Summer Styles (Harry Styles)

Pinky Swear

The jet lands smoothly on the runway, and minutes later, we are all called off the metal bird to gather our bags.

Picking up our bags was not on the list. By the time we got to the baggage claim, our bags were already loaded into the car. So, hands-free I take a moment to look around the airport. It's not any different from any other airport, I'm assuming, but, because it's England, I feel like it's just better.

As we make our way to the exit, flashes are coming through the windows and screams are heard easily as the doors open and close. Sighing, I turned to Harry. He looks at me with expectant eyes and I nod slightly to give him the okay.

Hand-in-hand we walk out the doors with chins high and glasses on. People are screaming for Harry. Not just fans, or little age girls, or even the paparazzi. Middle aged and older women all screaming his name.

We both slide into the bag of that off black Cadillac and leave the people behind us.

"Well, how was your first taste of London?"

I grin, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The feeling takes quite a few moments to dissipate.

"It was interesting. I guess it's a little taste of what our date is going to be like," I giggle and stare into Harry's eyes, heat rising in my cheeks.

"You are so adorable when you blush. As for the date, it won't be bad, I promise," he states. "Pinky swear," he holds out his large pinky and I wrap my little finger around his to solidify his promise.

"Where are we going now?" I wonder.

"We're going back to my flat," very slowly he says.

I remember our earlier conversation, and that I had agreed to stay with him.

"Oh," is all I can say.

The rest of the ride is silent. Harry is not touching me, but every now and then, his hand would brush my thigh or hand, as we took a turn around the city.

Out the window I see tall building that look incredibly old. I stare in awe out the window for the duration of the car ride, which was only 10 minutes long.

We pull up to a modern looking building with windows covering one side of it. They are tinted immensely, not allowing people to see in from the outside.

This time, Harry picks our bags out of the trunk and leads me inside. His duffle bag perches itself on the handle of my huge suitcase.

"Here we are. I moved in here a little over a year ago. It's nice. I think you'll like it."

All I can do is nod. The time is just ticking by so quickly. Yesterday I was alone and today I'm here with a guy going to this flat in London, England. This is insane. I don't move this quickly. This is not me at all, and I can't actually go with through this. I mean, he's a really sweet guy, but I just met him 48 hours ago. There is no way I can stay here for the duration of my adventure to London.

Absentmindedly, I had been walking towards an elevator and walked inside. Harry pushes the button with a 6 on it, and since it is the highest number on the elevator, I assume that he has a penthouse on the top floor. I wait for the door to open once it dings, but it doesn't. I turn, looking terrified. Secretly, elevators terrify me. I got stuck in one when I was little, and nobody was with me. I didn't step on an elevator for 4 years.

Harry is smirking.

"What," I begin, slightly irritated, "are we suck? If we are, you need to figure out how to fix this." I start to get dizzy. The anxiety is building. "Like now," I stumble slightly.

A hand encases my arm to steady me, while Harry slides a key into the elevator door, and it finally opens up.

I step out, releasing the breath I was holding in. Looking around, there is one set of doors down a hall, and nothing on the other side. It must be Harry's flat. So, I start walking to the doors. When I get there, I wait by the side of the door for Harry to open it. He slides the key in effortlessly and pushes the door open, holding it open so I can walk in.

I take in a deep breath as I look around. It's a beautiful place. Although the outside is completely modern, the inside was very rustic and homey. I feel myself begin to relax as I walk further into the flat. The walls are painted an off-white cream color. One of the walls is covered with dark red bricks, and a fireplace sits inside of it with bookshelves on the ends. A dark brown couch with two matching recliners in case the fireplace which holds a very large flat screen TV above it. On the mantle of the fireplace sits four pictures. One of them is a very pretty girl with light brown hair and arm around Harry. The others are multiple people who I cannot begin to describe.

"Hadley," starts the dark-haired man, "I'll show you to your room. It's right down this hall." Harry leads me down a hall covered in artwork ranging in shape and size. We pass a door that has a three locks on it and one that takes a master key. That's odd. It makes me nervous. What could be inside that room that is so special? What if Harry is a murderer that brings home girls and kills them, and he-

"Here," he pulls me out of my horrid thoughts. "Is it alright?" He asks as I walk into the room.

It's a guest room, thankfully, and it's neutral color palate is suitable and normal. There is a huge bed, along with a desk, dresser, and television. a large walk in closet is in the corner of the room, much bigger then my own.

"It's very nice. Thank you," I say. He sets my luggage in the closet and starts walking out. "Look, I really appreciate your kindness towards me, and I can't thank you enough, but this isn't me. I'm not this, I don't know, reckless. By that, I mean that I don't move as fast as I have with you, and...." I trail off, losing thought.

There is silence for a moment, but that moment felt like years. You could cut the tension with a knife, it was so thick.

"I know," Harry breathed. "I've never done anything like this before, and never imagined I would, but there's something special in you that I can't out my finger on. You looked so sad yesterday and somehow, I felt like it was my responsibility to make it up to you."

"It's not you're responsibility to do anything for me," I can't tell where he is going with this whole speech, but I want to find out.

He sighs, " my point is... I want you here and I want you to have a fun time in London regardless of what happened with you and Payson," he pauses. "Perhaps we can be friends. If that's okay with you. We will just be friends who hangout and I will show you all around London."

I can't help but smile at his negotiation. I thought I would be leaving by now to find a hotel, but now I see that this might work out. Plus, it's only two weeks and I really want to see all of London that I can, and I'm sure Harry can help me with that.

"Pinky swear?" I ask, and his shoulders relax.

"Pinky swear," he says, smiling, lacing his pinks around mine.