2 YEARS LATER
As I walk down the courtyard at university, I flip through my book for the final and I glance up at the time. Five minutes until doors close and I rush down the hall, making my way into the classroom. My fingers write up my essay and I hand it in, walking out after.
I tie my hair into a bun on the top of my head and I turn down the hall, hearing one of my professors talking to someone.
"It's a very good university," I catch him say. "She's extremely smart."
I look up and my feet stop, my professor not even in my vision. Green eyes lock with mine and he stares back into mine, his lips parting but no words leave.
"How was your last exam Olivia?" he asks, my eyes unwilling to look away from the man I thought was gone.
"It was very easy considering my study time," I say, my eyes parting from the man to look at him.
"That's good. I'm just showing a prospective student around. This is Harry," he says, my eyes moving to look back at him.
"Hello, Olivia," he says, holding his hand out.
"Hi Harry," I say, shocked but I shake his hand. And his warm hand is rough to the touch, but full of life.
"Well, we must continue on," my professor says, my head nodding.
I wave to Harry, still in shock of seeing him. But this time, so full of life and with bright green eyes focused on me.
"See you later, love," he says, taking my hand and kissing the back. By the small action, I'm left breathless with my heart pounding out of my chest. My hand falls from his and I turn around, walking home.
By the time I reach my house, I can hear footsteps running behind me. My hand reaches for my house key and I turn my head, seeing Harry running down the sidewalk.
"Olivia!" he yells, my feet walking down the stairs towards him. He stops in front of me, his chest moving quickly as he catches his breath.
"Do...Do I know you from somewhere?" he asks, my eyes looking up at him.
"I do, but it's going to sound so weird," I say, his lips puffing out as he evens out his breathing.
"You just look so familiar," he says, my heart pounding.
"What's your last name?" I ask, his lips pressing together.
"Styles," he says, my eyes widening.
"What?" he asks, my hands holding my bag tighter.
"I-I knew someone by that name," I say, his head nodding.
"It's been passed down. My great-grandfather had it, then my great uncle, my dad, now me," he says, my stomach filling with nerves.
"What was your dad's name?" I ask, his lips releasing a sigh.
"My dad was Harry Styles, but his dad was Keith Hayes. My grandma forced him to have her last name," he says, his eyes watching me assess. It had never occurred to me that Harry could have been an uncle.
"Was your grandma...was her name Gemma?" I ask, his eyes widening now. He nods his head and I sigh, so shocked at how I was given him back, but in a whole new person.
"You look so much like your-"
"My great uncle?" he cuts me off, my head nodding.
"I get that a lot," he grins, my lips curving.
"He gave me this when I was born. It was passed down from my grandma," he says, his hands shoveling through his pockets.
"Do you want to come inside?" I ask, his head nodding. He follows me up and we walk in, his hand opening the door. I lead him in and he looks around.
"This is so familiar," he says, my lips curving.
I'm not going to flat out say I kissed you here, considering I kissed his great uncle, as crazy as that sounds.
"Here. I was given this."
He hands me a piece of paper and I open it, my hand moving it to open it.
Meet her at University of London.
There is a date and it's today, my eyes looking up at him.
"I want to believe it's you," he says, my lips curving. I nod and he takes the note back, my hand brushing his.
"You have the warmest skin," he says, my heart pounding. He grabs my hand and I step closer to him, my head tilting to look up at him.
"I could say the same to you," I say, reveling in the thought of this human being.
"Are you dating anyone?" he blurts out, my lips curving. He flushes and I lightly laugh, finding his behavior cute.
"No. Are you?" I ask, his head shaking.
"Not if I was told to meet a girl today," he says, causing me to laugh.
We go out for the night, his hand not letting go of mine. He's constantly looking at me the entire time and I feel safe with him, his attention never leaving me and mine never leaving him.
"Why do I feel so amazing right now?" he asks, his arm wrapping around me as we walk back to my house.
"If I'm being honest, I have no idea," I say, not knowing what he knows about me. By the looks of it, he might but he might not know the extent.
He stops us just outside my doorstep and I look up at him, his height the exact same.
"You don't know how much I just want to stay out all night with you," he says, my lips fully curved into a smile.
"Then why don't we?"
And we do. We are everywhere in London and we are so encased by each other. He makes me laugh, I make him laugh, and our time is so perfect.
We stand outside my door in the morning and I can tell he's hesitant about kissing me, so I move my hands up to his cheeks. His hands are on my waist and I set a soft kiss to his lips, my heart pounding out of my chest.
I pull away and look up at him, his eyes meeting mine. "Can I see you tonight?" he asks, my lips curving as I nod. And he kisses me again, my body tugged closer to him and into his arms.
"I don't want to leave," he admits, my stomach filling with butterflies.
"You wanna crash here for a few hours?" I ask, his nose brushing mine.
"Is that okay with you?" he assures, my head nodding.
We walk into the house and up to my room, his hand holding mine tightly.
"Do you live here by yourself?" he asks, my head shaking.
"No, I live with my mum. She's an ER nurse so she's constantly at the hospital," I tell him, his head nodding.
We walk into my room and I close the curtains, his body lying on my bed. I move next to him and he wraps his arm under me, pulling me closer.
"I feel like I've known you for years," he whispers, my lips curving.
"You have no idea."
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