We were just getting to the lemonade shop when I heard a bountiful of rapid footsteps behind us, I turned at the same time as Harry and we both had looks of terror on our faces, before I could object Harry had taken my hand and was leading me to god knows where.
"Where are we going?" I asked urgently,
"How should I know? You live here!" he panicked,
I knew where we were so I led us down a few different streets and sprinted into a very large and well known department store. Harry and I fast walked hand in hand towards the nearest escalator hoping to lose the fans that had been chasing us.
We finally decided to stop riding escalators and found ourselves on the sixth floor, perfect, just perfect. I'm on the lingerie floor with none other than Harry Styles. He obviously noticed and decided to speak first,
"Might as well occupy ourselves than?" he tried to sound innocent but had a devilish grin on his face, I decided to bite back,
"Here, you go find something that fits and if you're good maybe I'll buy it for you," I joked, he put a hand to his heart and acted offended, but that quickly faded and was soon replaced by his signature grin,
"I'll make sure it fits you perfectly," he said quickly before rushing off into the many racks of lace and thongs.
Oh Jesus.
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Fast Times In Times Square
FanfictionAvery Williams is just your average personal assistant for one of the biggest magazine companies in the country. She fetches beverages and organizes interviews and photoshoots. What happens when Avery is grabbing lunch for her boss and runs into a c...
