Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Settling in

Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Part 3- Settling in

Olivia's POV

After the longest 10 hour flight of all time, Emma and I finally landed in London. We both slept only two hours of the plane ride. The rest of the time we were jumping around singing to One Direction and Imagine Dragons.

Once the plane landed, we grabbed our carry ons and ventured over to the Luggage Claim in the airport lobby.

"Damn! So this is it Liv! The start of our new lives here in London! On our own!" Emma said excitedly.

I nodded my head in agreement and then grabbed all four of my suitcases off the luggage escalator. I didn't pack as much as I should've, considering I was going to be living here for the next six or so years, but figured I could buy even more clothes in London.

"C'mon Em! Grab your bags and lets g-"

I was cut off by a bunch of ear piercing screams, all feminine.

I turned my head to see what direction the yells were coming from. I twisted it to one direction (A/N: Just had to say that! Cheesy, I know) and saw a herd of girls stampeding towards us.

I heard things like:

"OH MY FLACKING GOD! THEY'RE FINALLY HERE!" and "THEY'RE SO HOT!"

At first, I didn't get what they were talking about. But when I turned my head, I earned my answer.

It didn't take my eyes long to progress what I was seeing.

I could spot those luscious brown curls from a mile away. Those green eyes were brighter than the sun. That muscular body was taller than most of the people in the crowd.

One Direction was just across from me! Harry was just across from me! MY BEST FRIEND FROM FOUR YEARS AGO WAS JUST ACROSS FROM ME.

Before I knew what I was doing, I cupped my hands over my mouth and screamed as loud as I could, "HAREBEAAAAAAAAR!"

His eyes swiftly darted to where I was standing. He looked tired and you could see hints of annoyance in his eyes.

I couldn't blame him though. I mean who would like to be greeted by a million screaming girls everywhere they went. I wouldn't, that's for sure.

He lightly smiled as he looked me up and down. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly Paul ushered him into a big black van, along with the four other members of One Direction.

As he was entering the van, he quickly turned to me and sent me an apologetic look.

But this time, when he looked at me, something was different. Instead of the dull green that were his eyes just a moment ago, there was a sparkle in them.

Could he possibly have remembered?

Harry's POV:

Just a few more steps until we'd reach Paul's van, our sign of freedom. I tried my hardest not to look annoyed by the fans, but probably failed, considering the 300+ fans screaming into my ears.

"HARRY YOUR SEXXXY!"

Thank you I know.

"FUCK MEEEEEEEH!"

Babe you wish!

"GIMME A KISS!"

Maybe next year.

"HARRY GIMME SOME OF YOUR GRAAVY!"

Uggh! Disgusting!

"I HEAR YOUR INTO OLDER WOMEN! I'M FORTY-FOUR!"