True Love Never Dies (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 2 - Settling In

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After the encounter with the paps, the boys asking me how I managed to get them to go away, and Zayn's lovely words of wisdom, (If you don't remember, Zayn said 'Fuck em.') Harry and I finally got some true alone time while we were walking to get our suitcases from baggage claim. Harry only had one suitcase, so I was rather embarrassed when we had to wait over 10 minutes for me to find all 6 of my bags. 

"Damn, you pack heavy don't you?" Harry winked at me while helping me collect all my suitcases.

"Oh, shut up, Styles. I'm moving from France to London, I can't exactly just go back home if I want something. I had to pack just about everything I wanted to take." I explained my motives and Harry took a keen interest in everything I was saying, weird. Nobody ever did that.

"Well, do you have a car coming to pick you up?" He looked around at the drivers holding names, expecting to see ‘Emma’ or ‘Reese’.

"Come on,” I tugged at his shirt sleeve, “There's no driver for us with a fancy ass car. My baby’s in the parking lot, and by baby, I mean my car.”

“You have your own car? Is it that Camaro right there? No? Um, what about the mustang? Okay... Is it that car over there?” Harry pointed out almost every car in the lot before he finally got it right. “What about the black Thunderbird? Is that it, because I’m tired of guessing?”

“It IS. Good job, Styles. After almost 60 guesses, you got it right! Can you help me put the bags in the back?” I had a 1958 Thunderbird. I loved having a convertible, even though I would never take the top down that much. We finished putting our bags in the back, and Harry was kind enough to open the driver’s door for me, then walk all the way back around to the left side of the car to get in. He was such a gentleman.  “Alright Harry, do you know how to get to Baxendale? Or at least know how to work a GPS?”

“Leave it to Harry! Just go straight out of the lot, make a right and go through the tunnel and go right on the M4, then you should be on the A4 at the end of the M4, then you should make a left on A3220, then follow that to the A40, then you will be on the A501, at the roundabout go onto A5201 exit, then a right onto B118 or Columbia, and then a right on Baxendale.”

“Qu'est-ce l'enfer! Frimeur!” I said in French, slamming on the brakes as a car rushed in front of me.

“Damn you sound sexy when you speak French. What did you just say anyways?”

“I said what the hell, show-off… I giggled a little bit at his shocked face when I explained what I had said.

“Damn, Emma. That was hot.” He winked, and I could feel myself blushing, great! “Aw, looks like I’m not the only one that blushes! I guess you can’t resist the Styles Charm.” And with that I turned even redder, how embarrassing.

After a few laughs and giggles, weird conversations, and Harry falling asleep leaving me to try and guess which turns to go on, we finally made it to my apartment.

“Harry, wake up! We’re here. Harry?” God, I really hoped he wasn’t dead or something. I kept poking his face, hoping for him to wake up. I accidently poked his eye, which did in fact wake him up. “Hehehe, sorry! But, we’re here!”

“Haha thanks for waking me up, love. Wouldn’t have wanted to stay in the car all day, would I? So it’s, 12:57, which means we have about 6 hours to do whatever we want. How about we get these bags in the house and you can get settled a little bit, change into more comfortable clothes, and then we can make a day of it! We can go to the movies, dinner, and maybe a walk around the park. Does that sound good, love?” Harry smiled as he took the some of the bags out and walked up to the front door with them. I was shocked, what he described just sounded like… like a date! First day, first date… I guess this is just my lucky day. I took the rest of the bags and followed Harry to the door, unlocking it, before bringing the bags in and collapsing on the ground, exhausted.

“Damn, this place is better than it looked when my parents got it for me. I’m going to enjoy living here.” I looked around; this apartment was HUGE, just like the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. “So, Harry, would you like to be a doll and help me unpack my clothes upstairs in the bedroom?”

“Of course, love. I am here to help you settle in, after all.” Harry grabbed all my bags and starting walking upstairs, straining with every step he took. We made it to the bedroom and he dropped my suitcases, and they all landed on top of my zebra suitcase, which had my computers in there. I rolled my eyes, they were old and beat up anyway, and it didn’t really make a difference. I sat down next to Harry and started opening my suitcases. We divided the suitcases half & half. I got 3, he got 3. Unfortunately, he got my bag of bras, underwear, thongs, and things like that. I didn’t know why he kept giggling until I turned around and he had two thongs on his head, a bra on him, and wearing some of my knickers strutting around like he was on a catwalk. It was just absolutely embarrassing, now I knew what Paul meant by ‘rowdy’!

“Harry Styles! Ugh, what the hell. Take those off right now and put give them to me. You are on shorts and pants duty while I get my own knickers and bras put away, thank you very much.” I snapped while snatching up all the stuff in that suitcase, taking the bra, thongs, and knickers off of Harry.

“I was only having a bit of fun. Sorry not sorry!” A huge grin spread across his face. Ugh, I know I was going to regret doing this.

“Here, Harry. Just finish what you’ve started in this suitcase. But don’t play around, please.” I heard sigh of satisfaction from Harry; he had gotten what he wanted.  We finished unpacking almost everything clothes wise and I told Harry to go downstairs and keep himself occupied as I got changed for our fun day.

I changed into a pair of jeans, a semi baggy grey shirt with white sleeves, and my white converse. I took off my eye make-up, quickly braided my hair to the side and threw a beanie on. I checked the mirror; this was a great outfit! I walked downstairs to see Harry sitting on the couch, shirtless, flipping through channels and snacking on some salt & vinegar crisps.

“Harry! I thought we were going somewhere? That’s the whole reason I got ready, and you’re down here eating crisps and watching TV. Come on, get up! Show me around London?” I smiled, hoping to get something out of him.

“Come here, you took longer than you thought to get ready. I had enough time to run to blockbuster and back. I rented my favorite movie for us to watch, and I rummaged through your cupboards and found some popcorn stashed. Your parents went all out getting the groceries already here.”

I picked up the disk, hoping for it to be a good movie. “Love Actually is your favorite movie? Mine too! Great minds think alike.” I plopped down beside him on the couch. “Yeah, they really cared about making sure I was in a nice environment and had everything I needed, as this is my first time in London.”

“Well, less talk, and more watch.” Harry said putting his finger on my lips. His hands were soft and I felt a flash of warmness, peace, and happiness rush through my body. I felt a connection just by him touching my face or my hand, I wonder if he felt the same way.

Around halfway through the movie, I fell asleep on Harry. I couldn’t help it! He was just too comfortable. :)

*** Harry’s POV ***

We were watching Love Actually, and Emma cuddled up against me the moment I hit play. I placed my arm around her, tracing shapes on her arm. I felt a connection with her already and I had barely known her for a day. I was lost in thought most of the movie that when I looked down, I was surprised to see Emma asleep with her arms around me. She looked so cute sleeping; I had to take a picture! I pulled my phone out of my pocket with as little moving as possible. I took a picture of her sleeping on me, and me with a big cheeky grin on my face. *click* Memories that will always be remembered. I posted the photo with a nice caption with it:

@Harry_Styles: Look at this sleepyhead! She just fell right asleep at beginning of the movie. Boo! Oh well, she does look cute while sleeping. X pic.twitter.com/f349da
February 24th, 2013 at 4:18pm

My mentions blew up with fans asking me if she was my girlfriend. But, instead of reading them all, I decided to snuggle up with her at least until dinner time; I couldn’t bear to wake her up. As I closed my eyes, it hit me. I was love struck by Emma Reese. A girl I had met this very day, who never heard of my band or of me. This girl could be the one.