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

Chapter 3 *

        I stepped out of the shower after ten minutes and got dried off. I changed into my clothes and blow dried my hair as quickly as I could. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was really going to spend the day with Harry Styles. I put my wavy brown hair up into a messy bun and put a thin line of eyeliner around each of my dark brown eyes. I sprayed a little perfume. I looked okay. Well as good as I was going to get for today. Besides, all we were doing was unpacking boxes, right? I didn’t bother putting shoes on. I took my iPod and walked next door. I knocked on the door and it opened after ten seconds.

            “Hey,” Harry said smiling at me and leaning against the doorframe. He leaned down for a kiss.

            “Excuse me, Mr. Styles,” I put my hand on his lips. He smiled and pulled back.

     “What?” he laughed and stood back looking at me.                                      

            “What’s my last name?”

             His eyes widened. “Um…”

            “Exactly.” I walked past him and into his apartment. It was pretty much the same as mine, only everything was on the opposite side of the room.

            “Well can you tell me your last name?” Harry tried, stepping pretty close to me.

            “Nope,” I smiled and turned to face him.

            “Mean,” he shook his head, that smirk not leaving his face, “Let me guess… Smith?”

            “No," I shook my head and smiled up at him.

            “I have no idea,” Harry gave up, shaking his head.

            “It’s Hartman,” I replied looking up at him and into his amazing green eyes.

            “Oh… that was my second guess,” Harry nodded, smiling.

            “Sure it was,” I stepped more inside his apartment, looking around at the boxes upon boxes stacked up around the room.

            “You smell nice,” Harry commented, walking up beside me. I looked at the boxes in front of us wondering where to start.

            I laughed, “Thank you… I think…”

            “It was a compliment."

            “Hm, you’ve been good at them this morning,” I turned my head and looked up at him.

            “They’re easy when you’re giving them to gorgeous girls,” Harry flirted walking over to a box. I was definitely turning red right now. I was glad he had his back to me.

            “Do you have a speaker I could maybe plug my iPod into?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

            “In one of these boxes,” he replied taking a box opener and cutting open the tape.

            “Oh,” I said taking the second one and opening the boxes I could reach. They were piled on top of each other and some were taller than I was which wasn’t surprising since I was so short.

            “I’ll get it,” Harry said taking one down and opening it.

            “Thanks again, Harry Styles to the rescue,” I teased, somewhat wanting to poke his side but refraining to do so.