Saved By Harry Styles

chapter four

I'm uploading this through my phone so it is going to be really unedited, sorry.

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"Honey its time to wake up," My aunt Rachael softly spoke.

"its too early for this." I snapped back, definitely not a morning person.

"its two pm." she replied, "besides I'm throwing a nice dinner tonight."

So against my own wishes, I threw the covers off and hobbled to my closet picking out some baggy boring clothes. "Sweety I think your going to want to wear a nice dress."

I quickly turned around, "What?"

"its going to be a fancy dinner. I invited my boyfriend Richard, and your man." she chuckled to her self.

I growled at her and locked myself in the bathroom. I turned the shower as hot as possible and jumped inside. After shaving my legs and armpits I wrapped a towel around my body and walked out of my bathroom. I quickly screamed, when I noticed Harry sitting on my bed; very thankful my towel was secure. Harry glanced at my and then suddenly spun around clamping his hand on his eyes.

"Im so sorry," Harry muttered.

"babe it's fine, let me just grab my clothes and change in the bathroom," I apologized.

I grabbed my underwear, a nice lacy strapless bra, and a bright sparkly blue dress. I then quickly strutted into the bathroom, once again. I put on my clothes, and blow dried by hair. After is was straightened to perfection and a dark eyeliner coated my eyes, I walked out of the bathroom.

"hey." I whispered in Harry's ear, his back turned from me. I snaked my arms around his waist. He turned in my arms, and gave me a once over.

"you look gorgeous." He whispered back, his lips inches from mine. He leaned down close to peck me on the lips.

"Im so sorry, you were dragged into this." I winced, afraid of what is to come.

"hey I want to be here, or else I wouldn't have shown up three hours early." He comforted, giving me that thousand dollar smile.

"true, so where is Racheal?" I asked.

"She went out to pick up Richard. We are meeting her at her restaurant, since she is getting ready there." He answered, taking my hand and walking towards the living room.

"When should we leave?" I wondered.

"In five minutes. It always amazes me how long it takes women to get ready." He teased.

"But at least I look good." I winked, setting on the couch and pulling Harry down with me.

"Babe, you look gorgeous, so its extremely worth it." He complimented, kissing me on the check. I took my free hand and gripped his chin, pulling it towards my lips and kissed him deeply; before pulling away.

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Harry drove like a mad man through town, since a little snogging session distracted us. Harry, instead of stopping, sped up at yellow lights. It was quiet a sight, the windows down and a strong breeze rustling his curls as he still tried to be a safe driver, his hands at ten and two. Harry gnawed on his lower lip, muttering something about how he needs to be punctual and make a good impression.

"Hazza is it fine, we are only going to be fifteen minutes late." I soothed, taking one of his hands off the wheel and encasing it in my own while tracing circles along his palm.

"Ya I know." He grumbled, still unhappy.

When the car came to a stop I fiercely pushed his face towards my own and whispered in his ear, "relaxe." I then took his chin in my hand and kissed him roughly. The kiss was filled with over brewing passion, but ended too quickly for my liking when he pulled away.