summer love ∞ h. s.

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harry

I've had girlfriends and fancied some girls before, yeah, but I've never experienced something quite like this.

I remembered the first time I saw Jasmine.

My heart had kind of skipped a beat, and my stomach had filled with butterflies. I remember that I couldn't stop smiling because she was so damn cute. And when she spoke, my heart raced. Her voice sent a strange feeling through my body. It wasn't a bad feeling; it was just odd and very unfamiliar.

All I wanted to do was spend every waking moment with her. I wanted to know every little thing about her, from where she was born to her favorite color. And I wanted to kiss her, to feel her body entwined with mine, so nothing was between us. I wanted to taste her lips and make them smile.

And I'd only met her two days ago.

"You really like this girl, huh?" Louis sat on the edge of my bed, chewing his lip.

I leaned my head back against the headboard, sighing and fiddling with the hem of my shirt. "That's an understatement."

He shifted one leg underneath him so he could face me and pursed his lips, a solemn look overtaking his typically happy features. "Harry," he said, with surprising sincerity, "love is a crazy thing."

I raised my eyebrows, leaning my head back up. Love? I thought he'd asked if I liked her.

"It's beautiful and wonderful," he continued with a smile, but then his face hardened. "But it's also dangerous. You're putting both of your hearts on the line."

I pondered this for a moment. Being in love meant being vulnerable to each other. Mistakes would be inevitable; and mistakes would hurt.

I stared blankly at the bed and whispered, "I'd never hurt her."

"Not on purpose, no," Louis agreed. He clasped his hands together. "But you do know that this love won't be easy, right?"

I tilted my head at him, furrowing my brow. What did he mean?

"You're Harry fucking Styles, man." He chuckled, then turned serious. "She's just a girl. Loving her means making her famous too."

And she wasn't used to that. It would change her life completely. For better or worse, I was uncertain. Was she aware of this? Perhaps we need to discuss it. . .

Liam knocked on the bedroom door and peeked in. His hair was wet from the shower. "They're here."

I stood, taking a deep breath. ". . .Thank you, Lou," I whispered.

He got to his feet as well and nodded. "Anything for you."

We hugged, and then I grabbed my bag and walked out into the hotel's hallway.

I smiled as I saw Jasmine's perfect figure. "Hey."

She smiled back, chuckling softly and walking up to me. "Hey there. You ready?"

I nodded. "Totally."

"It's supposed to be cloudy today," she told me in the elevator. "We'll go down to the lake when we get there, but we may not swim until nightfall."

"Swimming in a lake," I pondered. "Sounds gross but fun."

"You'll love it, I promise," Jasmine assured.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I followed her out to her car and was surprised to see Sierra lying across the backseat. She giggled when I opened the door and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Hey, Harry!"

I got into the passenger seat and set my bag in the back floorboard with a laugh. "Hey, Sierra. You look comfy."

She winked playfully. "I always sleep on road trips."

Jasmine got into the car and started the engine, hurriedly changing the radio to an FM station instead of whatever it had been on.

"What was that?" I asked.

She bit her lip, wincing. "Uh. . .your music."

I laughed, buckling the seatbelt. It was odd sitting in this seat but not driving. I was used to the streets in the U.K. "Play whatever you want, love. It won't bother me."

I found it incredibly cute that she listened to our music. I was grateful, too. I appreciated every fan. They were the reason we could continue what we were doing, what we loved.

For a moment, it felt wrong to be taking a break from all that.

But as I talked with Jasmine, it all began to feel completely right.

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