A Moment Like This - Harry Styles Love Story.*ON PERMANENT HIATUS*

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Harry lifted me up and out of my seat, spinning me around as the other people in the room whooped and cheered. I put my hands on his shoulders, looking down into his eyes. His smile was absolutely blinding as he brought me down for a hug. It was all I could do not to run up and down Buckingham palace screaming at the top of my lungs. Louis cleared his throat.

"Now, Harry, before you start kissing my adopted sister, may I remind you that you have reservations?" Louis asked. Reservations? Well, that would have been the dinner that had mentioned in his text just a few hours ago; maybe we were all going. Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, shaking his head.

"Right, thanks Lou." we began to walk out, but Louis caught Harry's arm.

"Take care of her."

"I will." Harry said seriously. I felt my face burning a deep red, and I'm sure Harry felt it too as I buried my head in his chest. He chuckled.

"Bye guys, thanks for your help!" he called behind him.

"WELCOME!" they all yelled back, and I giggled. As we walked down the hallway together, my head was still spinning.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he laughed.

"Nah, I just love you. A lot." he stiffened, realizing he'd left the L word slip. I giggled at his bright red face.

"Don't be embarrassed about it, Harry." he grinned.

"I love it when you say my name."

"I love it when you say 'Love'." he laughed. I shrugged. "What? Your accent is amazing."

"Why thank you, darling." at this point, we reached the limo, and harry helped me in.

"What a gentleman." I said in a bad British accent. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

"Your accent needs a bit of work." I giggled.

"Well, living with four British lads should help." he tugged me closer.

"I hope living with us for so long won't take away that Minnesota accent. It's cute." I looked up at him.

"I don't have an accent!"

"Well, you don't think you do, but it's very Canadian. You draw your E's and O's out." he kissed my nose gently. "It's adorable." I twirled one of his soft curls around my finger.

"So is your hair. I love it." he smirked.

"What about it?" I smiled.

"It's the kind of curly hair that doesn't look ratty or frizzy. It frames your face just perfectly. It's softer than cashmere. And there's always the fact that it's a part of you." I added at the end. He smiled wide, his smile making my heart beat harder. I caught his eyes, and he slowly started to lean in again. I slid my hand into his curls, and just as our lips was about to touch, the car stopped with a bit of force, pulling us away from each other.

"Oy, no PDA in the limo! I don't need to see that!" Harry groaned, frustrated.

"Every time..." I giggled, although he was right. We would get out moment soon enough.

"So where are we going?" he smiled down at me.

"I thought that we might want to enjoy our first date." I squealed internally. On the outside I just wrapped my arms around his waist. (I was much shorter than him) and sighed contently.

"Seriously, we started dating twenty minutes ago and you're already the best boyfriend ever." he laughed, twirling one of MY curls around his index finger. As I settled comfortably into his side, he pulled out his phone, typing rapidly. A second later, my phone buzzed.