Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 2

            The next morning I dragged myself out of bed. I had off from work today. I heard muffled voices in the room next to me. He must be here already. Harry Styles. I will admit, I wasn’t a huge fan of One Direction, but still, it’d be cool to meet an international pop star. Plus, I’d seen pictures of Harry and he was really cute. I think he was around twenty five and I was twenty six, so we were very close in age.

            I smiled to myself and brushed my hair until it was smooth enough to my liking. I wore a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I shrugged and walked out of my apartment. Two men walked out of the door next to me and they smiled at me. I knocked on the door and I heard someone say, ‘Coming!’ from the inside. I waited and the door opened. I was greeted by Harry Styles. I'll admit, I did get a little wave of butterflies in my stomach from the sight of him.

            “Hello I’m Maya, I live next door,” I pointed to my door and stuck out my hand. I was usually this forward with people I didn’t know. Not necessarily the greatest trait to have. I felt his eyes looking straight into mine, as if we had some sort of connection.

            He smiled at me and I almost melted. “Harry.” We shook hands. “You can come in,” he said and I stepped inside. It was empty except for a bunch of boxes and a huge mattress on the back wall.

            I looked around, “So, how are you?”

            “Good, thanks and you?” The smile didn't leave his face.

            “I’m alright, I literally just rolled out of bed, as you can probably tell,” I said looking down at my outfit and laughing at myself a little bit.

            “That’s okay,” Harry shrugged and shifted the weight on his legs, his gaze not leaving me.

            “Can I help you unpack or something?” I offered, just noticing how many boxes were in his apartment. It had to be over fifty. And they weren't small ones either.

            “Oh, um…” Harry looked around the room, contemplating his answer.

            “I mean if you don’t want me to then…” I started playing with a strand of my hair, hoping I wasn't being too forward.

            “No, that’d be a huge help, but in all honesty, I’m going to put it off for later.” He laughed a little bit and I, for some reason, felt myself turning pink. It was just his laugh.

            I laughed, “Okay, did you want some coffee? I could go make some at my place…”

            “Sure, sounds good,” Harry replied smiling.

            We left his room with his hundreds of boxes and walked the five feet to my door. I took him into my kitchen and I started a pot of coffee. I was putting the ground coffee in when Harry spoke up.

            “So how long have you been living here?”

            “A couple months,” I leaned back against the counter, “I got a job promotion down the block so I bought this apartment.”

            “Nice,” he nodded a little bit, “I like it…” He looked around at the furniture. It was a pretty simple place. The walls were white and had a couple bricks showing in some places. I had bought a light blue couch and a coffee table with some rugs here and there. My parents bought me a kitchen table when I moved in, along with a TV. I moved all my other belongings, like my bed and my dresser, from my room at my parents’ house.