Summer Nights [Harry Styles AU]

British Invasion

Emma

"I hate myself for loving you
Can't break free from the things that you do.
I wanna walk but I run back to you.
That's why I hate myself for loving you."

The sound of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts blasted into my ears as I turned onto my street and kept running. Sweat was pouring down my forehead, and I was thanking God that I hadn't decided to get bangs for the summer like I had originally planned. The sweat was all ready unbearable, but could you imagine sweaty tentacles sticking to my face? Ew. Please God no.

I pushed my gate open and walked through the back door of my house into the kitchen. Grabbing a water from my fridge, I called out into the house, "Mom? Did you get on alright while I was gone?"

"Yes Emma. I was fine! I'm 55, not a hundred and fifty-five. Jesus Christ. I know how to function," she said to me as she walked in from the hall.

A deep, throaty laugh came from behind her. Wow, that was a sexy laugh.

Turning to find its origin, I was faced with what seemed to be a Greek god. Brown curly hair hung down around his face, and tattoos covered his arms and could even be seen covering his chest through his t-shirt. Where in the hell did this man come from?

He sent me a brilliant smile and held out his hand. "Harry Styles," he said in a British accent. "My mates and I just moved in next door."

Wiping my hand on my shorts, I grasped his hand. It nearly engulfed mine (talk about big hands), and we shook. "Emma Russell, welcome to the neighborhood." I smiled, praising sweet Jesus that words were even coming out of my mouth around this speciMAN of perfect human.

"Harry here was just coming over to see if they could have some eggs since they haven't made it to the store yet," my mother said.

"Oh yeah, of course. I opened the fridge and bent down to grab the eggs." Turning back to Harry, I handed them over. "You can take them all. I was gonna run to the store later anyways."

"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked, as we walked towards the door. "I have no idea where the hell anything is."

I laughed. "Yeah that's no problem. Does three work for you?"

"Perfect," he said, smiling. "Thanks again for the eggs."

"No problem. Sorry we had to meet under such sweaty circumstances," I chuckled.

Harry shrugged. "Well, I can think of other sweaty circumstances that I wouldn't mind being involved in with you," he said with a wink. "I'll just think of this as a preview. See you at 3!" And with that he was out the door and walking down the steps.

I was still standing at the door two minutes later when my mom came up to me. "Emma, I know he's cute and he's got a great butt, but you don't need to be that obvious about looking."

Snapping out of my trance, I looked at her. "Right, yeah. Ha. Of course not."

"You all right hun?" She asked. "You look a little funny." 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go take a shower."

I walked up the stairs and the only thing running through my head was: Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

And I had to see him again at 3.

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