Harry Styles One Shot Collections

A Hookup On Holiday - (Part 3)

"Oh, uh... was I interrupting something?" She asked looking at Harry and your families sitting at the table.

"Well, this is a family holiday," Harry said. "How did you know I was here?"

"You told me about it a few months ago, remember? I was with you when you were getting the details arranged," she answered.

"Right," he sighed. "Um, why don't you sit down and enjoy some breakfast... I'll be right back."

She smiled wrapping her arms around his waist, "Don't be too long. We've got lots to talk about."

He smiled at her awkwardly and removed her arms from his waist before going into the bedroom where you were pacing around. As soon as he walked through the door, his face was met with a pillow that you had just thrown.

"Shit!" He groaned. "Y/N, what the hell?"

"Don't you what the hell me!" you said. "What the hell is she doing here? You said on more than one occasion that it was over between the two of you!"

"IT IS!" He groaned. "I don't know why she's here... I didn't even know she knew where I was."

"Well, she fucking figured it out apparently," you snapped.

"Look, this doesn't change anything about how I feel about you or us," he said. "I'll just tell her again that she and I are over..."

"This changes everything, Harry!" you sighed. "For her to come all this way to talk to you, there's obviously some sort of miscommunication going on and she thinks you two are either together or that there is a huge chance of you being together."

"But there's not!" Harry defended. "I'm with you... I love you. I meant what I said about her and me not being serious! I don't know why she's here, but don't punish me for something I have no control over."

"You better get out there and have your little talk with her," you snapped. "I mean she flew all this way for something, so you might as well hear her out. But I swear to god, Harry, if you lied to me about anything..."

"I didn't!" He said quickly. "I'd never lie to you."

"You better hope not," you said walking past him and out of the room.

**

Harry sighed as he walked out of the room. You had gone out the front door of the villa to who knows where, while he went back out to the deck. The table was silent as she eating the fruit and pouring a glass of orange juice.

"Um.. so you wanted to talk?" Harry mumbled.

"Yes," she smiled looking over at him.

"Then let's go," he said.

She took another sip of her orange juice before following him to the other side of the deck. She smiled wrapping her arms around him and staring up at him.

"Sooo, how surprised are you? I thought about telling you... but I just wanted to do something romantic and show up, I would have arrived earlier but I knew you were with your mom... so," she said.

"Romantic? I ... we're not together remember? We broke up," he said.

"I know, but I was thinking about it and when you broke it off, you said right now wasn't a good time because of the distance and touring, but maybe later on and since you're not on tour anymore... I thought maybe we could try again," she smiled running her hand up his arm.

Harry sighed, he did say that. He did tell her things weren't working right then because he was on tour and maybe once he was done, they could look back into it. However, he mostly said that because he didn't want to hurt her feelings or come off as a jerk. He honestly thought she'd be done with him and would never try getting back together.