He led me to the flat he bought when we broke up. Clearing his voice, Harry pushed a button labelled "H.Styles" and waited for the receptionist to answer. "Yes?" She squeaked. "Harry Edward Styles." He replied sternly. "Okay." She sighed, the door did a weird vibrating noise then Harry opened it and held it open for me. "What was that all about?" I muttered, closing the door behind me. "Security; it gets annoying. Most fans try and imitate me so I have to say my full name." He explained, bouncing up the flights of stairs.
Out of breath, I held onto the stair banister. "We're here now." He laughed, pulling me with his hand towards a small corridor. Quietly, we both crept down the narrow corridor and turned a sharp corner. "We're here." He beamed, fiddling in his jean pocket for a few minutes. Opening the front door, my mouth hung open in shock.
There was about 3 more doors leading to more rooms but this was probably the main room. On the wall was a 60inch flatscreen tv, then a fireplace was lit underneath. Ornaments and pictures lay ontop of the fireplace. The walls were painted lime green and fresh white, the floor was wooden and the couches were dark brown leather. There was a massive white carpet in the middle, complimenting the room. Two big windows were on either side of the room, wooden blinds for security. For lights there was spotlights beaming down onto the floor. Candles on little tables in the corners of the room.
Peering closely, I secretly smiled at the pictures. It was of me and Harry in Dubai in the pool last year for our 2nd anniversary.
-Flashback-
"Stop!" I squealed, swimming over to the side of the pool protected by the shade. Swimming towards me, Harry had a big grin on his face. As he crept over, he wrapped both hands around my torso, turned me round and lifted me up out of the water. Squirming, I tried to jump down but Harry's strong hands were lifting me up. Leaning forward, I planted a kiss on his cheek. "Smile." Whispered Harry, as he lifted me higher, beaming. Louis (yes, Tomlinson) took a photo midway.
-End of flashback-
"What did they think of this?" I questioned, picking up the photo frame. "They never got to see it..." he growled, throwing himself on the couch. "Sorry" I sighed, putting it back down."Who else lives here?" Harry looked up, smiled and shook his head. "Just me."
Sitting down on the couch, Harry started flicking through the channels. He stopped when he saw The Last Song and cringed. "Do you want to watch this?" He stuttered, smirking I nodded. "Yes please."
Throughout the film, I had to contain my laughter. Harry was sitting there trying to concentrate on this romance film, but deep down I knew he was cringing at every moment. Finally, I burst and dug my head in the pillow next to me. "What's so funny?" teased Harry, tickling my sides. Yelping, I tried swatting his hands away but he caught both with one hand. "Ha," he sniggered, putting his forehead on the back of my head. Purposefully, I shifted over, making Harry topple onto the couch.
Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I ran out of the room and opened a random door. It was an empty room with a staircase, raising an eyebrow I climbed up the stairs quickly making sure not to fall.
Opening the mini door at the top, I gasped. It was the top of the flat, I was on the roof. Looking up at the sky, it was still dark and the weather tonight was going to be thunder and lightning. The door swung open and Harry sprinted towards me. "Got you." he whispered, his forehead laying against mine. "Yup." I said, popping the P.
We stayed out there for a while, just talking about how things had been over the last few months. "So, have you had any other ex's since me?" he casually brought up, grimacing. "No I'm sorry I-" Before he could carry on, I interrupted him. "It's fine; I've harrased you aswell. No, I haven't." I replied, feeling my heart crack a bit. "Oh..." was all he could say in response.
The rain started lightly, just tapping us every few minutes. "It's going to rain pretty hard tonight." Harry stated, standing up and holding out a hand. "Apparently." I took his warm hand, and he pulled me up.
Our height difference wasn't that big but he could seem like a tower sometimes when he stretched up. "Step on my feet." He suggested, laughing and looking down at our shoes. "One minute." I stepped on, being careful about not being too heavy.
A few moments later, we were dancing around the roof top, rain engulfing us and thunder in the background. It quickly turned dark and all bedroom lights and signs were flashing below us; the sight was beautiful. "Could you come with me and the boys to London tommorow?" he asked, staring into my eyes. "Sure.."
{the author's note}
thanks for reading, hope your enjoying it so far guys! Sorry for uploading it a bit late, I'll promise to remember next time! PLEASE VOTE! EVEN IF YOU ENJOYED IT THE TINIEST BIT PLEASE VOTE, IT'D MEAN THE WORLD. If not, please leave a comment on what you think of the story so far?
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~millie~
Chow☺
