Harry's POV
"Any clues as to where we're going?" Arya asked"Hmmm no clues but pack a bathing suit and some warm clothes too."
"A bathing suit and warm clothes? That's like two different events what even" she chuckled
"Need any help, pretty gal?" I asked, watching her cheeks flush red instantly.
"I'm okay Harry, you just hang out for a while" she smiled softly while I nodded, sitting on her bed watching her grab bits from all across her room, shoving them into her mini suitcase.
She opened a drawer, grabbing a small jewellery box and placing it against her bed. She opened the box, grabbing a couple earrings before turning back around to shove them in her bag.
Wait a minute, is that?
"Arya?" I asked confusedly
"Yeah?" She naturally asked, not looking back at me she continued to fold a couple clothes.
"You kept it?" I asked in disbelief
"Kept what?" She finally turned back to see me carrying a brown woven bracelet, the same bracelet I remember gifting her on the night we had first met.
*flashback*
"What's this?" She asked, laying against my chest she swirled her fingers with mine, playing along with them.
"What's what?" I asked, looking down at her
"The bracelet? Is it just a bracelet or is there any special meaning?" She asked
"Nothing special really, I bought it before I first left my home town. When one direction first began to take off, I bought it from a little stall at a random farmers market and well, it's always taught me to remember home." I softly smiled against her hair
"That's so sweet" she mumbled back, I could feel her breath against my chest
"Mmm" hummed back, my other hand's fingers trailing her bare back holding her tight after the incredibly steamy night we just had .
"Say I was thinking" I piped up "why don't you have this?" I asked Arya
"Me?" She replied
"Something to remember me by" I said back
"You're Harry styles, the next time I see you anywhere - and trust me, you're everywhere. I'll definitely remember you and what exactly went on tonight" she chuckled
"Well yes" I chuckled back "but consider it a thank you present, I've not had a good night like this in an insanely long time" I smiled softly at her
"A good night as in you spend the night with a stranger in some park then somehow end up at your hotel room with her?" She cheekily chuckled
"Noooo" I frowned "a good night as in spending the night with you in the middle of a park, having the loveliest of conversations and well yeah, the sex was a bonus" I laughed "but I'm happy I met you Arya, thanks for listening. I feel like I've known you much longer than I have." I softly smiled
"I know what you mean" she smiled back
"Here." I said, reaching over to unclasp so the bracelet off my write and took her wrist gently, sliding it down her wrist without having to clasp it into place.
"Thank you Harry"
"Why don't we get some sleep?" I asked her, leaning over to peck her lips once more, the feeling indescribable as I did. She nodded at me, leaning back up she kissed me deeper.
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Harry's Home.
FanfictionHarry's a superstar, truly the biggest on the planet. Arya's a marketing manager, living a rather simple life. They met four years ago on a drunken night out. What do they have in common? They happen to share a daughter together. One that Harry do...