll but comes up short. He throws his head back and sends a curse out to the universe.

A chime sounds and Harry double times his pace, looking left and right before hopping over the turnstile. All but flying down the steps, he glides into the train just as the doors begin to close, narrowly missing his torso.

He catches his breath as he looks around the near empty train car for a seat. An elderly woman with a small buggy filled to the brim with groceries offers him a soft smile to which he returns as her makes his way to the far end of the car.

He takes a seat, his back to the window. He clasps his hands together as the train enters the tunnel. His body shakes and rumbles with the movements of the vehicle as a loud, low whistle fills the space around him.

He leans back, resting his head against the glass with eyes closed. Words bloom behind his eyelids like spring flowers but refusing to link together like a daisy chain to create anything worth writing down. His lips part as a heavy sigh floats past them. The train comes to a halt as his eyes open with the door.

His eyes shift to the doors as the elderly woman makes her way slowly off the train.

She passes and when she's clear of his line of view, a glimmer of pale blonde catches his eye.

A few blinks and a double take help clear his vision.

There she is. Sitting at the other end of the train, head bobbing back and forth to the tempo of whatever tune is floating through the headphones that are snug around her ears. A bright red portable cassette player rests on her lap, legs clad in houndstooth.

Although she was quite a distance away from him, he could see her now. Really see her. Her hair glows in the fluorescent subway lights and Harry is like a moth to a flame.

When she stands to get off the train, he does as well. Stepping out of the train a few doors down from her. On the wall, in mosaic tile is the name of the station, his stop. He heads towards the stairs, staggering his pace to stay a few feet behind her.

She walks with purpose, with power. A strut that says stay the fuck out of my way.

When they make all the same turns Harry chalks it up to more than coincidence.

Divine intervention maybe? Not likely.

As they both close in on the hotel, Harry decides that he's going to say something. But when she stops abruptly in her tracks, it throws him for a loop. His legs, not quite registering what was happening, continue to bring him forward and closer to her than he'd planned. She spins around quickly, her eyes landing directly on his as he stops a few steps away from her.

"Are you following me?"

She points a sharply manicured finger at him. Harry steps back, shaking his head. He holds up his hands in surrender.

"M'not. I swear, it's just a-"

"Pervy stalker," a sing-song lilt carries the accusation from her mouth to Harry's ears.

Harry's eyebrows furrow.

"I live here?" It's a question more than a statement. He points to the building.

"You sure? You don't seem so sure."

Harry clears his throat as his hands fall to his sides.

"I do, I live here."

She raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Where's your key?"

Harry sighs, defeated.

"Was in my wallet, but I lost it."

"Your key?"

"My wallet."

She hums, nodding slowly. Her eyes narrow as she leans forward. She steps back and turns on her heel.

"Sucks."

She approaches the front door of the hotel, putting her key in the lock. She pulls it open with brute force before looking over at Harry, who's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, alone.

"Well are you coming or what?"

He nods quickly as he breaks into a light jog. Slipping past her through the door she'd holding open with her back.

As they begin their ascent up the main square spiral staircase Harry can't help but let his mind wander. Questions bounce around his mind and on to his tongue like a diving board. A deep dive, cannonball wave pool displaces his quietness.

"What's your name?"

It's soft but she hears him.

"Noise."

Her voice echoes off the walls, stinging like a sour note.

"Noise? Your parents couldn't have possibly-"

"They didn't," she cuts him off with an over shoulder smirk so devious Harry could swear for a split second he'd seen the devil himself. Afraid to ask anymore questions he stays quiet.

They reach the 4th floor and she stops, turning around the face him.

"This is me," she points to a bright teal door, the number 412 affixed to the center in bold brass.

Harry nods.

"Where're you headed?" She asks.

"512," his answer is curt as he keeps his eyes on the ground.

"Not sure how you're gonna get in without a key. You might just have to sleep in the hallway until maintenance comes in the next few hours."

Harry groans but nods, wishing her a goodnight, frustrated that he wouldn't he able to sleep in his own bed tonight.

He turns and begins to continue up the stairs.

"Hey 512," Noise calls out. Harry stops mid step and turns around to a mound of black leather being tossed in his direction. He fumbles when it hits his chest but catches it, his wallet.

"Welcome to New York."

Harry watches as she slides through her front door. His eyes narrow but the corner of his mouth lifts as he jogs the rest of the way to his apartment.

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[evaolin-blog]

Neighbour - H.S

~something I wrote early 2018, WARNING: major cringe and boring/basic writing.. but heyho.~

Saturday morning was the time to clean, spring clean. It was early April and the sun was just managing to slide through the blinds that covered the window panes, dancing with the dust in the air.

In a loose grey tee, ripped blue jeans, fuzzy pink socks, lack of makeup, and a messy bun, you danced across the marble kitchen floor with a broom and your favourite album playing loudly from your speakers. "Just girls.. breaking hearts!!" You mouthed into the pole of the broom, pulling an aggressive singing face. Thank god no one could see, the perks of living alone.

You heard the sharp thumping sound of someone rattling your knocker on the front door. Panicking, you frantically turned down the music so it was playing softly, propped the broom against the painted walls and scuttled towards the front door. You dusted off your jeans before unlocking the latch and opening the door to meet the bright spring sun, a few fluffy clouds and your ridiculously handsome neighbour.

“"Hey, I moved next door like two weeks ago.." he started, smiling with hands in his back pockets. "-harry, is it?" You cut him off with a grin of your own, looking down from him because the house was two steps up. "Erm yeah. Um.. I was wondering if you had an egg..?" Harry asked quite nervously, tilting his head ever so slightly. You scoffed in amusement, "an egg? Do you mind me asking for what?"

"I'm trying to make pancakes but I have no eggs... is it okay?" He asked, eyes glistening with hope from under you - you swear your heart skipped a beat. "Uh-yeah, sure. Follow me." You told him nodding quite confidently. You stepped back to head towards the kitchen again, you heard Harry close the door behind him and the sound of his Vans pad quite obnoxiously against the marble.

"Nice house.." he said under his breath, scanning the small chandelier in the kitchen. The house was old.. you kept it quite vintage with a touch of modern, everyone who stepped foot inside always complimented your decorating.

"Thank you." You mumbled, "so erm an egg.." you giggled, grabbing an egg from its box and placing it into his cupped hands. They were incredibly warm and soft.. ugh, you knew your heart was fluttering. "Thank you, neighbour." Harry winked, in a deep rough voice. "No bother at all, I'm here if you need my help at any point." You assured him, following behind him as he lead himself out of the house. You were about to watch him leave until he turned on one foot, at the bottom of your path.

“"Erm, Y/N..?" Harry's voice broke out. You squinted and tilted your head in confusion, hand resting on the door. "Yea?"

"Ermmm.. I don't quite know how to make pancakes..." he murmured quietly but loud enough to let you hear. Harry rested against the brown picket fence as you chuckled at how adorable he looked. What grown man didn't know how to make pancakes?

"Do you want me to help you?" You chuckled, slipping some of your own worn out trainers over your bed socks. "Please." He laughed back, practically begging though. "If I have to." You joked, hopping out of your home and locking the door behind you.

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[erule]

F I N E L I N E [h.s.] - F I N E L I N E (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/LGRQqzI1r4 «Puoi aiutarlo?» chiede Louis, gli occhi che mi fissano, correndo da una parte all'altra per cercare i miei. Deglutisco a vuoto, non riuscendo a pronunciare una parola mentre Harry è steso sul lettino, che sta correndo sempre più veloce verso di me. «Puoi aiutarlo?» ripete e stavolta mi sembra una supplica. Harry e Blair si conoscono in circostanze strane, mentre lui sta scrivendo “Fine Line” e si sente perso. Questa storia è un po’ un viaggio attraverso i sentimenti di ognuno tramite Harry e quello che racconta nelle sue nuove canzoni. Non è la solita storia d'amore.

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[courage-dear-little-heart]

SURVIVORS || Harry Styles (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/27p7m268GF "Il suo tocco sulla mia pelle bruciava di un calore confortante. Era guerra e pace allo stesso tempo, quiete e tempesta. Era la luce che mi avrebbe riportato sempre a casa."

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[ateacupoflouis]

Sin City - prologue

AVERY EMERSON'S POV The tepid Las Vegas sun of an early Sunday morning during winter boar through the worn out, stained wood plantation shutters framing the windows of the bedroom I found myself in; its heat warm and pleasant against my pale skin, slowly yet surely easing me to wake from the slumber I was so sure I’d fallen into with the intentions of not remembering the events of the night before. Silence had consumed me; it was all that I could hear as I turned my head shyly to rest on one side; the feeling of cold, navy silk threaded sheets beneath my skin alluring to the touch as the alarm clock which sat beside a half filled glass tumbler and portion of aspirin on the bedside table to my right teased me with glowing red digits that read 8.26am. It was later than I’d hoped to be awake yet still felt too early to face a judgmental world.

Stretching my limbs out as far as they could reach; a foot slipping out from beneath the covers I lay under, I circled my toes letting a yawn escape from me; which felt both childish yet devilishly relieved.Combing my fingers loosely through my still half curled ebony hair, I licked my lips with a desire to want to remember everything I’d been through, everything that had brought me to this point, yet wasn’t in the frame of mind to piece together any details I could hardly remember. The liquor I’d ingested only hours before still having an effect on me as I struggled to push myself up to sit; palms shaking beneath my own body weight as I slid out of the four-poster bed I’d been comfortable in. Feet firmly against a grey carpet floor, I noticed a blood red silk robe from the corner of my eye laid out over the back of a chair in the middle of the room and quickly slipped my arms into the over-sized sleeves, tightening the waist band beneath my chest to help conceal the little skin I had already covered by cheap, black laced lingerie. Tip-toeing to the heavy wooden double doors on the other side of the bedroom; each step I took felt soft and chaste underfoot. As I opened the doors, pushing them ajar only enough to slide myself through quietly, the sounds of Debussy caught my attention along with footsteps belonging to a stranger. “Ms Emerson I presume”, a middle-aged butler dressed in all black greeted me. I was taken aback by the formalness surrounding my name, pausing mid-step to turn on my bare heels to face him. Arms crossed at the wrists over my chest, I swallowed hard, hair falling before my eyes somewhat unscripted as he smiled sternly, not breaking character. Before I was able to respond with any kind of reaction I was informed breakfast would be ready in 15 minutes – my chance and opportunity to decline the offer revoked prior to having an option to speak. After being given directions to the bathroom of the suite, I wandered in, shutting the door behind me with a sigh; as confused as a young child trying to fit a square peg into a round hole as to why I was here. The immaculate black tiled bathroom was like something I swore was only possible to see within the glossy pages of a lifestyle magazine. The dress I had on the night before had been freshly pressed, hanging on the back of the door and there was another option to wear, clothes I’d ever seen before folded neatly atop the vanity unit. I was quick to get beneath the water of the shower hoping to wash away any sins I’d committed in the last 24 hours. Redressed into the same clothing I’d worn the night before, unsure of the other option on offer, I wrung my hair out over the sink one last time before pinching the apples of my cheeks to bruise some colour into them – a vast difference from the rest of my usual milky complexion. A familiar fragrance of cooked smoked ham and eggs filtered into the bathroom like a golden trail of delicious excellence I wanted to force myself to follow but knew too well I needed to escape. Heading out of the bathroom, I found my shoes tucked by the door and slipped them on stupidly, regretting every soft intentional step I took clicking against the floorboards rather boisterously. I could hear whispers and chatter coming from a room to the left of where my exit looked to be and resting against the wall beside what looked to be an expensive, over-priced piece of modern art, tried to listen in quietly to what was being said. “Madam, your breakfast is ready to be served.” The sound of the butler once again behind me caused me to let out a shuddering yet muted moan as I slid my trembling fingers across my dried lips startled. In spite of the heat I’d just stepped out of in the bathroom, I shivered when addressed; chilled as a bile of panic I wasn’t prepared for began to burn at the back of my throat. The feeling heightened when the door I was eavesdropping in front of began to open. “I do apologize Mr….”, I stumbled over my own words backing in small steps towards the exit, not having gotten the butlers name before yet unsure that I wished to be around to find out. The sound of the door handle turning began to make my stomach churn. “Humpfrey, Mr Alfred Humpfrey.” “Well”, I croaked, my voice breaking as the door from what seemed to be an office began to open, “Mr Humpfrey, you’ll pardon me on leaving with such haste. I um, must be getting home.” “Why the rush..” The three most simple words I heard next trickled into my ears as I stumbled back against someone, their hands quick to my hips as I soon realized, the door opening wasn’t the one I thought yet the one I was trying to escape through. The hold, which had me still, was hot under touch; and after forcing myself to spin to meet the eyes of the person who I’d bumped into, I was greeted with an intense glare, eyes coloured like a night sky before the sun disappears, cold like ice. “I just need to go”, I managed in all of a whisper, my own hands pushing his off as I walked past the young man and his associates; a familiar face with forest green eyes and a whiskey brown eyed girl I hadn’t seen before. “Avery…”, I heard my name called out with each shrill step I took, rushing out toward any direction that would possibly lead me home. It was again the last thing I heard as I stepped into a lift hoping to get down to the ground floor; swift to try and shut the doors although someone stepped in, backing me into a corner crook before I had a chance to flee. Before those doors a chance to open again. His stance shadowed me effortlessly and even though I tried keeping my eyes fixed on the ground, strong fingers beneath my chin lifted my dull hazel gaze to meet his. The attire he wore exuded dominance and wealth. Not a single, delicate detail had been overlooked. I trembled vaguely; frightened by the circumstances - just wanting out. The cologne he wore enveloped me into a europhic feeling I remembered having the night before. “There’s no need to be afraid of me”, he murmured calmly as if the conversation was to be kept amid just the two of us; his forehead dropping to rest against mine, “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Then… what are you… going to do”, I choked up wanting to cry, pausing mid sentence to gain my bearings before I spoke, “To me.” ‘I haven’t decided yet”, he responded honestly; licking his lips the same way I’d done mine this morning yet instead of desire was fueled by what felt like sweet animosity, “But I’ll think of something.”

   So I really, really, really wanted to write a dark and manipulative Harry/Louis/OC story. Here's the prologue, I'm not the greatest writer, but some feedback would be excellent! x

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[thankfulforniallhoran-blog]

A different life, chapter six.

The next morning the smell of coffee brewing downstairs roamed through my nose. I was no longer in Harry's embrace, and the spot on the bed next to me was empty.

“Good morning.” I whispered into his ear kissing the back of his neck.

“Good morning sweetheart.” His large hands grasped my hips, and he kissed me lightly. “There's something I want to talk to you about, but first, we should grab breakfast.”

The tone in his voice concerned me, but he assured me everything was okay. “Can we grab some coffee?” He asked me with a smile on his face. Before I could respond or say anything, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the door.

“Haaaaarrrryyyy” I whined.

“What is it?” He replied asking.

“We're still in our PJ's, and I honestly don't want to go out like this. The paparazzi will flip shit.” I said  with a concerned look on my face.

“Oh no worries, I don't care what they think.” He said kissing my cheek which made me giggle.

We arrived at a small cafe. It was the cafe we first hung out with the lads. The one they almost got mauled at, and the one our first picture was taken at.

“This cafe?” I asked kissing his nose.

“Yeah, I thought it would be a great place to talk.” I linked my arm through his and we walked through the door. Screaming fans on the inside quickly recognized him, and he of course decided to take pictures and sign autographs.

“So?” I looked at him with a puzzled face as we sat down in the empty booth at the back of the cafe.

“So. I have things to tell you, but before that happens.. I want to know more about you. Your life story, who you are. Tell me everything.”

Whenever this question came up in conversation with other people, I never knew what to say. My mind was always empty, and I couldn't think of an answer. With Harry, it was different. Being open and myself around him was never a problem. I loved it.

I sighed and started.

“Well.. I was born and raised all over Germany. We moved around a lot since my dads work had him traveling all the time. When I was in elementary school, I moved to the US. I was new and shy. I didn't even  know the language... Other than the few things I had learned at school back home. My mother died when I was ten years old, along with my aunt. They got into a brutal car crash. The grim reaper came for them too early in their lives..” I stopped for a little and Harry put his hand on mine to reassure me it was okay. “I had my first boyfriend when I was 14, and I thought he was the love of my life. Doesn't everyone though? He ended up breaking my heart, and a year later I moved to Montana. I was bullied throughout high school, but it never really got to me. I graduated high school along with my older brother before this summer, and I plan on going to school in England after this summer. I'm only 17, so I was practically the youngest in my class. I've already been accepted to a university in Cheshire. I came here for the summer.. And that's when I met you. The end.” I finished off rambling a lot, but he didn't seem to mind.

“Wow.. That's a lot to take in. I'm really glad you shared that with me.” He said looking in my eyes, never taking his hands off of mine from across the table.

“Yeah... I don't usually open like that.” I replied shyly.

For the next 20 minutes, we talked about his life. His sister Gemma, mom Anne, and the rest of his family. He said they had been dying to meet me for a while, and I gladly accepted his request to meet at the end of summer.

“So.. We need to talk about what I initially wanted to talk to you  about.” He said peering into my eyes with a bit of sadness.

“Go on..” I said.

“Well.. We're only in Germany for another week and then we're going back on tour for another two. After wards, we're going back to England until our next tour.” He seemed to have tears in his eyes.

“And I have a question.” He said not making eye contact.

“Shoot.” I said.

“Shoot?” He asked completely confused.

“Oh shit, sorry. I forgot you weren't an American. It means go, or ask away.” I giggled.

“Well.. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to live with Lou and I in Cheshire when you go to college.” I looked at him with a shocked expression on my face.

“Michelle?” He asked. “Helloooooo?” Harry poked my cheek. I had been glaring for a while trying to take in the question.

“Um... Um.. Yeah.. I'd love that.” I chimed.

He stood up, grabbed my arm and spun me around. His lips smashed onto mine and I smiled into the kiss.

“I hate when you do that.” He said pulling out of the kiss smiling

“Do what?” I giggled.

“Smile in the middle of a kiss. I mean.. It's cute.” He said rubbing my head and teasing me. “Movie night? I'll invite the boys over?”

I looked at the clock and it read 6:45pm. “Yeah, movie night.” I said smiling. We laced our fingers in each others and headed back to Harry's flat.

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[1dfanfiction05]

Yesterday I found out about You- Chapter 68

Back to me: I sat there and just cried my heart out. I couldn’t do it I couldn’t stay here, and deal with all the drama. I needed to leave, and leaving meant I’d no longer be with Harry. That was the worst part, but staying here with the guys for the rest of tour would just be a mistake. I tucked my knees into my chest, and continued to cry. I just couldn’t seem to pick myself up, wipe my tears and act as if nothing where wrong when everything was falling apart. “Aly,” Eleanor said softly. I looked up at El and saw her walk over towards me. “Your back,” she smiled. I forced a smile, and then broke down again. “What’s wrong?” she asked. She came and sat down next to me. I sighed, “I need to go home and I mean actually go home. I know last time I said the same thing and changed my mind, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t act like I’m okay when I’m not. I’m completely stressed and I’m tired and I just want to go home,” I cried. She carefully comforted me in her arms, “Shh it’s all going to be alright. I think maybe you should stay here a little more before you decided to leave. Just give it more time. I know things can get a little crazy touring with them, but Harry he’s worth it right?” I tried wiping my tears and thought about what Eleanor said. “I..I don’t know,” I stuttered. She continued to hold me in her arms and ran her fingers through my hair. I couldn’t help but just feel torn apart inside. “Aly? Your bleeding,” she looked at me and saw the blood on my face. “I know,” I replied. “Harry didn’t do that did he?” she looked at me waiting for an answer. “No he didn’t..it was my fault,” I mumbled. She slowly stood up and held out her hand. I looked up at her, “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” I wiped my tears and stood up. She led me to the bathroom, and opened the cabinet. “Here,” she handed me a facecloth. Just then there was a knock on the front door. She handed me the cloth, “I’ll get it.” I nodded as she left the bathroom, and left me alone. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw my eyes where bloodshot. I wiped the tears that had fallen from my eyes again, but it was no use my face was still stained with tears. I ran the cloth under the water. Right as I was turning the water off I saw Harry standing there in the doorway. “Here let me please,” he said softly. I slowly handed him the damp cloth. He took it from me without breaking eye contact. He then carefully swept my bangs aside and placed it over the cut. He stared deep into my eyes as he did so. “Does it hurt?” he whispered. "A little,” I replied. He carefully removed it, and set the cloth down. “I’m so sorry Aly I really am. I’m sorry for every time I hurt you, or upset you. Every time I made you feel unwanted, every time I treated you like you didn’t mean anything to me. I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done.” I looked into those emerald eyes of his, and wanted to accept all his apologies, start all over, and just say how much he means to me..but I couldn’t. “Its okay Harry,” I said quietly. “No its not and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show you how much I love you, and-” “Harry,” I cut him off. “Please it’s okay-” “Why are you leaving me then?” he asked. I saw his eyes begin to water. “Harry I don’t want to leave you, but I just really want to go home.” He sighed and looked away trying to fight back the tears. I looked down, and we both stood there in silence for a minute. I didn’t know what else to say so I said nothing. He cleared his throat and looked at me,”Its just you mean so much to me, more than you’ll ever know.” I stared into his watery eyes, and knew this was it. We we’re over. He slowly took a step closer, and carefully placed his hands on my hips. He softly leaned in and kissed my lips one last time. As soon as his lips we’re on mine I felt my heart race. I didn’t want to leave him. His lips where off mine, and he embraced me in his arms. He held me so close I could feel the beat of his heart. I didn’t want him to let go, but before I knew it he slowly backed away, and was standing back in in the doorway. He took one last look at me, and then left. I stood there all alone. I looked at myself again in the mirror, and hated myself for letting him go...

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[alisonfelixwrites]

Informed consent: chapter 3

Word count: 14,180

Mia found herself hunched over her desk early morning on Friday. After her first tutoring session the previous day, she was set on making the best out of neuropsychology and she was revising last week’s lesson in order to be able to catch up today.

A soft knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts and she turned around, taking her glasses off of the bridge of her nose, “Come in.”

She knew it was going to be Hazel, so the sight of her friend in her night robe and her hair all messy didn’t exactly surprise her. Hazel pushed open the door softly, her hands full with a cup of coffee and a plate filled with fruit and toast. Mia’s heart about grew twice its size when she gasped, “Oh my god, Hazel!”

“Shh, not too loud, it’s early.” Hazel croaked as she padded over to Mia’s desk to put everything down. Mia stared widely at the food and coffee on the table, on top of some of her books and notes and she pressed her hand to her chest, “This is so nice, thank you so much.”

“Ah,” Hazel waved it away, “don’t worry about it. You’ve been having a tough week.” She leaned over Mia to look at her notes, scrunching up her nose, “Neuropsychology again?”

“Yeah.” Mia nodded, taking the clip out of her messy hair before she was about to braid it later for class, “I’m trying to be up to date for class today.”

Hazel nodded, “Hmm. What time will you be home tonight? Do you want to go out maybe?”

“Oh.” Mia immediately felt herself blushing a little bit, wondering if she’d have to come up with an excuse as to why she’d rather stay home. She awkwardly scratched behind her neck, “I-I don’t know.”

Hazel softly smiled, “You don’t have to. ‘S just a suggestion. Once again, I’d think you’d really like my friends. And actually… I was thinking of inviting them over here tonight for pre-drinks.”

“Here?” Mia asked with raised brows, “Oh my god, I haven’t cleaned all week, you can’t invite people over to a house this messy.”

Hazel chuckled, “Mia, we’re uni students. It’s pretty normal to be living in a mess and I’m sure our apartment’s still cleaner than all of theirs combined.”

“Still…” Mia found herself immediately nervous about the prospect of people in her home. It took a while for the apartment to feel like home, and she had to give the most credit to Hazel for making her comfortable here. Her chaotic, homely clutter just warmed up the entire apartment.

But having strangers over was one hurdle Mia felt anxious about, and them being in her personal space was another. She couldn’t just leave if she felt like it was too much, she’d have to wait it out. Also, she couldn’t hide in her room and there was nowhere to go. The library closed at eight and she was sure pre-drinks didn’t end before that hour.

“Look, we can go to a bar if it makes you more comfortable. It’s only like four people but Cass and Lynn are fighting with their third roommate and she kind of kicked them out of the apartment – which is crazy – and Renan lives in a shoebox and has only two chairs.” Hazel chuckled.

Mia’s lips slightly curled up at the words Hazel chose and she nibbled her lip in thought, “I-I guess. I don’t want to kick you out of your own apartment, you have a say in here too. I-I’ll try to be social but it’s really hard for me.” She spoke in a small voice before tapping her fingers on her forehead, “I might have some medicine left for my anxiety.”

“What?” Hazel frowned immediately, “Mia, no, no, no. I don’t want you to have to take pills in order to feel comfortable. Look, just think about it today and you can let me know around four, good? See how you feel about it during the day.”

Mia felt a headache coming up just at the thought of tonight, but forced a smile and nodded, “I will. Thanks again for the food, Hazel. It’s really nice of you to do that.”

“You do it for me all the time, Mia.” Her friend laughed in return, eyes briefly glancing at Mia's phone when it buzzed on the desk with a message. Hazel didn’t mean to, but she saw the name coming up on the screen and instantly frowned, “H. Styles?”

Mia quickly reached for her phone, opening it up to see the message from Harry as Hazel stared at her with wide eyes, “As in Harry Styles?”

“Yes. He’s one of my therapy students.” Mia explained, frowning a little at her screen when she saw that Harry sent her a reminder for today’s session.

Message to: H. Styles

Thank you for the reminder, I hadn’t forgotten :)

She locked her phone and put it back down before carefully glancing up at Hazel, “You know him?”

Hazel’s shocked expression gave it all away and she huffed out again, “Yeah, of course. He’s in some of my classes. Oh fuck, the broken bookcase, of course!” She spoke more to herself as if it suddenly all made sense.

“Hazel.” Mia scolded slightly, “It’s too early for cursing.”

Hazel put her hands on her hips and looked at Mia, “Wait, don’t tell me he’s the dickhead who made you cry this week.”

“Oh.” Mia chuckled softly, “He was, yeah. B-But I saw him yesterday during lunch and we actually redid Tuesday’s session and he was polite. Do you know him well?”

Hazel shrugged, “No, not at all. I’ve never spoken to him. He’s always late and sits in the back.. He always hangs out with the second years and does most classes with them too so I don’t see him that often, to be honest.”

Mia’s attention was back on her phone when it buzzed again.

Message from: H. Styles

Just checking :). Good morning, by the way. Also, I named you Dr. Phil in my phone.

Mia burst out into a cackle at that, quickly shutting up when she realised how ridiculous it sounded and she bit her lip before putting her phone down again. Hazel had her brow up as she stared at her, “Something funny?”

“H-He just, uh – “ Mia stuttered with a flush to her cheeks, “he said something funny, yes.”

“Mia.” Hazel narrowed her eyes and Mia blushed harder before sighing out with slumped shoulders, “He’s so beautiful!”

“Oh my god!” Hazel exclaimed with a wide grin, “You have a crush on him!”

Mia blushed even deeper and hastily took a sip of scorching hot coffee in an attempt to hide her face, “I do not.” She spoke with a wince, her tongue burned on the coffee but it was worth it as she just wanted to hide away from Hazel’s curious eyes, “Yes, you do! How cute! I mean, I have to admit he’s hot. I didn’t think he’d be your type though. Who was the guy you’re practically married to already?”

“Daniel? Oh, yeah, he’s completely different.” Mia shrugged, her stomach dropping a little when she remembered the deal her parents had made at a young age for her to marry Daniel. 

Hazel sat down on the edge of Mia’s bed, “So what actually happens when you get a boyfriend and don’t want to date that Daniel guy anymore?”

Mia puckered her lips in thought, “I suppose I’ve never really thought of that. Why are you assuming I’d have a boyfriend? You’re not talking about Harry, right?”

“Who knows.” She smirked and Mia blushed deeper before shaking her head, “No, you’re right. I’m not his type.”

Hazel tilted her head to the side, “I never said that, I said I didn’t think he was your type.”

“I don’t know what my type is.” Mia shrugged and Hazel exhaled a laugh, “Right, but I just wouldn’t have assumed a guy with tattoos all over his body would do it for you.”

“All over his body?” Mia gasped and Hazel threw her head back in a laugh, “Oh my god, fun! We can finally talk about our crushes together!”

Mia huffed humorlessly, “Nothing to talk about. He’s just a client and we’re doing eight sessions.”

“…and you’re texting.”

“We’re not! Some of them have my number in case they need to reschedule.” Mia defended and Hazel smiled suspiciously, “Some of them? How many?”

Mia blushed deeper and Hazel smiled wider until Mia rolled her eyes, “Fine, just him. He asked, said he hardly checks his emails!”

“That’s such bullshit!” Hazel laughed, “He just wanted your number, Mia!” She snatched Mia’s phone from the table and smiled at the screen, “He texted you good morning. That’s not just about rescheduling.”

“Give me that.” Mia mumbled, grabbing her phone again before shaking her head, “It’s nothing, I swear.”

“Alright.” Hazel grinned, 

Mia finished revising for neuropsychology while enjoying the breakfast that Hazel had brought her. Her eyes scanned her notes, brain fresh and awake this early in the morning. She was always more productive in the mornings, Mia had noticed, so she usually used that time to study or get stuff done for school before her fatigue or anxiety kicked in and the letters floated together.

Dressed in winter attire, she exited the apartment about an hour later. Hazel said goodbye to her from the couch, deciding to skip out on her classes today and lounge around the apartment. Mia almost felt anxious in her place, skipping a class sounded horrifying to her. She knew teachers didn’t really mind and it was the student’s own responsibility to make sure they were up to date with everything and met their deadlines, but still… Mia could never be that chill.

She nearly slipped on some ice when her phone buzzed on the way, and she pulled it out to reveal another message from Harry even if she never answered the previous one.

Message from: H. Styles

Interesting classes today?

Mia bit her lip, wondering if he truly did ask for her number for the schedule or if he maybe… liked her a little bit? The idea on its own was stupid. Someone like him could never like someone like her. He was so free-spirited and bold and blunt, while she was so shy and timid and hardly dared looking him in the eye. He was two years older than her too, which felt like a decade away in how mature they were.

But then again, why would he ask her such a silly, non-important question at such a random time in the day? She nibbled her lip and typed back.

Message to: H. Styles

It’s alright. One now and then two this afternoon. How about you?

She hesitated before typing the last bit, opening up the conversation. She had never really texted with a boy, no one had ever asked her for her number. Mia felt like if she went through her contact list, the information there was pretty sparse on itself, let alone any information on boys. 

But if that had been Harry’s intention, he had been smooth about it. Mia had no idea he intended to ask her for her number.

A few buildings away, Harry was seated in class in the back row with a huge thermos of coffee in front of him. Even that couldn’t help him staying awake on a Friday morning. What could help him stay awake, was receiving a message from Mia.

Harry wasn’t sure what it was, why she was interesting to him. She was pretty, for sure, but she was someone who flew under the radar and who he’d have never noticed in any other occasion besides the forced therapy the school made him do.

He still felt bad about snapping at her during that first session. He had seen it in her eyes that it had hurt her and had taken her aback, but he was too caught up in his frustration and rage at that point to really care. It only sunk in when he saw her a few days later, sitting on her own at the trash table and nibbling on some carrots.

She was jumpy and shy and blushy, which Harry just found completely endearing. He had to admit that he liked talking to her about school, about psychology and philosophy, about their different views. They were nice discussions. Until she started about the reason he had to get therapy in the first place, his public slip-up in the library.

Harry still didn’t understand why he was being punished for something like that. Everyone in school had sex in the public areas, he was just the one being caught. And not even them together, just him. Lexie had gotten away before the guard caught them and he wasn’t about to rat her out, but it did mean that the entire 4K fine the school made him pay, was on his shoulders.

He had told her about it, and not once had she suggested paying for half of it. That he could do, pay the two thousand dollars to get the school off his back, but four thousand was too much. His parents would know and that’d be a whole other thing. They were nice and open-minded, but perhaps this was pushing it.

He had dreaded the therapy sessions but somehow hoped he’d end up with some cool, open-minded therapist who would let him off the hook and they’d use the time to just chat about random stuff. Instead, he had been sitting in that office waiting for her and he saw a timid young girl with her hands full and her eyes bulging while staring at him.

Mia honestly looked like she could be blown away with a little puff of air coming from Harry’s mouth.

The second time seeing her, he felt for her. She was clearly overworked and he remembered his own early university days where he struggled to keep up with it all. He didn’t think she did the therapy sessions for extra credit, he just assumed she was some rich girl who had time to spare and decided to volunteer so she could judge about other’s mistakes.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

And now he found himself at a point where he even…. maybe…. Looked forward a little bit to seeing her.

Message to: Dr. Phil

I’m in class right now and then I’m headed home again until the therapy session. What time again?

Message from: Dr. Phil

You’re the first one on the schedule :) So four if that’s alright. That way you have most of your evening still, it’s Friday night after all.

Harry huffed out a chuckle and cleared his throat, trying to mask his laughter from the professor up front who raised a brow at him before continuing. He was in a class that he had taken last year already and even if he had failed it – twice – he felt like he almost knew it by heart and this was a complete waste of time.

Message to: Dr. Phil

That’s considerate, thank you :). And it is a Friday indeed, any plans tonight?

His leg bobbed nervously as he waited for her response, which took a little while. He assumed she had still been walking to campus, which also meant she didn’t live in the student housing on campus. Unlike him.

Message from: Dr. Phil

Not really. I think my roommate is going to invite some people. You?

Message to: Dr. Phil

I usually go out on a Friday sooo…

Harry didn’t know why he typed that and he groaned under his breath and rolled his eyes at himself, staring at the sent message. It could mean a lot of things and he wasn’t sure how Mia was going to take it.

I usually go out on a Friday sooo… I’ll end up in someone’s bed tonight.

I usually go out on a Friday sooo… it’s the same this week and I’m going to get blind drunk with my idiot roommates.

I usually go out on a Friday sooo… if you’d like to join?

He locked his phone and put it down, not feeling better about himself when Mia didn’t answer for at least an hour. Deep down he knew she was in class and that she had to be paying attention. She didn’t seem like the type to be on her phone during class, but still – she left him hanging after sending such a stupid text.

Stupid enough that he did something even more stupid, which was sending another one an hour later after lack of response.

Message to: Dr. Phil

Sorry, that sounded weird. I meant that I’m also going out tonight, as I do most Fridays.

Harry dropped his head on the table momentarily, wanting to pull his own brains out until the teacher scolded him again and gave him a warning. He pressed his lips together and placed his phone upside down, trying to pay attention and actually take notes.

The efforts Mia put in for school were very different from Harry, but he had to admit it was inspiring. 

All was forgotten though when his phone buzzed.

Message from: Dr. Phil

Hahah, yes, that’s what I assumed!! Sounds fun. Sorry I didn’t respond, neuropsychology is no joke.

He grinned at the message, his heart lighter than before and the nerves in his tummy had settled down. 

It was hours later – hours that Harry had spent playing video games with his roommates instead of doing school work – that he went back into campus to meet up with Mia. His mates had nagged him for it a little as they wanted to get their Friday drink in early – as early as one in the afternoon.

Harry declined every beverage pushed his way, claiming he had responsibilities at four and that he’d join them afterwards. They asked him to skip the session, but he had said no.

So he was braving the cold winter weather while walking up to the psychology building, the North building, where he took the stairs up to the fourth floor. His teeth were chattering slightly from the biting November cold which wasn’t being very kind on England this year.

“Hi,” He spoke to the woman who sat at reception there, “I have a meeting with Mia?”

She narrowed her eyes at her computer screen and clicked a few times, “Right, she rescheduled some sessions. She’s in room number two.”

Harry raised his brows, “She’s already here? I thought I was early.”

“Mia’s always early.” The woman chuckled simply yet Harry hardly heard her, a skip in his step as he made his way to room number two, near bursting through the door just to see Mia.

She looked over her shoulder when the door opened, seeing Harry entering with his thick winter coat on as she had just shrugged hers off. 

Harry could already tell she had a guilty look on her face from sending him walking through this weather for a rescheduled session, but he offered her a smile to ease her nerves, “Hey.”

“Hi.” She breathed as he unzipped his coat. Mia shifted on her seat, “I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here through this rain.” She apologised for something she had no control over and Harry hung up his coat besides hers, “No problem. I live on campus in the student housing so ‘m not far.”

“Oh.” She nodded, following his silhouette as he moved through the room to sit down on the other couch opposite her. He immediately looked more relaxed than earlier this week, when he avoided her stare and constantly poked his fingers into the rip of the seat. Whereas now, his eyes were curiously on her and on her only.

Mia fiddled with her fingers and reached for her cup of tea, “Do you want some tea? To warm up?”

Harry rubbed his hands together and nodded, “Actually, yeah. Sounds good. Is there a vending machine in this building?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay.” Mia smiled, getting up to reach one of the cupboards that lined the side of the little room, opening it up to pull out a mug, “This used to be a kitchen on this floor. And I’ve got a thermos and some tea bags.”

Harry huffed out a chuckle, “You just carry that around in your bag?”

Mia blushed a little as she sat back down and put the mug down on the table between them before reaching for her thermos, “I do. The tea here doesn’t taste that good, I prefer to bring my own.” She kept her eyes on the movement of her hand as she carefully poured the hot water into the mug with her lip between her teeth.

Harry used the opportunity to scan her, noticing the same braid in her hair as the other two times he had seen her. She wore a dark green knitted jumper with some flowers embroidered on it, a little oversized on her but it looked cosy. The black flares on her legs made her look taller, as did the blocked heel on the boots she wore. 

“Here you go.” She smiled shyly when putting the teabag in his mug. Harry shot her a toothy grin, “Thank you.”

His lips twitched up into a wider smile when he saw her pulling out his old notebook and the pink pen. He had completely forgotten to get it back yesterday when their session ended rather abruptly when they had to get to their next class all of a sudden, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t use the notebook much anymore and they were mostly his old notes. 

“I meant to give this back.” Mia started as if reading his mind. She had felt terrible about taking his personal belongings home with her, uncertain if Harry would get angry at her or not for doing so. She had carefully placed the notebook and the pen on her bedside table to make sure nothing happened to it, and that she could give it back today.

Harry waved it away and shook his head, “Keep it. I don’t use it anymore and I think it’s a handy little thing for you to keep around and… write in.”

Mia tilted her head to the side, “Write in?”

“Yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck, “Y’know, random thoughts. Or just notes for school, whatever.”

She practically bounced in her chair from beaming so much before she nodded, “Okay. Thank you so much, Harry.”

He nodded back with a smile and Mia got more comfortable on the chair, going as far as tucking her leg underneath her. A clear sign of her comfort here, Harry noticed. She would’ve never done that during their first session. She tucked an invisible strand of hair behind her ear out of habit and nibbled her lip, “So, how did you feel after yesterday’s session?”

Mia meant it professionally, asking him how he had experienced going to therapy for the first time even if it was mandated and with another student. But she meant how he felt about talking about the topic of him having sex in the library. His mind, though, went somewhere completely else.

Because after yesterday’s session, he felt confused. Confused, frustrated, annoyed. All with himself. Confused because of how he couldn’t get her out of his mind even for a second, how she occupied every little bit of his brain for at least twenty-four hours now. Frustrated and annoyed because he wanted to hold her hand, he wanted to hold her entirely and he wanted to kiss her. Actually, he wanted to do many, many more unspeakable things to her that he was certain Mia’s mind was much too pure for.

That was the vibe she gave off, purity. Like something that had never been broken or even scratched before. She was fragile but protected. She didn’t seem like she had ever felt a little nudge before in her life to bring her out of balance. 

“Good. Fine.” He settled on answering and she nodded, “Okay, that’s good. So today, I’d like to go more in depth about what happened prior to…” She uncomfortably cleared her throat, “having intercourse in the library. Like what led up to it.” Mia explained.

Harry nodded and she continued, “Then for the next session, I’d like to take you to the actual library.”

His brows shot up, “To the library? Like some sort of exposure therapy?”

“Exactly.” Mia nodded, “I get the feeling you’re still rather closed off about the entire topic, so it might be helpful.” She offered. Harry sighed out and shrugged, “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you think we should do.”

Mia felt relieved at Harry’s quick giving into her idea. She had never done it before, taking a student out of this environment to head to the place where their incident happened that caused them to end up in therapy. But Harry wasn’t all that talkative and chatty, so she had to change directions here and branch out.

“But I have a proposition too.” Harry interrupted her thought process and held up his finger as Mia looked at him, “You do?” She asked unsurely. He smiled softly and nodded, “I do. Whenever I’m bored I get to ask you a question.”

Mia frowned, “A question?”

“Mhm.” Harry nodded, “I get to ask you a question and we talk about that for a bit. Y’know, to break my thoughts and change it up a little bit. I won’t hold out for eight sessions talking about my sex life.”

Mia blushed a little at his blunt words and slowly nodded, “Okay.” She hadn’t assumed Harry to immediately want to ask his questions. She imagined it was just something he said now, but by the time they were deep in conversation about his reason for being here, he’d forget about it and never actually ask her a question.

But Mia thought wrong. By the glint in Harry’s eyes, she could already tell it was going to be a mischievous question. He tapped his ringed fingers together, dressed in another black large jumper that swallowed him whole but also made him look very cuddly – she had a hard time focussing on his words as she just wanted him to sit still so she could stare at him. His hands or his lips specifically.

Mia prepared herself for a question she’d have to decline. It’d be something about her dating life, or her – non-existent – sexual escapades. She’d have to turn down his question and Harry would get angry and storm out again and they’d be back to square one.

“What’s your earliest memory?” Harry questioned, leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair as he got comfortable. His free hand reached for his tea and he blew a little bit of air into the hot liquid before taking a careful sip.

Mia leaned back into the chair and puckered her lips, “My earliest memory… I mean – I suppose…” She started, racking her brain and nibbling her lip – also subconsciously bringing Harry’s pink sparkly pen to her mouth to push against her bottom lip in thought, “I think when I was about five, my mother started teaching me French.”

Harry frowned at Mia’s answer, “Your earliest memory is of you learning something?”

“Yes.” She timidly answered, “Is that wrong?”

Harry took a breath and shook his head, “No, no, it’s not wrong. There’s no right or wrong answer for this question, I think.”

Mia hesitated for a moment before drawing a breath, “So what’s yours?”

“My first memory?”

“Mhm.” She nodded and Harry brought both hands behind his neck in a stretch, sighing out while leaning back and staring at the ceiling. Mia nearly didn’t care about his answer anymore. All she could focus on were his bulging biceps, the way his jumper rid up slightly with the raise of his arms and how she inappropriately glanced down to see a thin strip of pale skin showing up above the waistband of his boxers.

Hazel had been right, Harry seemingly was covered in tattoos and Mia had only seen scraps of him. She almost began hoping she put on the heating in the room too hot so he’d have to take that jumper off and she could take a look at his arms.

“Hello? Earth to Mia?” Harry snapped her out her thoughts and Mia parted her lips to apologise, a deep flush rising up her neck but Harry chuckled, “Y’really need to work on that, love. Dr. Phil never zones out like that.” He teased.

She chuckled softly under her breath and nibbled her lip, “Sorry, I was lost in thought. W-What did you say?”

There was a grin on Harry’s lips, lopsided, toothy, showing off a dimple and Mia swooned like no one else. There was a tinge of smugness in the smile too, as if he knew very well what he was doing. And Harry did know what he was doing. Not that he did it on purpose, he was just being himself, but he caught Mia staring at him without blinking every few minutes. She zoned out, entranced by him and taking in every little detail and inch of skin he gave her.

She looked like a lost puppy and Harry wanted to moan at her innocent, round eyes, slightly parted pink lips and lightly flushed cheeks. She was just so cute.

“I said my earliest memory is probably of me and my dad playing catch in the yard.” He repeated for Mia and she offered him a small smile while nodding, “That’s nice.”

“Yeah.” Harry breathed with a nod, “It is.”

They were left in a little bit of silence before Mia drew a breath, “So back to our original topic…”

Harry refrained from rolling his eyes at the deep dive into his personal life once more, somehow hoping he had distracted Mia enough to carry on a normal conversation instead of it being all about him, but he wasn’t that lucky. 

“You mentioned you live on campus with roommates?” Mia asked. Harry nodded, “Yeah, I live in the student housing with two roommates. We each have our own small rooms and then a shared living space, kitchen and bathroom. Across the hall are two more of my friends. Well, I met them due to being paired up here in student housing. I didn’t know any of them before coming here.” Harry explained.

Mia wrote some things down in Harry’s notebook and nodded, “Can you tell me their names? Might be easier.”

“Sure.” He shrugged, “I live with Liam and Niall. Louis and Zayn are across the hall.”

“That sounds like fun, having your friends so close by.”

Harry chuckled, “Yeah, it’s alright. It can get a bit busy sometimes and it gets hard to say no to certain things. Our rooms are really tiny so I don’t spend much time there except for sleeping and sometimes studying, but I can hardly fit my legs under the desk so I try to do that at the kitchen table when they’re in class.”

Mia frowned a little, realising how hard it had to be to not really have a space for yourself. Her apartment was shared, but her room was of a decent size and she had never felt smothered in those four walls. She scribbled down some more stuff, “Have you ever tried going to the library to study? I do it all the time, I kind of have my set seat there that I know I like. It gets just enough light but the sun is never in my eyes, and I have a distant view of campus which means I’m not too distracted but there’s some movement around. It’s not close to the toilets so not too many people have to pass me by the entire time.” She listed in a ramble, thinking of her favourite place on campus. The library calmed her down so much.

Harry raised his brows and huffed out a snicker, “Right. I use the library for other activities.” He decided to make fun of himself and Mia stared at him in shock as she turned bright red again, “Oh my god, I-I’m sorry! I hadn’t even… oh.” She palmed her forehead, realising her mistake while Harry threw his head back in a laugh, shaking his head, “It’s okay.”

Mia tried to come to terms with her embarrassment, taking a few more sips of tea while Harry did the same. She noticed that the moment he finished his cup, his hand blindly reached into his bag and he pulled out that same packet of gum. Popping one out, he flicked his eyes up to her, “Gum?”

“No, thank you.” Mia exhaled, mentally preparing herself to be met with the view again of Harry chewing on gum as if time worked in slow motion. She had to be strong.

“So, anyway,” She cleared her throat, “that’s kind of what I wanted to get to, I suppose. If you live on campus, why didn’t you just bring the girl to your dorm?”

She could hear the sound of Harry’s jaws crunching the fresh piece of gum and dared lifting her eyes, seeing him staring right at her with a thoughtful look. His gaze was intense and she knew he’d notice if she dropped her eyes just a sliver to stare at the way his jaws moved, so she swallowed and kept staring into his green eyes.

Harry eventually shrugged, putting Mia out of her misery by breaking the eye contact and she felt like she could breathe again. These sessions were tiring for her when the student was so attractive she could hardly focus.

“Well, like I said, these rooms are tiny. I need… space.” He used his hands in a circular motion as if to put more force behind his words, “Space to move, y’know? In the dorms we have a single bed, it’s not easy to manoeuvre. And besides that, there’s not much privacy. I can hear Niall snoring at night, I can hear the bedsprings when Liam rolls over…” He listed.

Mia tried to imagine what that was like and took more notes, bringing Harry’s pen back to her lip without thought as she glanced over the words she wrote down. Harry’s eyes zeroed in on the contact of his pen against her plump pink lip and he exhaled shakily before crossing his legs over one another.

“So is privacy important to you, then?”

Harry tilted his head to the side, “In general?”

Mia paused and took a breath, “O-Or when… you know… doing stuff.”

“Doing stuff?” He feigned confusion, wanting her to say it. Mia took another breath and avoided eye contact, “W-When having… uh – intercourse.”

“Intercourse.” Harry repeated in a hushed huff, shaking his head to himself with a small smile, “When having sex?” He boldly spoke and Mia held her breath when nodding, “Yes.”

Harry couldn’t stop the smirk from growing on his lips, “Mia…” He tutted, not missing the way her shoulders tensed when he murmured her name, “you can say it, you know?”

She frowned a little and shrugged, “I know. Can you please answer the question?”

He smirked wider. He knew it was a dick move, but he suspected she was a virgin ever since meeting her for the first time. Harry didn’t think there was anything wrong with that, she was still eighteen after all. He didn’t have his first time until shortly before his nineteenth birthday either, that wasn’t the point. The point was that she was trying to hide the fact she was a virgin, and it was sort of amusing to him that she had to listen to him talking about having sex in a public library while she had no experience whatsoever.

“I’ll answer when you say it.”

Mia shot him a deadpanned look, “Harry…” She pleaded, and this time it was Harry’s turn to feel his tummy clenching together at the sound of his name falling from her lips. If he closed her eyes, he could imagine her whining it like that in her soft voice while sitting on his lap with her top off. 

This was dangerous, dangerous territory. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, there was a thin line between his teasing and her feeling put on the spot, but he was exploring that line right now. He cleared his throat to get the dirty visual out of his brain, but he couldn’t help himself but wonder what she looked like underneath those warm clothes.

“Go on.” He pushed, deciding it was one last time and if she declined right now, he’d leave it at that. He could already see her pressing her lips together, her cheeks reddening and her eyes looking anywhere besides at him. The pen was tightly clenched between her fingers and she shifted on the couch – tucking her other leg underneath her this time – before inhaling a shaky breath, “Fine. When having s-sex.”

His brows raised up, feeling completely impressed with her. Mia tried to look at him sternly, like it wasn’t the first time she had said those words out loud to someone who was basically a stranger. She tried to hold the eye contact, but she was crumpling on the inside. Harry’s face was rather priceless though, Mia felt. She felt a little proud of herself, but also very uncomfortable and in unfamiliar territory.

Harry smiled to himself and hung his head a little lower to hide it, shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t want everyone to see, I still think it’s something shared between you and your partner. Or partners, whatever.” He spoke, “But the idea of getting caught is a little thrilling, I have to admit.”

Mia’s cheeks had turned into a normal colour now that Harry answered her question. She could feel the feeling in her fingertips returning as she nodded, “So that’s why you did it? Because you like the feeling of maybe getting caught?” She guessed.

Harry rolled his head back into the couch with a sigh, “Not entirely. I-I don’t know. Why’s it matter?”

Mia relaxed in the seat again, “I’m not trying to give you advice or anything here.” Mia spoke, referring to what Harry assumed these sessions would be about the first time they met up earlier this week. Harry’s head lifted and he stared at her with guilt behind his green irises, lips twitching down a little, “I know.”

“I guess I’m just trying to understand.” Mia shrugged and Harry sighed, “But why do you have to understand? Isn’t it normal that you don’t always understand why or how other people do something? It’s such a… psychological thing.” He couldn’t help but turn it back towards their difference in education as he shrugged, “Can’t people just do things because they want to and feel like it? Why do you always have to understand, maybe sometimes you just won’t. Ever. And I think that’s okay?” He rambled.

Mia wrote down in the notebook, finding herself in agreement with Harry but it went against what she had to do in these sessions. She drew a breath, “I understand where you’re coming from. Listen, I-I don’t make the rules here, I’m just executing them.” She softly spoke in defeat, hoping Harry understood. 

He looked at her for a few more seconds, because he did understand. And it just sort of clicked for him. He wasn’t looking at a girl who’s biggest dream was to become a therapist. He was looking at a girl who wanted to pass her classes and her exams, and who needed extra credit even if it meant spending time volunteering in a job she wasn’t all that passionate about and was trying to find herself in.

“Okay.” Harry eventually breathed, “But I think I’ve earned the right to ask you another question.”

Mia softly groaned under her breath, feeling discomfort rising in her body at whatever Harry would fire at her. She sighed and shrugged, “I guess.”

He smiled and rubbed his hands together, mindlessly chewing the piece of gum between his teeth as he thought of it and eventually cleared his throat, “Who’s your hero?”

Yet another question Mia had never seen coming, so it took her a moment to even realise his words before she thought about it. They were left in silence, Harry observing her as Mia was lost in thought until she eventually flicked her eyes at him, “Maya Angelou.”

“Wow.” Harry muttered out, nodding to himself and finding himself impressed, “That’s a really good answer. Did you read her book?”

“I know why the caged bird sings?” Mia asked before nodding, “Yes.”

Harry smiled wider, “That’s so cool.”

“Have you read it?” Mia asked and Harry shook his head, “No, but I really want to.”

Mia nibbled her lip, “I have my copy of it at the apartment, I could lend it to you if you want to.”

Harry’s face lit up as he eagerly nodded, “That’d be sick. Yeah.”

“Okay.” She smiled back widely, “I’ll bring it next week. It’s got some folded edges and I think I wrote down stuff in it and highlighted some paragraphs.” She began in the form of an apology but Harry shook his head, “Don’t worry, I like that. I want to know what you felt like reading it.”

Mia blinked a few times in shock at his words, shyly smiling down, “Alright.”

The rest of the session went by quickly, with Mia trying to explore Harry’s relationship with the school. Another reason she could think of why he would do something as provocative as sleeping with someone in the library. She knew Harry had a bit of a rough first year, so maybe he held some sort of grudge against the school, but Harry didn’t give her much of an answer to that and didn’t feel very strongly about the school in general.

He asked her another question in between, and this time it was what her favourite memory was. Mia didn’t have to think long about that one, immediately responding how she took a solo trip with her two best friends over summer. It was the first time she really went somewhere without her parents and she had never felt so free – she didn’t say it to Harry in those words but she did think fondly of those times with her friends.

Two friends, who took the leap and the opportunity to study abroad this year while Mia stayed behind. One was in Australia, the other in New York. Very far away and Mia missed them tremendously, but they kept in touch through facetime and Mia had even received a couple of postcards. 

The pictures she received of Millie lying on a sunny beach in Australia while she was freezing her butt off here, made her jealous to say the least.

Mia wasn’t sure how Harry managed to get her so weak in the knees, but every little movement he did just caught her off guard and she’d need a minute to recompose herself. She wished his session was the last one, so one, he could maybe stay a little longer and they could chat, and two, she could just go home afterwards and faint on her bed.

But no, Harry’s hour was up and she had to see two others after that and stay here until seven before going home to a crowded apartment – which still sent her spiralling. She had given Hazel the green light to invite her friends over, something she already regretted tremendously but it was too late now to back down. Mia pushed herself out of her comfort zone but regretted it instantly and tried to crawl back, but she couldn’t do that to Hazel.

“So – uh, Tuesday at three?” Harry checked as he got up and put on his coat again. Mia stood up too, awkwardly fiddling with the sleeves of her jumper before nodding, “Yes, Tuesday at three.”

Harry opened up the door already to get out but looked over his shoulder, “Have a nice weekend, Mia."

“You t-“

“Harry!” The voice interrupted Mia as she was about to wish Harry a happy weekend, and she watched with a surprised look at the girl rushing up to Harry in the hallway. She had brown hair in a ponytail, cute bangs covering up her forehead and pink cheeks from the cold outside, “There you are!” She smiled widely.

“Oh. Hey.” He mumbled, a little taken aback to see this girl here. He scratched the back of his neck while I stared at her and how beautiful she was, and the knot in my stomach dropped when I took a step back. Was she the girl he had slept with? Or was she his girlfriend? She was very pretty and she just looked… cool. Fun. She looked like his type.

Mia wanted to curl into a ball at the sight or her waiting for him and Harry glanced over his shoulder again, “Bye.”

“Bye.” Mia murmured, receiving a gentle smile from the girl who picked him up before the door closed and they left together. Her stomach was in knots seeing him leave with her. She seemed nice, the girl with the bangs and the outstanding figure and the bubbly personality. It only made Mia shrink further away, wondering how she could ever think Harry would like her.

***

The tightness in her stomach hadn’t left, and it only worsened when she realised she couldn’t just go home and cry to Hazel about whatever stupid thing had happened and then go to bed at an early hour. No, she had to open the door to multiple people being in her home.

Mia had never been a hostess, she had never really had people over. When she met up with her friends, she used to go to their houses. Her parents weren’t all that keen on having people over and disrupting their day-to-day lives. So Mia did the effort and always went over to their place instead.

She had stayed at the library for one more hour to go over her therapy notes, trying to fix all the writing mistakes she made while penning down so rapidly as people spoke to her. As much as she had tried to pay attention to the other two students who came after Harry, her mind was constantly on him.

And the pretty girl he left with.

By now, her stomach was growling and she dragged herself home, completely dreading the moment she’d open the door and be met with strange people and noises. Mia realised she sounded whiny, but the presence of crowds just dragged her down a little. She was definitely someone who gained energy and good vibes from being by herself or having individual contacts.

The moment she pushed her key into the lock of her flat, she plastered a warm smile on her face and opened up the door. Instead of being met with rowdy, partying people, she opened up the door to a lovely warm apartment to see Hazel and two other girls on the couch drinking some tea.

“Mia.” Hazel’s face lit up as she jumped to her feet, “Hi!”

“Hello.” Mia smiled as she put her bag down and nervously pushed off her coat. She glanced over Hazel’s shoulder to the two other girls who curiously looked at her and Hazel exhaled a breath while smiling, “You’re home, good. We waited on deciding for dinner until you were here. Are you hungry?”

Mia rubbed her hands together, an anxious trait before she also started fiddling with her earlobe. She nodded at Hazel’s question, “Quite hungry, yes.”

“Alright.” Hazel nodded, “Ready to meet my two friends? They’re my best friends, I’ve told you lots about them already.”

Mia nibbled her lip and nodded, “Okay.”

Hazel linked her arm in Mia’s and gently pulled her into the living room, “Guys, this is Mia, my angel of a roommate.” She introduced her and Mia immediately blushed while staring at the ground in shyness before lifting her head. The two girls seemed lovely and friendly as they offered Mia warm smiles, “Hi, we’ve heard so much about you.” One said and the other nodded, “It’s really nice to meet you.” She added.

“You too.” Mia murmured. Hazel then spoke again, “Mia, that’s Cassie.” She introduced Mia to a girl with strawberry blonde hair, styled into a wolf cut that looked incredible on her, before moving onto the next girl, “And Lynn. They live together.” She explained.

Mia nodded and took in the second girl, who had raven-coloured long hair and wore it in a high ponytail. She wore dark, smudgy eye make-up and it looked incredible on her. Both were dressed in outfits that signalled they were going to some sort of bar after this, because they weren’t really dressed for cold weather at all.

“Yeah, we live together with the spawn of Satan.” Lynn dramatically added, and before Mia knew it they were explaining to her the story of how they were fighting with their third roommate and hardly dared going home anymore since the third girl terrorised the place apparently. Mia listened with wide eyes and interesting nods. She had never been introduced to so much drama but it was quite fun to hear about.

Hazel stared at her roommate with proud eyes as she sat in between Cassie and Lynn. Mia only really turned pink and shy when they asked her a question, but Hazel had spoken to them about Mia and let them know to take it easy on her.

They eventually decided to order pizza, Mia even branching out by trying a few toppings. She had to admit she forgot all about Harry while hanging out with Hazel’s friends in such a non-expecting kind of way. Like these people were just genuinely nice and interested and they didn’t judge or want anything from her.

It was refreshing. She didn’t have to prove a thing to them.

“Alright, it’s nine in the evening, I think it’s time to start drinking.” Cassie eventually announced after finishing up her tea, “Who wants margarita’s?!”

Lynn and Hazel both cheered as Mia blinked at Cassie a few times, who softly smiled at Mia from her position next to her, “Do you want one, Mia? I can make it non-alcohol if you like.”

Mia let out a relieved breath and nodded, “That would be lovely, thank you so much.”

“No problem.” Cassie assured before she got up her feet and made herself comfortable in Mia and Hazel’s kitchen. Mia’s fingers itched to go help her or clean up after her or tell her not to slam the drawers so hard – but she refrained herself. She was trying to let go.

Once the doorbell rang, everyone assumed it was the pizza delivery service, but the third friend showed up. Renan was a very gay eighteen year old who Hazel had known most of her life. His hair was dyed navy blue and he sported a nose ring – which made Mia think of Harry instantly. He was just as friendly as the other two yet Mia needed a little more time to warm up to him for the simple fact that he was a man and she hadn’t interacted with men all that much in such a casual setting.

The non-alcohol margarita tasted delicious and eventually, Cassie made her a second one when the pizza’s arrived. It was foreign for Mia, sitting on the carpet around the coffee table and sharing pizza while having drinks and casual chats with friends. She was mostly listening to what they talked about, observing a little bit and smiling along sometimes.

Hazel followed her gaze when Mia got a text from Harry, smirking knowingly but not saying anything to her friends. Mia was pretty sure Lynn was in philosophy too.

Message from: H. Styles

Today’s session was actually kind of fun! Still no plans for tonight?

Mia warily looked at the message, leaving it open for a bit as she turned her phone over again and contemplated on what to answer him. She could feel Hazel staring at her and avoided her eyes. She didn’t exactly want to discuss this with the entire group, it’d be something for her and Hazel to talk about when they were on their own. 

“So Mia, do you want to go out with us tonight? We’re just going to this bar near campus.” Renan asked while chewing his pizza. Mia stopped mid-chew to stare at him and then flicked her eyes to Hazel, who was already looking back at her. Mia swallowed and cleared her throat, “Oh – uh… I don’t know.”

“Why not?” He pouted and Mia chuckled, “I-I wanted to revise a little bit.”

Cassie groaned in protest, “But it’s a Friday! Come on, it’ll be fun. It’s just a bar, nothing too crazy or loud or far. If you want to go home, you can.” She promised.

Mia felt put on the spot but eventually nodded, “Y-Yeah. Okay. I’ll come with you.” Her heart was beating a billion miles an hour as she agreed to do something she had never done before, and her anxiety was through the roof.

She stopped eating the pizza, her appetite fully gone and then she grabbed her phone, texting Harry back with shaky fingers.

Message to: H. Styles

I’m glad you liked it :). I’m going to a bar.

She sent it like that and locked her phone again before Hazel pulled her out of her thoughts, “Mia, can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked, nudging her head towards her bedroom. Mia nodded and followed her, blocking out the noise of the other three talking and laughing as she closed the door behind them when in Hazel’s bedroom.

“Are you okay?” Hazel checked immediately, “You don’t have to go out with us if you don’t want to. They won’t mind, I promise. They’re not like that. They just really like you and it would be fun if you’d join us. We’re just headed to that bar across the East building, it’s really mellow there and nothing rowdy.” She rambled.

“I-I’m fine. I think.” Mia stuttered, “Just a little nervous.”

Hazel pouted a little, “I know, I can tell.”

Mia fiddled with her fingers, “Can you… make me pretty then?”

“You’re already pretty.” Hazel frowned and Mia nibbled her lip, “Yeah, but… I don’t know, like my clothes and what make-up I should wear?”

“Of course,” Hazel rushed out, “but you don’t need any of that. Where’s this coming from?”

Mia pressed her lips together and shrugged and Hazel frowned deeper, “Is this because of Harry?”

“He just…” Mia sighed before shrugging again and diverting her eyes lower, “some girl picked him up after therapy and she was really pretty.”

“Is she his girlfriend, you think?”

“I don’t know.” Mia murmured, “I didn’t talk to her and I haven’t asked him. I-It’s stupid, right? That I’m feeling so down about that?”

“It’s not.” Hazel shook her head, “You like him a little, you have a crush. So it’s not a nice feeling to see him with someone else, even if she’s not his girlfriend. Have you spoken to him afterwards?”

Mia pulled out her phone, unlocked it and showed her screen with the messages. Hazel’s eyes flicked over the typed letters and she puffed out a loud huff, “Damn, Mia, you’re cold!”

“What?” Mia asked with raised brows and Hazel laughed softly, “You didn’t give him any room for an answer! You didn’t ask what he was doing, you didn’t say what bar you’re going to… it’s pretty obvious he asked you that because he wants to see you tonight.” She grinned.

Mia frowned, “It is? Obvious? I-I don’t know.”

Hazel playfully rolled her eyes, “You’re just so oblivious. Come on, let’s get you ready.”

“Yeah.” Mia ignored the heaviness in her tummy, somehow wanting to do this tonight but today had just already been a lot and she felt like she could use a nap. But she tried to be more spontaneous. If the bar really was that close, maybe she could just leave after like ten minutes of socialising and pushing her boundaries.

“D’you want a hug first?” Hazel offered and Mia sighed with low shoulders, “Yes, please.”

Hazel chuckled and pulled Mia into her, and the two hugged in the bedroom of the apartment which relaxed Mia to an extent she couldn’t explain. She pulled back with a soft smile, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Hazel nodded, before pulling Mia into her own bedroom to pick out an outfit.

About twenty minutes later, the entire crew of five was in Mia’s bedroom, looking for outfits. Mia had felt uncomfortable at first with all these people in her space, but they didn’t make anything weird and they didn’t look at her strangely. They just looked at her clothes and gave her advice, eventually settling on a cute flowy top with little blue flowers on it. It was a little low shaped around her chest but nothing her loose hair wouldn’t cover up. She pulled out the braid for the first time in what felt like forever.

Along with black flares that nipped in at her waist to give her an outstanding figure – as Renan said it to make Mia blush – and some heeled boots, the observers deemed her ready to go out with them. Mia borrowed a leather blazer from Hazel and felt like an entirely new woman. 

She was still fiddly and anxious, but also a little excited. She felt comfortable around these people and she hadn’t heard from Harry anymore. She hardly believed Hazel’s words. If Harry wanted to see her, he’d ask her, right?

Cassie offered her another non-alcohol margarita while Lynn did some magic on Mia’s eyes. With just some soft brown eyeshadow and a little blush, she looked very put together and was happy with the result.

“You have such good skin.” Lynn complimented while stroking the brush over Mia’s cheeks. The compliment made her smile and giddy inside, “Thank you. I have a pretty good routine down.”

“Yeah? You should let me have a look at those products.” She chuckled, “My skin’s a nightmare ever since going on birth control.”

Mia didn’t answer much, she couldn’t really talk about the topic of birth control. She wasn’t on any – her mother would absolutely kill her if she so much as mentioned it – and she didn’t feel like she truly needed it right now. Her periods weren’t all that bad and she wasn’t sexually active.

Once Mia put on her shoes, everyone was ready to leave a little bit before eleven. Mia couldn’t remember the last time she stayed up this late, her arm linked in Hazel’s as they braved the November cold in their thin – yet pretty – outfits.

A few streets over, Harry was in the very bar Mia was heading to. He sat next to Liam, drinking beer out of the bottle with his jumper on the chair next to him and his arms on display. He leaned back into the chair, watching as Niall and Louis played a game of pool and Zayn was at the bar ordering some more drinks.

His phone was on the table, staring at Mia’s message. He let out another sigh after swallowing his beer, “Seriously, what am I supposed to answer to that?” He groaned while showing Liam the screen. His friend had chuckled at his desperate attempts to get Mia to have a decent conversation with him through text. He shrugged, “She’s not a mind reader, Harry. I don’t think there’s any malicious intent in her text, she just doesn’t realise what you really want to ask.”

Harry rolled his eyes, nervously chewing on his lip. Today had been great with Mia – great enough that Harry could not get her out of his mind. The way her face fell when Sarah waited for him after the session, hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. He didn’t understand it, but didn’t have time to ask her anything.

Harry shot Sarah a brief wave, who was on the other side of the bar with Mitch. They were also people Harry had gotten to know through student housing, and he actually set the two of them up. He was quite proud of his work as Cupid, he only hoped he could do it for himself once too. 

As Zayn came back with the beers, the door opened with a little ding and Harry routinely checked to see who walked in and if it was someone he knew.

He froze completely when he did a double take, thinking he recognized Mia, only she looked completely different. Well, not completely different. Her hair was the same – only out of the braid – and he recognized the blue of her eyes as well as her soft pink lips, and the shape of her body in the flares she had worn all day.

But she looked confident, dressed in a cute floral top which was mostly hidden by the leather jacket she wore. She was surrounded by giddy girls which Harry recognized faintly from school. Mia had her arm linked in Hazel’s, someone Harry knew from certain classes.

“Liam.” He elbowed his buddy in the ribs harshly while keeping his eyes trained on Mia, who unsurely darted her eyes through the space to seize it up. Harry wondered if she had ever been here before.

“Ouch.” Liam complained, rubbing his sore rib as he frowned at Harry, “What?”

“That’s her.” He nudged his head in Mia’s direction who was now near the bar and standing close to Hazel while fiddling with her fingers. Liam chuckled, “Mia? She’s the one in the floral top?”

“Yes.” He nodded and Liam hummed, “She’s really cute.”

Harry turned around with a glare and Liam burst out into a cackle, “Fucking hell, you’ve got it bad. I mean she looks really sweet, H. Kind of too sweet for you.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Too sweet for me.” He repeated in a low mumble and Liam chuckled again, “I don’t think it’s a bad thing, I think you can use someone to soften you up a little. You’re always so grumpy and uptight.”

“’M not uptight.” Harry retorted and Liam rolled his eyes, “It’s not because you fuck someone in a library and get caught doing so, that you’re not uptight. You’re just so… impatient and short-tempered. Like I said, someone to soften you up.”

Harry rolled his eyes too and snuck his eyes back to Mia, completely drawn to her and he knew other guys in the space were shooting her looks too. It was obviously someone new, someone no one had really seen before. She didn’t stand out much still in between her rather eclectic friends – including a guy with blue hair – but she was very easy on the eyes.

When she finally caught his eye, Mia’s face completely fell in pure shock. She paled and swallowed thickly, forcing him a tight-lipped smile, which Harry returned as he shot her a small wave. Mia’s heart was pounding and she turned around briskly, “Hazel.” She spoke in a right panic, eyes wide and heart thrashing violently in her chest.

Hazel frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“He’s here.” Mia squeaked in a shaky voice, “He’s here, he’s sitting right there! Oh my god.” She whispered while bringing her hand up to her mouth, “Oh my god, I’m gonna be sick.”

Hazel pressed her lips together, trying to keep a straight face when she really wanted to burst out laughing, “Mia,” She breathed, “he’s just a guy. Just… let him come to you and see what happens. You don’t need to be nervous. He’s just like you and me.”

Mia tried to level her breathing, tried to really listen to what Hazel was saying but her mind was clouded with anxiety, balancing on the edge of excitement but just tipping over into the truly scary side that made her spiral a little. 

She felt Harry’s eyes burning into her back and she subconsciously immediately wondered if he liked the way she looked tonight. Hazel nudged her into a booth and Mia slid in, sitting in between Cassie and Hazel and right across from Renan and Lynn. Her hands anxiously rubbed together on her lap until Hazel took a hold of one of them to distract her.

Mia really couldn’t explain how eternally grateful she was for her friend and her endless patience.

Sitting down, she found herself calming down a little. Harry wasn’t in her direct sight, she’d have to near snap her neck to take a look at him. She slowly sipped on the non-alcohol drink Hazel ordered her. It tasted sweeter than the margarita from earlier and she found herself quite liking it. She listened in on conversation but no one really seemed to mind that she was more of a silent observer than a loud participant.

Letting her eyes scan the room, Mia began to appreciate the building they were in. It was cosy and nice. The music was rather soft and in the background, it was littered with booths and then some smaller, round tables. There were pool tables on one side, the ceilings were high and had some wooden beams on them and the bar was long and shiny. It really did give off a good vibe.

Her breath caught in her throat again though when she laid eyes on the girl she had seen Harry with earlier. Her hair was still in the ponytail and she smiled widely at something the guy opposite her said, and Mia’s eyes widened when she leaned over the table and planted a kiss to his lips. 

Okay, so not Harry’s girlfriend.

Mia instantly felt silly for immediately assuming something like that and let out a sigh, wondering if she had been harsh in her messaging to Harry. With her lip between her teeth, she pulled out her phone.

Message to: H. Styles

Hi. :)

She left the page open, waiting for the three dots to appear in an answer from him, but minutes passed and nothing came on. Mia exhaled a breath and dared to sneak a glance over her shoulder, quickly seeing Harry leaned over the pool table with a stick in his hand and his lip between his teeth before he took his shot. She averted her eyes to the table behind him, seeing his phone on it.

He hadn’t seen. He hadn’t ignored her.

She felt relieved again, but hated the way she was so affected by this entire thing. She hadn’t really even known Harry for a week yet had seen him three times, and the receiving or not receiving a message from him really affected her mood. She didn’t like it, the power she had so willingly handed him because she was very certain it wasn’t the other way around.

She doubted he thought of her that much or that he waited for her text, or that he was this nervous to be in the same room as her.

Following along in conversation again, it was only a few minutes later that Mia wiggled herself out of the booth to get the next round. She had seen other people ordering and then the bartenders brought the drinks to the table, so she could do that. Order and pay, and then sit down again for them to be delivered. There was no way she could carry five drinks.

She had taken off the blazer and brushed her hair over her shoulder as she waited in line, subtly glancing to her left to see Harry again. She had been so shocked to see his face, that she hadn’t even noticed he was wearing a shirt and she could see his arms. He was too far away for her to decently see what tattoos he had, but he definitely had tattoos. His one arm looked like it was inked with lots of smaller doodles, while his other arm seemed mostly vacant apart from a few larger ones she couldn’t really see well.

He had a concentrated frown on his forehead, brown wavy chestnut hair swept away with one little floppy curl hanging down over the skin. He peeked through one eye before jamming his arm forward, bicep flexing as he harshly hit the white ball to collide with another.

Mia didn’t know much about the rules of pool, but in her mind, Harry had just won the entire game. He stared critically at his work, walking a slow circle around the table until she could see his casual jeans coming into sight. With the white t-shirt on, he looked so incredibly good she could drool if she opened her mouth.

“Hi.” Someone stood in front of her, blocking her view of Harry immediately and she blinked a couple of times to snap out of her thoughts. In front of her was a blonde man, smiling gently down at her to reveal one dimple in his cheek.

Harry had two.

She shifted on her other leg and politely smiled back, “Hi.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before, is it your first time here?” He questioned out of the blue and Mia swallowed, nodding softly, “It is.”

He took a swig of his beer and hummed, “Well, nice to meet you. I’m Tyler.” He extended his hand for her to shake and Mia hesitantly did, shaking it, “Mia.” She introduced herself.

The guy didn’t move away from her as she moved up a spot in the line for the bar. She snuck a glance over her shoulder, seeing Hazel and Cassie with their backs to her while Lynn and Renan were too busy in conversation to notice Mia talking to this stranger.

She tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans awkwardly, not sure what else to do with them.

“So you’re a student, I suppose?” Tylerasked, shuffling along with her. Mia nodded, “I am. Psychology, first year.”

Tyler’s face lit up, “Really? No way! I’m in my third year of psychology.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” Mia smiled gently, feeling slightly more at ease now that it sounded like he was just being polite and moving up in the line with her. Maybe he attempted to strike up a conversation to cut the line a little, make people think they were together so he didn’t have to wait for drinks as long.

“First year’s quite hard, don’t let it demotivate you though.” Tyler advised, “Are you struggling with any subjects?”

All of them – Mia thought to herself, but she shrugged instead, “It’s alright.” She lied, “Neuropsychology is quite difficult.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Tyler groaned, “I hated that. Who’s the professor again?”

“Professor Sawyer.” Mia answered and he chuckled again, “Right. She was such a bitch to me in my first year.”

Mia felt a little taken aback by his blunt words and just pressed her lips together. Never did she think she’d ever call another woman a bitch. Nor did she think professor Sawyer was one. She was a strict professor, but a correct one. She brought the course materials in a very right way, only it was a difficult subject and Mia was already slightly behind due to her dyslexia.

“So – uh,” Mia cleared her throat, forcing herself to say something, “how did your first year go?”

Tyler chuckled while taking another sip, “Passed the entire thing, with flying colours actually.”

Even if he was cocky about it, Mia did find herself slightly impressed. Tyler caught onto the look of wonder in her eyes, “If you ever have any questions… I could tutor you.”

Mia’s stomach tightened and her hands balled into fists in the back pockets of her jeans, “Oh. T-That’s nice but I’m actually following tutoring sessions already.”

“Yeah, but you have to pay for those. You wouldn’t have to pay for them with me. Unless – I mean, if you wanted to buy me dinner or pay me back in some other way, I wouldn’t stop you.” He had a small smirk on his lips and Mia’s cheeks heated up, immediately wondering if he meant what she thought he meant, and she very much hoped not.

She offered him a tight-lipped smile and Lucas drew a breath, “I’ll put my number in your phone, y’know, in case you ever need it.”

Mia felt her throat going a little dry, “I-I don’t have my phone on me right now.” She mumbled. It was true, she had left it on the table. All she took was some cash. She looked at her table, realising no one had noticed yet that she was here with Tyler in a conversation that had turned unpleasant pretty quickly. Not even the people around her – who could listen in – seemed alarmed at how uncomfortable she got.

“Oh,” Tyler pulled out his phone, “you can put your number in mine then.”

Mia’s lips parted as she scanned her brain for the right words to say until she eventually found her voice, “I – uh… I don’t think I want that. I don’t need tutoring, thank you.”

“Mia.” He frowned, pushing his phone a little closer to her, “C’mon, put in your number.”

“She said no, just back off.” Harry’s voice sounded closer by then she could’ve anticipated, and Mia jumped up a little at his sudden interruption. She could see him behind Tyler, a concerned frown on his face before he glanced at Mia, “Hey. You alright?”

“Y-Yeah.” She shakily answered. Tyler stared Harry up and down, “What? Mate, I’m in conversation.”

“Not anymore.” Harry shrugged, “Get lost, leave her alone. She doesn’t want your number.”

Tyler frowned deeper at him and then stared at Mia, huffing out bitterly before he turned around and left. Mia felt like she could breathe decently and Harry took Tyler’s spot, taking in Mia’s trembling form.

“Mia.” He tried to get her attention, moving one hand to her arm to get her to look at him, “I need you to tell me if you’re okay.”

Mia felt electrified with him touching her for the first time, a warm palm that she could feel even through the fabric of her floral blouse with the long bell sleeves. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay.” She murmured. Harry still looked worried as he nodded and then dropped his hand, “Good. I sent you like three texts asking you if I had to come and save you.”

She rubbed her forehead, “I left my phone on the table, I didn’t see.”

“Oh. Well, it’s always a good idea to bring your phone if you’re leaving your little group. Even in a bar like this, there are creeps everywhere.” His voice sounded gravelly and if Mia hadn’t been so flustered from her run-in with Tyler, she’d appreciate the way Harry stood in front of her in his effortless beauty. How someone could make a white shirt and blue jeans look so fashionable, was a mystery to her.

“Right.” She nodded at his words which were so obvious, “I-I’m sorry.” Mia felt stupid for not thinking of something so small as keeping her phone on her. Her arms were around herself and Harry shook his head, “Don’t apologise, ‘m just glad you’re okay.” He reassured her.

“And thank you for saving me.” She breathed, “He wanted my number, I-I didn’t want him to have it.”

Harry nodded, “I know.” He tried his best to keep his calm, but to see some guy blatantly flirting with an anxious Mia while he had to watch from across the bar as she forced him tight-lipped smiles and hardly dared to look at him, had been torture for Harry.

He didn’t want to overstep, but he didn’t want to leave her alone either. When he saw her visibly flinching at something he said, that’s where Harry drew the line and went to intervene. And he was glad he did, and he felt like he should’ve done it sooner.

“I was just trying to be polite.” Mia choked out, “I wasn’t flirting with him, I-I swear.”

“Hey,” He frowned, bringing his hand back to her bicep to gently rub in an attempt to calm her down, “I know, it’s okay. I didn’t think you were.”

Mia’s body flooded with relief at his words and Harry then shot her a reassuring smile, “I’m actually glad to run into you here. Didn’t think this was the bar you were referring to.”

“Oh.” Mia smiled softly, “I-I’ve never actually been here. I usually stay in on Fridays and enjoy some time by myself.”

Harry nodded, “Right. Well, I’m glad you’re here.” He repeated, feeling stupid about saying the same thing twice, but it was worth it when it caused Mia to shyly smile down at her feet. Harry decided to push it, feeling slightly more confident that maybe – just maybe – she had a crush on him too. “You look really pretty, Mia.”

“Stop.” She winced, bringing her hands out of the pockets of her jeans to hide her face with a giggle. Harry laughed at that, “What?” He pried and she shook her head, “You’re making me blush.” She admitted in a murmur.

They shuffled further into the line, only one person in front of them before she could place her order. “Because I’m giving you a compliment?” Harry asked and Mia nodded, still hiding her face until she spread her fingers so she could peek through them. Harry was still smiling at her and she eventually dropped her hands, revealing her pink cheeks and her soft grin.

Harry breathed out a chuckle and shook his head, “You’re also really cute.”

“Oh my god.” Mia winced, hiding her face again and Harry laughed a little louder this time, not stopping himself as he ghosted his hand over her lower back to nudge her forward. He did gently touch her to get her attention, “It’s your turn to order.”

Mia took a breath before removing her hands and clearing her throat in front of the waiter, “Hi. Uh – two beers, one red martini and one pink martini. And one alcohol free margarita, please.”

Harry’s lips twitched up in a soft smile, and he didn’t have to ask her to know which drink was for her. He also signalled the waiter, “Another beer for me. You can bring the drinks to that table,” He pointed to where Mia’s friends were, “and bring one of the beers and the margarita straight here.” He spoke.

The waiter nodded and when Mia went to pay for the drinks, Harry shook his head and instead offered his own card before Mia could protest. She stared at Harry with big wondrous eyes and he smiled down at her before urging her to sit down on one of the barstools off to the side. She did as he motioned for her to do before watching him as he grabbed another barstool and easily lifted it.

The sight of his muscles working just made her feel something she couldn’t really explain, and Harry was oblivious to her staring eyes as he placed the stool down right next to hers, their knees bumping together clumsily before he climbed on it.

“Thank you for the drink.” Mia broke the silence. Harry waved her sentiment away with a chuckle, “That’s alright.”

“How did you know the margarita was mine?” She asked curiously and Harry leaned his elbow on the bartop, shrugging, “Guessed it. You don’t strike me as the type to drink much.”

Mia’s smile fell a little and Harry caught on, quickly shaking his head, “No, no, I don’t mean in like a… I think you’re boring-way, because definitely not. I don’t know, you just seem careful.”

“I am.” She admitted, leaving out the part where she wondered sometimes if it was too careful. Mia always felt like careful was a nice way of saying that she was boring, and she had heard it all her life. Some said she was too careful and others – her parents – claimed she was never careful enough. Mia drew a breath, “I’ve never had an alcoholic drink.”

“That’s fine.” Harry shrugged, “I don’t drink much besides beer either."

Their drinks got placed in front of them before the waiter hurried away to serve the remainder of the people waiting in line. Harry lifted up his bottle, “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Mia softly smiled, “And thank you, again. For the drink, for stepping in, for… everything.”

“Now you’re going to make me blush.” He teased and Mia giggled, taking a sip of her drink as he took a sip of his. He swallowed it, “D’you want to try it? Beer?” He offered her his bottle.

“Oh.” Mia hesitated, nibbling her lip. Harry saw her stare, “It doesn’t have much alcohol in it. You definitely won’t feel it from one sip, I promise.”

She looked at him and eventually nodded, “Okay.” She took the bottle from him and carefully brought it to her lips. Harry wanted to shoot himself when he could only think unholy things as she tipped the bottle back and her lips folded around the crown of it. He wanted to throw it to the side and pull her on his lap and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.

Somehow it felt a little intimate, her drinking from his bottle. Her drinking where his lips had just been. Mia made a bit of a sour face at the taste and swallowed quickly, “I don’t think I like it.”

Harry chuckled and quickly reached for the bottle again, taking an urgent sip with the sole purpose of trying to taste some of her on it. And he did. The sweetness of her drink was covering up the crown of the bottle, and he licked his lips to savour it afterwards.

“You have so many tattoos.” Mia observed, deciding to state the obvious now that she could get a good look at his arms. Harry glanced down too and nodded, “I do. Kind of couldn’t stop once I started. I really only started getting them when I turned eighteen and it went on from there.” He simply explained.

Mia finally could see the full writing on his wrist, staring at the ink that decorated him so perfectly it seemed almost like he was born with it. 

Her and Harry got lost in a conversation she couldn’t exactly remember. The green of his eyes was enough to block out all her senses, and Harry thought it was adorable how she had to often ask him to repeat a question because she was stuck staring at him. It turned into blushing cheeks for her and teasing grins from him. 

Their knees bumped together more often now and Mia’s cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. She still felt some anxiety, but it was pure excitement now. Excitement to spend time with Harry, who had sort of been her knight in shining armour tonight. Mia hated to admit that she found that attractive, yet she had a feeling Harry didn’t mind being protective.

And she felt safe here, with him in a rather crowded bar. 

Her smile faltered though when she noticed Tyler again in the corner of her eye, glaring at the pair as he mumbled something to one of his mates. They didn’t seem to pay much attention to his words, but Mia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Harry took notice of it, following her gaze before shooting her a sympathetic smile, “Are you okay?” He checked once more.

Mia exhaled a breath and contemplated her answer, but Harry beat her to it, “D’you want to go home?”

She lifted her eyes, apologising to him through them, “I think so, yes.”

He nodded understandingly, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

Mia’s brows raised, “What? You don’t have to do that. Your friends are all here.”

“I see them every day.” He chuckled, “I don’t mind, Mia. Really. It would make me feel a lot better to know you got home safe.”

She nibbled her lip in hesitation, “Are you sure?”

“Very sure.” He nodded with a confirming smile, “I suppose you don’t live far?”

“No, like ten minutes.”

“Perfect.” Harry smiled, “Come on, let me walk you home.”

She fought the grin on her lips but found herself nodding, “Okay.”

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Harry Styles Fanfic Part 9

Harry's Point Of View:

Oh my god. This wasn't happening. I'm praying to god that this is all just a dream. Please just be a dream. I can't take this. " Olivia. We need to get you to a doctor." Liam says as we grab her arms. " BUT I DON"T KNOW YOU!!!" She says as she tries to get away from us. Tears stream down my face. I can't believe what I'm hearing. " Olivia. Just trust us." I say as I brush her hair behind her ears. " OK." She says as she stops freaking out. " Just get in my car. Were going to take you to the doctors. " Liam says as he opens the door for Olivia. I stare at her. She looks so lost. She has no clue what is happening. This is a nightmare to me. " Olivia, what is the last thing you remember?" Liam asks while driving to the hospital. " I remember my parents dying in a fire.." She said as she began to cry. " Tell us more." He said as he looked at the road. " I came home from school. I looked over and saw fire trucks racing down the block. I saw smoke and didn't think it could be my house. By the time I got home, A police officer told me that my father set the house on fire with my mother and him inside. That's all I remember." She said as her eyes filled with tears. I wiped the tears from her face and looked at her. " Everything is going to be all right I promise." I said. " Then why don't I remember anything." She says as she scoots farther from me. I couldn't take this. It was just so scary.  She doesn't even know who I am. What do I do?

My Point Of View:

This is really freaking me out. I just want to get to the hospital, and have a doctor explain to me what is happening. I sit in the car and look out the window avoiding eye contact with either one of them. They both won't stop staring at me. I couldn't take it anymore. " Stop staring at me OK." I say annoyed. " Sorry. " they both say and look away. They turn on the radio really loud and start singing. They sound exactly like the people on the radio. " OK, this may sound weird, but you both sound just like the people singing." I say shocked. The both laugh. " Whats so funny?" I say and roll my eyes. " That is us. We are in a band called One Direction. This is our song" says Liam. " Waitt. So I was going out with a guy who was in a band?" I ask. " Yup." Says Harry. " Seems Legit." I say and giggle. They both laugh and turn the music up louder. I dance to it. " I really like your music." I say and smile. " Thank You love." Says harry. Liam Slams on the breaks. " The traffic is horrid." He says and smacks his forehead. " great." I say and tap my foot.

Harry's Point of View:

I cant believe she doesn't remember me. All of our experiences. Everything is just gone. I don't get it. I sit in the car impatiently. I want to talk to her, but she has no clue who I am. Me and Liam stare at each other. I start to tear up. What if she never remembers me? How am I supposed to tell her that I am the father of the baby in her stomach? She won't believe me. There is no way in hell that she will. The traffic starts to move. Soon enough we arrive at the hospital. She gets out and we sign her into the doctors office. We wait for her name to be called. She looks at me. " So.. You were really my boyfriend?" She asks. "Yeah. We were still going out when you had this accident." I say and feel tears start to build up in my eyes. She just sits there looking around. It pains me to see her this lost. " Olivia Anderson." The doctor says. We all get up and walk into the room.  " So, what happened to you Miss Anderson?" the doctor asks. " I .. I Don't remember anything" She says as she begins to cry. " Don't cry. Everything will be all right. " The doctor said. " Would You care to explain?" the doctor asked me. " Sure." I say.

My Point Of View:

I sit there. Completely lost. I have no clue what is happening. I listen to Harry explain tot he doctor what happened to me. I couldn't believe I tried to kill myself.. This was just so scary to find out about. " Well, Miss Anderson, We are going to have to run tests and Xrays on you. Come with me." He said as he grabbed my hand. I walked with him. I took one glance back and saw Harry and Liam Staring at me. I kept walking. He guided me to the table. We went through procedures of Xrays and blood work. He also gave me stitches for my wounds. " Your results will be back in a hour. Just stay in here until then." The doctor told me. I walked into the room and saw Harry and Liam still sitting there. Harry was crying. " Don't cry.. My test results are coming in an hour.. Please just think positive for me." I say and sit down in my chair. They both nod and just wait with me.

Harry's Point of view:

I am really nervous for her test results. What if I never get back the old Olivia? I am just praying everything will go all right. I sit down and wait patiently. The doctor walks in. " Olivia, we have your test results back. We have came to the conclusion why you lost your memory." The doctor says. " Tell me more please." Olivia says. " You hit your head very hard on the bathtub it shows, and you have injured a part of your skull close to where all the memories are. We have a surgery we can give to  you that may make you regain memory, but one of the side affects can harm your baby." The doctor explains. " My Baby?? WHAT?" She says as she drops her jaw. " Miss Anderson, Your pregnant. Are you willing to risk losing the baby to regain your memory?" The doctor asks. She looks over at me. I nod my head. " I am willing to take that risk." she says. The Doctor takes her in a wheel chair and brings her into the operation room. Me and Liam both look at each other. I couldn't help but start to cry. What if when she wakes up she still hates me? What if she gets hurt in surgery? What if the surgery doesn't work? I'm so scared.. These thoughts circulate through my head. Me and Liam spend the next hour in silence. Just waiting for her. The doctor comes in. " Olivia has completed her surgery and will be waking up sometime soon. " he says as he shows us to the room. We both enter as she lies there. We wait for her to wake up. " Olivia your going to make it through this I promise.." I say as I hold her hand. She squeezes my hand. She slowly begins to blink. She opens her eyes. " Harry....?" She says.

Hi Guys!! I hope everyone enjoyed part nine of my fanfic. Send me messages on what you think about it. I will write another part of it tonight if you send me messages to do it. Send me messages on what you think and what you would like to happen in the next part!! Thanks Everyone!! xxxx

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PART THREE IS FINALLY UP!!

A Bell Through The Night [H.S.] - part three. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/5vWQ5LuQ2Z ...Or the one where Harry surprises you in more ways than one. Themes: fluff, angst, 70s!Harry, Fleetwood Mac Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader / Harry Styles x Stevie Nicks (circa 1975) Author's Note: I know this is a little late, since the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame train has long left the station but I still wanted to share this! Inspired by this: "This beautiful child should've been born in 1948, too, because he just fits in with all of us." - Stevie Nicks [on Harry Styles]

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A different life, chapter five.

"Michelle.. What the hell is this." His words hit me harder than a tornado as memories from last night flooded back into my mind. The expression on his face changed from his happy, loving self, to a blank, hurt stare.

"I... I was really drunk.. I really don't remember." I stuttered looking straight into his red tinted eyes.

"I can't believe you would cheat on me." Harry stood up and shoved his way through the door, leaving me standing.

"HARRY! LISTEN TO ME!" I yelled behind him and grabbed his arm.

"Are you kidding me?! The pictures are ALL over the news."

"... Is that all you care about at this moment?! The fact that the public knows. You're cold Harry." I stuttered.

"No. You're the cold one." That was the last thing he said before grabbing his coat and storming through the front door, out into the dark streets.

                                  2 days later 

"Harry.. Please. Call me back. We need to talk." Sigh. The 13th voice mail I had left him. I couldn't bear not seeing him, nor not speaking to him. He made me happy, even if I had broken his heart.

*Ring ring*

"Liam? It's Michelle.. Have you seen Harry lately?" He hesitated for a moment, then went on to tell me what was going on.

"Yeah. He's been in his room for the past two days. He's came out to grab food, but hasn't been his normal self. He's heartbroken. What do you expect?" "I expected exactly that! He won't give me a chance!" I nearly yelled through the phone.

"I recommend coming down here and seeing him in person. He deserves at least that. Try it." Liam blankly said on the other end.

"I'll try.. Thanks Li." I hung up the phone and rushed out of my house to Harry's hotel.

 I ran through the back entrance of the hotel, through the kitchen. The front of it was packed with screaming fans, waiting for the boys to come out. In reality, they never went out the front. All the boys exited through the back since it was the safest way for them.

*Knock knock* Liam answered the door with another blank look on his face, pointing me towards Harry's closed door.

"Go try it. Be gentle." He smiled, patted me on the back and led me to his room.

I quietly crept up on his door pondering on what to say. Do I apologize? Talk things through? What if what I say is wrong? "Any day now.." Liam said standing behind me.

*Knock knock*

Three knocks later, I decided to just walk into his room. He was laying flat on his bed with his head covered in pillows.

"Yes?" He groaned.

"It's me..." I said quietly, but loudly enough for him to realize it wasn't any of the lads.

"What do you want?" He sat up and gave me a hurt look. I couldn't bear it any longer.. Seeing him hurt. It hurt me.

"Can we talk about the other night? Please." I pleaded him, taking a seat next to him on his king sized bed.

"Uh.. Talk.." He slowly payed attention to me as he sat upright.

"Look.. I was drunk and I thought it was you. I didn't realize until this morning that all of it had happened. It was a drunken mistake, and it's something I regret so so much. I would take it back in a heartbeat.. I just.. I can't live without you. These past two days have been dreadful for me. I can't stand to see you hurt, it's so hard. I just-" Harry cut me off by smashing his lips onto mine, and I was finally happy again. Deepening the kiss, I rolled him over and straddled him. I was finally on top of him and took full advantage of it. He stopped the kiss just long enough to take off his shirt and to fully unclothe my upper body. 

The rest of the night was surreal. I remember exactly what happened, but it was magical. The way I imagined my first night to be. I can't exactly put it into words. But I'm just glad it happened the way it did.

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A different life, chapter four.

My alarm clock woke me up the next morning. The space in the bed next to me was cold, and empty. I looked around for a note, and finally found one sitting on the nightstand next to my bed.

We had an early rehearsal at the studio, but I'll be back at one. Harry xx

Sigh. I was looking forward to waking up in his arms for once. The clock next to my bed read 12:04. Dreading getting in the shower, I decided to check my phone before hopping into the shower. 2 missed calls, 3 texts, and one voicemail.

One of the texts was from Harry, one from Kyle, and one from unknown.

Harry: Good morning babe, sorry to leave so early. I'll see you soon though, yes?xx Kyle: Hey stranger, I miss you! I heard you've been out with Harry Styles lately. ;) We miss you! Come hang out with us soon! I didn't want to explain that one. Neither did I feel the need to. I deleted the message and checked the one from unknown.

Unknown: Hey doll, it's Abby! It was good to see you the other day! I missed you a ton. Want to get together today? I have the day off. :)xx

The day was supposed to be spent with Harry, but as much as I loved being with him, I missed my best friend. I replied quickly before hopping into the shower.

To abby: I'm supposed to spend the day with Harry. I'll see if we can bring Niall along though, I knew you always had the hots for him. ;)

"Babe, I'm back! I brought breakfast." Harry yelled storming through the bathroom door.

"Harry, would you mind? I asked him. "I'm not exactly dressed.." I said shyly looking at my body in the mirror. I had on panties and a bra, but I was never comfortable in my own skin, especially not in front of guys.

"Oh hush, you're beautiful." His large hands hugged me from behind as he admired me in the mirror. "I brought you back some breakfast, see you in your room." He kissed my cheek and headed back into my room, checking his phone.

"So.. I thought we'd go to an amusement park today? It's a sunny day for once and it's open until late." I heard Harry say through the door.

"Yeah, I'd love that. Hey, would you mind bringing Nialler?" I asked hesitantly.

"Uh.. Why?" I felt him creeping through the door as he opened it. He had a puzzled look on his face, confused on why I had brought up one of his best friends.

"My old best friend wanted to spend the day with me, and I said I'd ask you if you'd be okay with that. I feel like he would like her." I told him.

Harry went to sit on my bed and called Niall. He didn't hesitate like I thought we would and agreed to make it a double date.

I opened a blank message to Abby and told her the good news. She was more than thrilled when she found out.

"Oh, and wear something cute. ;)" I sent the text and joined my Harry on the bed. Did I just call him my Harry? What was I thinking? We hadn't even kissed. 

"Thank you for breakfast, it all looks amazing." I giggled staring straight into his beautiful green eyes. My lips crashed onto his and it got more passionate as time passed. He pulled away from the kiss and all he could get out was

"Wow." 

Wow was right. I hadn't felt that for years. Not since my first relationship, and that really said something.

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Abby and I excused ourselves to go use the restroom while we were at the amusement park, and she was telling me all about Niall. They had been holding hands the entire time and seemed to be having a great time.

"Should I kiss him? I mean.. I only just met him, but I really want to. I feel like we clicked and I just don't know.. What do I -" "Abs, stop rambling." Putting my hand on her shoulder I continued. "Go for it. You never know until you try." I washed my hands and walked out of the restroom.

My finger intertwined with Harry's, and we walked through the amusement park. He stopped in front of the ferris wheel, and told me that he wanted to go on it. The sun was setting and it was extremely romantic.

We reached the top as it suddenly stopped to let people on the bottom on.

"Look.. I don't know how to say this.. I've known you for quite some time now, and that kiss earlier seemed perfect. I want you to be mine." "Yes.. Yes." He seemed nervous for my answer. I lifted his chin up and looked into his eyes. "Yes Harry, I'll be your girlfriend." I crashed my lips on top of his and he pulled out his phone. "Smile!" He said pointing the camera at us. Before he could click the button, I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek.

"That's going on twitter." He smiled.

I was glad he was mine, and finally all mine.

Abby came over after our double date for a girls night. We headed to the club without the boys, and joined up with Eleanor and Danielle. They were Louis's and Liam's girlfriends. I met them a week after I met Harry, and it was great to have girls around for once.

The club was packed, and getting in was my biggest concert. Eleanor stood on her tippy toes and whispered something into the bouncers ear. He smiled and waved us through.

"El, what did you say to that bouncer?!" I asked her impatiently.

"Oh nothing you need to worry about, now come on. Let's get this party started." She said walking into the club with her hands raised acting carefree.

8 vodka shots and four beers later, I was past drunk. Abigail and I were grinding up on guys we didn't know, and the next thing I see are bright white flashes and clicks of camera. Oh shit. 

After another hour of partying, I got home via taxi. Harry welcomed me at the door, and took care of me for the rest of the night. 

I woke up to Harry's smile as I hopped into the shower and found him sitting on the bed disappointed.

He shoved his phone towards me showing me pictures of last night. I was grinding up on a stranger and eating his face off.

"Michelle. What the hell is this."

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A different life, chapter three.

After trying on countless amounts of dresses, I finally found one I absolutely adored. The hard part of it all was usually finding shoes to go with the dress, and especially jewelry. The dress was white with silver bands going across the chest. It's a high-low dress as well. I finally found matching shoes and headed up to the cash register to pay.

"Michelle?!" The cashier questioned with a confused look on her face.

"Abigail?! ABBY?!" I squealed before running behind the counter and hugging her.

"I- I... Can't breathe." She tried getting out of my embrace before I realized how hard I was squeezing her.

"I can't believe this. You work here?! I haven't seen you in nearly four years! Where have you been!?" I asked all too fast nearly shouting in her face.

"Calm down love!" She smiled and continued. "Remember how my dad got transferred to work in Germany?" I nodded. "Well.. I've been living here since. I picked up the language about a year later, and well.. here I am" She said proudly.

"I'm so happy for you! I've missed you though!" I said cheerfully.

"Definitely! Here's my digits, call me to hang whenever." She handed me a folded up sheet of paper, and started ringing up my clothes.

"Got a date tonight?" She asked and winked?  "Yeah.. Actually." I smiled brightly 

"WHO?!" She seemed like she was really interested.. Which she had always been.

"Harry.. Harry Styles.." I blushed and smiled brightly showing my perfect teeth and deep dimples.

"Oh, so that magazine was right! Dang. Well, hook me up with one of the other boys sometime!! I have to get to the other customers, but call me sometime!! I've missed you babe!" She squealed.

I turned around to leave and saw that I held up quite a line. Oops.

Dress: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64976545

*Knock knock*

I heard two knocks and decided to get the door.

"Wow... You look stunning." Harry giggled and handed me a single red rose.

"Well aren't you romantic." I said. "Thank you." I kissed his cheek and put the rose in some water. "Would you give me a sec? I need to put my earrings in."  "Yeah, take your time!" He chimed back. How amazing is he? "I see you like Emblem3.." He giggled looking at all of my Emblem3 posters.

"Oh yeah, they're great! I can't wait to meet them someday." I yelled from my bathroom.

"We met them actually! Since they're on the x factor. We sang for everyone there and met all of the contestants. They're great." I could see the smile on his face grow bigger as he saw me walk out of my bedroom.

"Ready?" He asked linking his arm in mine.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I replied.

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We got to a fancy looking restaurant at the end of the city. The inside was also absolutely stunning, and as I walked in, my nostrils filled with the scent of lasagna. I looked around and was very glad I dressed properly. 

Harry decided to order for me and to surprise me.

The waitress came to take her order and I knew she was checking him out. Who could blame her? He was hot.

"Um.. What could I get for you?" She asked shyly yet with confidence.

"I'll have the chicken and bacon lasagna, and she'll have the chicken alfredo." Harry told her.

"That'll be right out. I'm Mikayla by the way, I'll be your waitress. Let me know if you need anything." With that, she left to grab us some water.

The rest of the night went great. We talked about the rest of the boys, my summer, and the fact that the waitress couldn't stop eyeing him. I mentioned the fact that I worked in an interview studio as an interviewer, and his face lit up with happiness.

"Can we do an interview there?" He asked me seeming excited.

"Yeah.. I don't think my boss would mind. I mean, you guys are only the biggest boy band in the world." I said teasing him.

Once we got done eating, we headed out. Paul came to pick us up and I nearly fell asleep on Harry's shoulder on the way back.

"Are we home?" I asked him five minutes later.

"Nope, I have a surprise for you." He told me bluntly, trying to hide a smile.

"I hate surprises.. Babe, tell me what it is." I nudged him trying to get it out of him.

"Nope, you'll have to wait. Take a nap, it'll take us a bit to get there." He said pointing to his shoulder. I drifted off into a light sleep when I felt the car coming to a stop. 

"Time to wake up, we're here." I woke up to Harry's adorable dimples and green eyes staring back into mine.

We walked for about two minutes before I heard music coming from somewhere. We pushed through a few bushes and on stage was Ed Sheeran.

"Harry.. What's this?" I asked in surprise.

"I just wanted to do something special." He said back. "Would you care to dance?" He asked. 

We spent the rest of the night dancing, talking and having a great time.

Once he finally dropped me off at home, I wasn't ready to leave him for the night.

"Do you want to spend the night? I'm sure my grandparents wouldn't mind, they're asleep anyways." I asked him with a puppy dog face.

"Yeah, I'll go tell Paul." The shirt he was wearing really brought out his eyes. They were greener than usual.

I ran to my room to quickly change before Harry came back. Before I had the chance to put my clothes back on, I felt someone staring.

"Dang..." Harry glanced at me, looking up and down.

"Oh shut up." I said throwing a pillow at his face.

"Just stating the truth." He winked and got into his boxers. His abs were so defined, it was incredible.

I fell asleep cuddled up in Harry's arms. There was no space between us, and it felt right for once. I was falling for him harder than I expected.

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Yesterday I found out about You- Chapter 67

Right as I opened the door to my room I stopped. “Louis!” Harry said. I looked back at him as he walked towards me, “What?” “Louis,” he said again. “I don’t understan-” “He told me to tell you much you mean to me.” “Harry-” before I knew it his lips where on mine. “Beautiful,” he whispered. "You are crazy beautiful and my absolute world. Please you can't leave me. I can't live without you." I pulled away from him, and looked into his eyes. As much as I wanted to kiss him back I just couldn't. "I-I.." I tried to find the words to tell him I couldn't be with him, but no words came out of my mouth. "What is it?" he asked. There was sadness in his voice. I tried again, but again I couldn't find the right words. I looked at him, and saw the disappointed look on his face.  He knew what I was trying to say, "I'm sor-" "Aly please," he begged.  I slowly backed away from him, and shook my head. "I just...can't," I opened the door and slipped inside the room. I quickly shut the door, and turned the lock before he could say anything else. As soon as I did I fell to the floor crying. 

Harry's POV

I stood there in the hall alone. I felt my heart break, and my eyes begin to water.  I leaned up against the wall of the hallway, and sunk to the floor.  I felt tears stream down my face.  I needed her but what was I suppose to do? Why do I always mess everything up? I shouldn't have left her at the hospital.. I shouldn't have let her run off like that. I shouldn't have lost my temper and yelled at her. I shouldn't have told her she deserved to be hit. She doesn't deserve me..Louis was right I've treated her like shit. She deserves someone who treats her better then I do. I don't deserve her, but now that I've met her I've fallen in love with her.  How am I suppose to let her slip away? How can you let someone you love slip away? Then again I can't keep her here. I can't keep her from leaving me I can't keep her from finding someone better.. someone who will actually treat her right. I ran my fingers through my hair.  I'll never be good enough for her. I slowly got up, and took a deep breathe. I looked at her door through my blurry eyes, and then slowly started walking down the hall.  I tried wiping the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand, and in that second I tried to forget about her, but how could I? How could I walk away from her?  I stopped right in the middle of the hallway, and looked back. She's my everything. She's the girl I'm completely in love with...and I've walked away from her too many times.

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Imagines?

Heyy I feel like writing some imagines! If you want one just tell me your name, the guy, and what you want to happen in the imagine :):)

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