unforgettable; a larry stylinson au.

5; reunite

As soon as I had gotten out of the taxi, and gone back to my hotel room, I quickly grabbed my leather diary, and started to scribble down what had happened last night. Or what I could briefly remember.

'Meeting Harry again was awesome. We sat and talked for a little while as the sun was setting, then went for some drinks. It seemed like I may have had one too many, as I ended up partially naked in Harry's bed. When he woke up, I asked him what had happened, and all he said was that I was a good kisser and my 'moans were pretty'. When the taxi arrived to pick me up, Harry kissed me. Full on kissed me. With those pink little lips! Once I had to go, he shot me one last smirk and I was driven away.'

I smiled successfully and nodded to myself as I put away my notebook. I then decided to make a trip down to the convenience store which Harry told me about.

I walked down the steep hill, and into the town square. I glanced around behind my sunglasses, and scanned my eyes around the market without going in before entering in to the corner store.

I went in, and walked up to the man behind the counter. I began asking him if they were hiring, and he replied, saying that they were and were in need of staff.

I talked to the manager for a little while, and as easy as could be, I had the job. He really did mean they were in need of staff.

The middle aged man, named Pietro, offered me to come behind the counter and possibly try out for a few hours, as he had a lot of new stock to unpack in the back.

As I stood alone in the front of the store, I had an average amount of customers come in, possibly one every few minutes.

Pietro had also asked me if I could change the receipt paper in the cash register, and so I did. And it was harder than you would think.

I pulled out the old roll of plastic-y paper, and grabbed the new one. I thought it was quite a simple job, but it truly wasn't. I struggled for a little while, and kept trying over and over again until I heard a voice in front of me, placing their things on the counter.

"Scusami?" I heard the male voice say. I looked up and noticed that it was too familiar to not take attention to.

My eyes softened as soon as I saw who it was. "Harry Edward Styles." I grinned.

"Oh, since when did you work here?" He replied, shooting a snarky smirk back.

"Since about an hour ago." I chuckled quietly as I scanned his items; a bottle of water and a pack of gum.

"Hm well, you're not too far from my stall here. Such a pleasure." He nodded his head, taking his two things and holding them in his hand and putting two euros on the counter.

"Pleasure's all mine. I'll come see you once I finish my shift." I suggested, and he gave a warm smile. "I'd love that. Grazie." He said, in the happy voice of his before waving his hand to bid me goodbye and heading away.

Every time I saw Harry, I could feel my heart just melting into a smushed mess. He was so lovely, and kind. I could never they enough of him; that slightly exotic accent, that tanned skin, and Lord, those curls.