True Love Never Dies (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 1 - Destination London

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**PLEASE READ PROLOGUE BEFORE READING CHAPTER 1**

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing! XOXOXO :D

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Around 4 hours later I woke up to the brown haired boy next to me tapping my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in all his features. I never noticed how emerald green his eyes were, or how soft his lips looked, or even how white his gorgeous, straight teeth were. He had brown curly hair that went in every direction possible, a few zits (but he made them look good.), and an odly shaped nose. I didn't notice how long I had been staring at him because all of a sudden he snapped his fingers in front of my face. 

"Love? Are you okay?" the curly haired boy asked. I suddendly snapped back to reality. "Hello? Do I need to, uh, call somebody to help? P-paul? I don't know if she's, erm, okay." 

"Oh n-no. I'm fine." I smiled, "Just a bit tired! That's all, thanks for waking me. Are we about to land?"

"I think so, in a few minutes. You just looked so peaceful sleeping. I just didn't want to wake you." 

"Well, I'm glad you did. What's your name? I'm Emma, Emma Reese." I blurted, holding my hand out for him to shake it. He gladly shook my hand and flashed me that smile that made my heart melt. Who was this boy?

"I'm, erm, Harry. Harry Styles. I'm surprised you didn't know that. Usually, about, uh, now, girls are all over me because you know, my band."

"Oh, haha. Is it a local band here in London? I've never heard of or seen you anywhere! What were you doing in Renne?"

"We just had a gig down at I'Antipode. You didn't hear anything about it?"

"Nope, haha. Most likely because I was packing for temporarily living here in London, but I think my little sister went? She was talking about this band she was going to see, 'One Direction'. I don't know, something like that. Did you play along side with them?"

He laughed a little as I asked the last part, and so did his mates who looked maybe a year or two older than he. 

"Your sister must have great taste in music, because that is my band!" 

"Oh my gosh, haha. She's totally obsessed with you guys. I didn't know what you looked like, but she made me memorize names?" I started reciting the names I remember Vivian teaching me, hoping to get them right. Starting with the obvious that I already knew, pointing to Harry. "I know you're Harry. Does it go, Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn?"

I was hoping I got them right, but by them bursting into fits of laughter, I knew I had messed up.

"Haha, love. That's Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam. At least you got my name right." He winked as he elbowed me. This boy was just flirting up a storm!

I looked both ways before whispering to Harry, I didn't want his mates to hear this. "Well, you do seem to be my favorite already by far... And you are the cutest." 

"Look at Harry! He's blushing. Somebody fancies Emma." The blonde one, Niall, I believe, giggled while pointing at Harry's face. I looked up and noticed it was redder than a tomato! 

"Aw, it's okay if you fancy me, Harry. Remember, I think you're pretty cute yourself." I added, making him blush even more, before buckling my seat-belt as the sign lit up. Phew, time to land... I heard from friends and family this was always the worst part of the plane ride. I grew pale thinking about it, nervous, as it is my first time on a plane. I was thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong when, just like take-off, I felt a soft, warm hand intertwine with my own. I looked down and smiled, knowing Harry cared about me. I had barely known this boy for over a few hours and he had already pulled at my heartstrings. 

"Don't worry, Em. Big, strong Harry is here to protect you during landing. After we land, can I get your number? It would be lovely to be with you again."

I smiled, this was great, I haven't even landed in London yet and I've already found a guy I like, who likes me back. "Of course! I'd love to. I don't know what you're doing after landing, but is it too much to ask that you help me bring my bags back to my apartment?"

His face lit up with glee, "Of course! Paul. I'm taki-" He stopped talking immediately when the plane started descending. I gave his hand a squeeze and flashed him a smile. We landed a few minutes later and Harry finished what he was saying to Paul. "I'm taking Emma back to her apartment and I'll help her get settled. Is that okay with you? I promise I'll make it to the studio on time."

Paul, who looked between his mid forties to early fifties, pondered what Harry asked for a few brief minutes before agreeing. "Alright, but don't do anything stupid. Emma? Can you keep an eye on this one? He gets... rowdy..."

At once I burst into cries of giggles. Me? keep an eye on Harry? How bad could he be? "Haha, oh my gosh. Rowdy? I'll be sure to keep this one in check. So what is da wittle babies curfew that he needs to be back by?" Now I had all the boys laughing, except Harry, who sat there with his face reddening by the second. I had even gotten a laugh out of Paul!

"He should be at The Premises around 7 or 8 tonight. What street do you live on?"

"Uhhhhh, I'll be living on Baxendale. Is that anywhere close?"

"That's actually very close. Harry, can you leave around 7:30 for the studio?" Paul asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure, Pauly Higgins! I'll be on time." Harry laughed, grabbed my hand and ran off the plane, pulling me along. We were alone walking down the tarmac to the terminal when we were swarmed with paparazzi who were asking wild questions. 

"Harry, is this girl your girlfriend?" "How long have you two been together?" "Are you related in anyway?" "Girl in the Oh La La jumper! How good is Harry in bed?" "Is it true that you are leaving One Direction to pursue a solo career?" "Is Larry Stylinson real or just another rumor?" "Is it true that your band-mate, Zayn has lung cancer from smoking?"

These paparazzi were throwing all these questions out as us and I sure had enough of it because after being asked questions non-stop for 5 minutes I yelled out at them, "STOP! Oh my god, just stop with all the damn questions. Listen here, because I will not repeat myself. I am not dating Harry, I just met him during the plane ride because he was seated next to me. We're not together, we're not related, and annoying person in the cargo pants that keeps calling me 'girl in Oh La La jumper'. Yes, you! First, my name is Emma. Second, I don't know 'how good Harry is in bed' because I haven't had sex with him. We are JUST FRIENDS. Please get that through your minds and just give us some goddamn privacy." As soon as I finished my little 'speech', all of them started to murmur and walk away, looking back every step of the way. I turned to see Harry just staring at me smiling. "Oh, what are you looking at, Styles?" I jokingly pushed him.

"Just this beautiful girl who just stood up for me and got the paparazzi to go away." Aww, he really knew how to make my heart melt! As I was about to reply the rest of his mates came running up to us.

"Damn, you got those cunts to go away? How the hell'd you manage to do that?" The cute blondie with the Irish accent, Niall, asked me putting his arm around me.

"Language, Nialler!" One of them said smacking the back of Niall's head. Liam, I believe, asked me, "Seriously though, how did you make them go away? I've never seen anything like that!"

"TEACH ME YOUR WAYS, O, WISE ONE." Louis joked while getting down on one knee and grabbing my hand, kissing it and smiling at me.

"Zayn, where's your deep and meaningful quote you say right about now?" Harry winked nudging Zayn. "He always has these deep quotes he'll say in every situation. Come on, mate."

I heard Zayn sigh, looking up from his phone, "Fuck 'em." I giggled at his words, how "deep" was that? Haha. I could see all the boys, except Liam, actually on the ground, holding their sides, laughing.

"Great wisdom, Zayn! Well if you'd excuse Harry and I, we have plans together. Nice meeting all of you. Hope to see you soon." I said over my shoulder while walking off with Harry to get my luggage.