summer love ∞ h. s.

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i'm gonna try to write longer chapters now, and i'm sorry there hasn't been much detail lately. i'm a work in progress just like this story! thanks for understanding.

love,
wishie

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jasmine

"Wait, he's going with us?" Sierra squealed, shaking my shoulders. "Oh, my God, Harry Styles is going on vacation with us!"

I giggled. It seemed crazy to me too. Honestly, I couldn't believe that he already trusted us enough to do this. We only met a night ago. Even so, the moments we'd shared thus far had brought us closer than I'd ever hoped to be with someone like him.

Someone like him.

Yeah. He wasn't like us.

Harry Styles was famous. An idol. Everything he did was documented by paparazzi and crazy fans. He barely had a private life, if one at all. And God, he was so talented. His voice was like that of an angel.

And then there was me. A totally average teenage girl with barely two hundred followers on Instagram. Maybe I was talented, but it certainly wasn't enough to get me anywhere.

Harry and I were two completely different creatures in separate worlds. He was a celebrity, and I was a nobody.

How could someone like him want someone like me?

There's the doubts. I mentally sighed. Doubts always arose for anything like this, causing extreme anxiety for me. I doubt people's words, I doubt their integrity, I doubt my own motives and judgment.

It was clear that Harry liked me. I knew that much. Unless he was faking it. Shit. What if it was all a lie? My chest tightened.

He could do so much better than me. Really, he could have any girl he wanted, and that meant celebrities. He probably belonged with a girl like him anyway. Famous.

I was nothing like him.

-

Sunday morning was the slowest morning I've ever experienced.

I got up around 10:30 and showered. Packing was a struggle because I was so insecure about everything. What if Harry didn't like my swimsuit? What if he hated one of my outfits?

I threw on a loose blue tank and some denim shorts, pulling my hair into a bun. It was cloudy today, so our plans were to show up and chill down at the lake for a while, then go night swimming. Without the sun shining, Sierra could enjoy the outdoors.

Sierra was meeting me at my house so we could double check each other's bags, and then we'd head to the hotel to pick Harry up. The trip would be about two hours, and that made me incredibly anxious. Two hours of driving with Harry.

I wasn't sure if I was prepared for this.

I curled up on the couch in the living room. I was ready much too early.

Renee sat at my feet, patting them. "Why are you so red?"

Okay, so I may not have told her that Harry was coming with us yet. I was trying to wait for the right moment. . . But now I had no choice.

I bit my lip. "You know how I hung out with Harry yesterday?"

"Yeah?"

"Well," I drawled, "the label is allowing the band to take a break until September, so he's coming with Sierra and me to the lake."

Renee's eyes widened.

I spoke before she could argue. "Renee, I'm going to college in a year. I'm responsible, okay? I can do this."

She sighed. "All right. . ."

I had been concerned that she wouldn't let him go with us. Being without supervision, we could easily get into trouble. Perhaps she thought I might let him take advantage of– but I wasn't stupid enough to have sex with someone I'd only just met.

Now, though, I was relieved and ready. Thank God she decided to be cool with this.

Half an hour later, Sierra showed up, and we did our routine of double checking each other's bags. Surprisingly, neither of us had forgotten anything. After hugging Renee, we headed out to my car.

"Are you excited?" Sierra asked as we got into the car. She pulled her exceptionally short denim shorts down some since they'd come up when she sat down.

I chuckled, starting the car. "Of course I am. We're getting to spend a week with Harry Styles!"

"I'm not gonna be a third wheel," she mumbled. "Am I?"

I shook my head, pulling out onto the street and pressing my foot on the accelerator. "No, I'll try to be sure of that. Plus, we can make friends at the lake in case Harry and I do want to hang out alone some."

"Do you like him?"

My heart kind of slowed for a moment as I pondered her question. Did I like him? Yes, I felt attraction to him, but so many other girls did too.

"Um," I breathed. "I. . .I don't know."

Because at that time, I truly didn't know. And I sure as hell didn't know I was going to fall in love with him.