Mistakes (Harry Styles & Lottie Tomlinson Love Story)

Chapter 1

Lotties POV:

The boys are coming back to England tomorrow, as the tour has come to an end at last. I am excited to see all the boys, especially my brother. I have missed them all so much.

They are flying in tomorrow in the late afternoon. All of the boys are going to be spending a couple of days at our house. Mum took a well deserved vacation with Fizzy and the twins, and will be gone the whole summer, so in the time being that they are staying here I will be home alone with the boys.

The doorbell just rang. Must be the pizza I was expecting. I ran to the door, as no one was at the house to answer.

I open the door to see a red-cheeked excited Louis, and behind him are 3 of the boys. Everyone looks a bit rugged and tired.

"Hey Sis! Where's mum?" Louis says as he pulls away from my hug and starts to walk past me.

"Still on vacation. You guys weren't supposed to come in until late tomorrow." I replied.

"Early surprise." Louis said as he smiled and walked to the couch to set his luggage down.

I shook hands and exchanged a silly face with Zayn, Niall gave me a high five, and Liam playfully messed up my hair. Still the same boys I know. Gosh how I have missed them all.

Someone was missing though. Who was it?

I walked out of the door and onto the gravel of my driveway to see Harry.

He was struggling with getting his luggage from out of the trunk of his car, so I thought I'd help him out. I walked over to the car to see what the problem was, on the way I tripped over a rock and began to fall. I gasped, and Harry caught me right in his arms.

"Whoa there, watch your step, Ms. Tomlinson, you could get hurt," he said surprised and sweetly.

I looked into his eyes and lost track off time.

I realized how awkward this was, so I cleared my throat, straightened my shirt, and pulled the rest of his heavy luggage inside.

Harry came up behind me as I was walking into the doorway. He touched his cheek to my cheek, I could feel the heat of his skin on my face.

I froze.

"Thanks, lovely" he whispered into my ear.

He walked into the living room and sat down with the rest of the boys as if nothing had happened. I stood there in my tracks and felt chills running through my spine.

I shouldn't like him. He is 18, I am only 15.