True Love Never Dies (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 4 - He loves me?

I really had fun writing this chapter! With the dialog with Louis & Harry about Emma. & the pictures of the boys wearing Emma's thongs and holding up bras. I got those ideas from pictures from their concerts when Harry put a thong on and was playing with a bra. Hehe. Definitely my favorite part is Liam's note! :D 

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

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I woke up to hearing screaming and pots banging against each other. I was so confused as to what the hell was going on in my apartment when I realized that I invited the boys over for the night yesterday. I sighed and got up, my mouth dropping as I saw that all my underwear, bras, and thongs were EVERYWHERE on the floor, and my Nikon was sitting on top of my dresser with a little note from Liam.

The boys had a little fun last night and took some pictures with your camera. We’re terribly sorry if we weren’t supposed to. About the mess, that was the rest of the boys. I tried to get them to clean it up, but they wouldn’t, and I didn’t clean it up because it’s your underwear and bras and I have a girlfriend. I don’t know… it just felt dirty picking up undergarments from another woman. I’m sorry; I’m rambling in this note. Sorry if you are upset. But, the pictures are very funny. Anyways, we’ll be making breakfast in the morning. Once again, sorry for the mess and sorry the note is so long. Sorry, I’m continuing it right now by saying sorry, sorry. – Liam x

Oh my god, Liam’s note had me laughing my ass off! He said sorry too many times. Oh, he killed me. I checked the time, 12:35pm, gosh, I was just waking up and the lads were just making breakfast? I decided to change into something I could wear the rest of the day before looking at the pictures on my camera and going downstairs. I picked out my favorite pair of turquoise jeans, a “free hugs” hello kitty long sleeved shirt, and my cheetah vans. I did a light smoky eye for make-up, and tied my hair up in a high bun. I slid on a cross ring and jumped on my bed with my camera, I couldn’t wait to see these pictures! I started looking through them, not too bad. Just boys being… Well, boys! Then I came across photos of them in my room, wearing my thongs and holding up my bras. Oh god. So that’s how my stuff got on the floor. Good lord, I didn’t know if they were drunk at the time this happened or what. I grabbed my phone, stuffing it in my back pocket, before walking down the stairs flicking through the hundreds of photos they had taken.

“Look, she’s finally awoken from hibernation!” Harry joked as I strutted through the kitchen, head down looking at all the pictures, slide by slide, giggling.

“Guess she found the pictures.” Zayn laughed walking to wear I was. “Damn! Nice tat! I like it. Does it mean anything?” I felt him touch my tattoo, his fingers warm with every touch. I wiggled around, uncomfortable. I hated when people touched my tattoo.

“Thanks, it’s just something my… friend helped me pick out. No meaning to it.” I said, faking a smile. Ever since me and my ex, Justin broke up; I hadn’t liked telling the story of when I got my tattoo. We had been going out for 3 years, sophomore year until a few weeks ago, when he decided to break up with me. But on my 18th birthday, this last December, he had convinced me to get a tattoo. I was iffy on whether or not to get it, but he said he would get the same one as me, that it would symbolize our love. I went with him to the parlor, tying my hair up for the artist. Justin picked an arrow with wings, saying it was the arrow cupid shot us with, some bullshit like that. We got our tattoos done and were just happily in love. But, as soon as we broke up, he got his removed. What a great love we had. I kept mine, thinking I could just bullshit a story anytime somebody asked me if it meant anything, but I just ended up telling everyone it was just something I liked.