True Love Never Dies (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 3 - The Studio

I wrote a lot for this chapter, so after I update it, I might be splitting it into two chapters (Like 3 and 3.5?) so… yeah. Haha :)

For a more interactive version to see Emma's outfit and the studio please head on over to quotev.com/cheekypeaches (clothing & room pictures will vary for every chapter, remember!)

(I’m going to put that message in every chapter where there are links regarding Emma’s outfit or the setting of where they are. Those links will be featured ONLY on my Quotev account! Link above^)

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing!

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**Harry’s POV**

I woke up, Emma still asleep on me. I checked my phone, 6:02pm. We had enough time to do the dinner I planned in my mind before I had to go to the studio. I looked down at Emma, she was smiling in her sleep, and it was so cute. I thought to myself about how she was absolutely gorgeous. The way her hair perfectly fell in place, her cute, tiny nose, her smile, which was perfect. But I was interrupted mid-thought by giggling.

“Emma? You’re up?” I asked scratching the back of my head, it was a habit I had.

“Well, I was sleeping until I woke up to somebody gushing about how gorgeous I was.” She poked my cheek, I could feel my face get red; I forgot how when I go deep in thought I usually end up saying what I’m thinking. “So, Mr. Styles has a crush on me…” She smiled, expecting an answer. She had made my face get red enough, so it was my turn to do the same to her,

“Well, how can I not like a gorgeous girl like you, eh?” Mission accomplished, she turned her head to the ground quickly, thinking she could hide her blushing from me. “Aw, you’re so cute when you blush.”

“You need to think less of me and think more about dinner. It’s 6:10 and I’m starving, Harry.” She was sneaky changing the topic like that. But before I could continue the conversation about her, my stomach rumbled. “And obviously, you’re hungry too. Haha. What were we going to do for dinner?”

“You are staying right here on the couch, while I go make dinner.” I said as I walked triumphantly into the kitchen, making sure she had all the ingredients to what I was making before starting.

“So now you’re a cook? Anything else I don’t know about you, Harry?” She slid behind me while I started cooking.

“I like cleaning, cats, and I have four nipples. What don’t I know about the gorgeous, Emma Reese?” I looked back at Emma for a second before I heard sizzling, almost ready to make the next part of Carbonara alla Styles.

“Hmm. I like long, romantic walks on the beach, cheesy pick-up lines, I love kittens, and I love photography, that’s why I’m taking courses on it in college. I’m planning to be a pro. Speaking of photography, I’ll be right back.” She ran up the stairs and stomped her way down with a nice Nikon in her hands. “Say cheese!” She snapped a photo of me smiling, probably like a fool, holding up my dish. She checked the photo and started into a fit of laughter, was I really that funny looking?

“Do I look like a total idiot in that picture?” She showed me the picture, my god. In the picture my eyelids were half closed, I was smiling like a pedophile, my dish was half slipping off the pan, and I just looked plain creepy. “Haha, oh god. That’s a great twitter picture. You should upload it and tag me in the tweet, if you have one.”

“Well, good idea, Styles.” She winked before taking another surprise picture of me and walking off to who knows where. I smelt my dish cooking, almost ready to serve. I can’t wait to hear what she thinks because all the boys love this dish.