London Love! (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 13

The car was silent as Harry drove us to his friend’s house. I kind of had an idea of who it was but I didn’t want to ask because Harry really liked the idea of this being a surprise to me. After a while we finally got to our destination; it was an apartment building similar to the one Liam lives in but not as luxuries as Liam’s.

Harry and I both stepped out of the car and made our way into the building. I felt as he slipped his hand in mine as we walked towards the elevator, and he held it the whole way up.

“I can hold your hand in there as well, if you want me too.” He said smiling.

“That would be really nice.”

We walked out of the elevator and made our way to one of the apartments; Harry didn’t bother knocking he just made his way in the apartment and I followed along still holding his hand.

“Harold!”

“Ed!”

Yup, my suspicions were right. Harry let go of my hand to hug Ed and I watched the whole encounter with a smile. I had known they were good friends but it looked more like brothers to me.

“And who is this lovely bird?” Ed asked pointing at me.

“Ed, this is Sammy.” Harry said grabbing my hand again.

“Hello, Sammy.” Ed said smiling at me.

“Hi” I smiled at him a bit star struck but kept my composure.

“You’re a beautiful girl, but you know something I don’t get.” He paused and looked over at Harry with a little grin, “Why are you hanging out with this twat?”

“Very funny Ed.” Harry said while putting Ed in a headlock.

“Sometimes he can be a twat like you said, but deep down he’s a sweetheart.” I said laughing at Harry’s shocked face when I said that.

Ed was going to say something but Harry beat him to it.

“If you two want to talk about me, do it when I’m not in the same room.” He sounded serious but there was a little grin on his lips, “but then again, I don’t think I’d leave Sam alone with you for too long.”

“What? Why?” Ed said laughing, “Oh wait I know, I have too much shit on you, wouldn’t want to scare sweet Sammy away.”

“Shut it wanker.” Harry said letting go of Ed.

It was amazing to see how Harry and Ed interacted with each other, even though Harry and the boys were close I’d never seen them play around like this or call each other names.

“Anyways, Sammy, Harold told me you want to get a tattoo?”

“Yes, it’s something my dad told me earlier.” I said looking down at the floor and then up to him.

“And where do you want it?”

“Left shoulder blade.”

“Are you sure you wanted there?” Harry asked, “It hurts like a mother on the shoulder blades.”

“Yes. I’m sure and I’ll have your hand to squeeze if it hurts too much.” I said reaching out for his hand which he instantly intertwined with mine.

“Alright, you two can wait here while I set everything up in my studio.”

Ed walked out of the living room and went into a door down the hallway. Harry and I sat down on the sofa and made small talk about the boy’s upcoming trip to Africa. After a few minutes Ed walked back in and told us that everything was ready.