Better Than Words

International Arrival

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LailaFalconerr

Alison Phillips and Harry Styles have been together for almost two years.

When Ali comes to visit from Australia everything is normal, besides being the girlfriend of one of the most wanted men on Earth. She's noticing Harry's been acting a bit strange and Niall and Louis know the answers why. Ali hopes her British boyfriend asks her a question. 'Will you move in with me?'

When she finds out the reason to his odd behaviour, will she like what she hears?

Chapter 1-

International Arrival

I step out of the plane, make my way down the corridor and through the International Arrivals door.

"Alison!" I hear a familiar, male voice, "Ali!"

Finally I see the boy who was calling my name. Harry Styles, my boyfriend. Harry maneuvers around the other friends and families reuniting to get to me. As we finally reach each other I drop my carry-on bag as Harry wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up so my toes are two inches off the floor, hugging me tightly.

"I've missed you so much," he says, planting kisses all over my face once he's put me down.

"I've missed you so much too!" I snake my arms around his neck and kiss him on the lips before pulling away and picking up my bag.

He takes my hand and entwines our fingers as we walk to the baggage claim area.

"Aren't you scared fans will see you?" I ask, looking up at his gorgeous, British face.

"Well I don't see a massive crowd of screaming fans so I think I've done pretty good so far," Harry takes a quick glance around him just to be sure.

Harry helps place my luggage into the back of his car. Just before I reach for the passenger side door Harry grabs the handle and opens it for me.

"You're such a gentleman Mr. Styles," I say before pecking his cheek then hopping into the car.

He closes my door and rushes around to the driver's side. It was an hours' drive to his new apartment he bought while I was in Australia. On the way we talked about events that happened when we were apart. When Harry was telling me a story about a beach party he went to with Louis he stopped in the middle of a sentence. I looked away from the window and Harry's face was blank, his knuckles turning white from his hard grip on the steering wheel.

"Harry?" I ask.

He still had the same expression. I look out the front window and saw we're on the wrong side of the road. Another car was coming towards us. Beeping and flashing its lights.

"HARRY!" I scream, taking the wheel in my hands and jerking it back so the car is in the right lane.

"Harry, what the fuck?!"

"Shit! I am so sorry Ali," he turns to look at me with a guilty expression on his face.

"Are you ok? Is something wrong?" I turn in my seat to face him as he pulls to the side of the road.

He turns to me and runs a hand through his curls.

"Nothing's wrong. I just blanked out. I could have killed us. Holy shit Ali, I'm sorry," his voice ends up in a whisper, both his hands cupping my face.