𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑! | harry styles

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I try not to think about Harry as the next few days pass. But he makes it hard to forget him.

I receive a text mere minutes after our feral kiss in the parking lot.

Just wanted to make sure you have my number. I really enjoyed my evening and can't wait to see you again.- H

No doubt he got my number from my personal chart information, but I don't mind.

I can't bring myself to text him back, and in the days that follow there isn't any more communication between us. I want there to be, but can't initiate it. Then I realize that he might be regretting his actions since he hasn't called. Is he mad? Is he as confused as I am?

Well, I'm not confused. I know what I want. I want him. I just don't know how to go about getting him.

I keep myself busy with unpacking, but the stacks of boxes still keep getting taller. I feel like I haven't even made a dent. Thankfully, Phoebe and Sean are coming to visit me this weekend so they can help.

I'm waiting for their train at South Station, sipping on some coffee. They live in Philadelphia so it's just a short ride to Boston. Sean plays for the Eagles and makes quite a lot of money. I don't know if he's very good or not, but his paycheck suggests that he's valuable.

They're right on time and, as usual, Phoebe has far too much luggage.

"Alyssa!" She grabs me and pulls me close. I do the same to her.

"I'm so glad you're here. It's been ages," I say.

"I know, I know. You look so cute. Is this dress new? I need to borrow it." She twirls me around.

Phoebe is a bombshell in every sense of the word. She's thirty, but you couldn't guess it from her face. It's flawless and devoid of any aging. Long blonde hair and pale blue eyes complete her look. It's almost too much for us mere mortals to handle.

We chatter quickly, like sisters do, about nothing in particular. I don't even notice Sean until he huffs in aggravation.

"No love for me?" he pouts playfully.

"Of course." I hug him, but he can't hug me back. His arms are too filled with Phoebe's stuff. "I see she has you busy as usual."

He's a massive man with dark brown hair and such a happy face. I don't think I've ever seen him angry. He has cute dimples and a boyish charm that makes him impossible to hate.

"I have to put those muscles to good use." She feels his biceps. "God, you're so huge. I love it."

He attacks her mouth like it's on fire. They make out with vigor, and I clear my throat. They have always been this way. Hot and heavy. Everyone else has to suffer around them.

"Come on. Let's get you two out of here before someone calls the police." I grab one of Phoebe's small Louis Vuitton bags and lead them to the exit.

We stuff everything into the trunk of my cream colored Range Rover, and Sean insists that he drives. That's fine with me because Phoebe and have lots of talking to do.

Carl married her mother when I was ten and she was eighteen. We've been close since then. I really wanted a big sister, and she was everything I could have hoped for. I know it sounds silly, but even with the age difference, it never mattered. We talked about everything and she was my sister in every way possible.

We reach my townhouse, and I'm nervous to see what she thinks of it.

"Oh, wow. This is beautiful." Phoebe looks around the marble foyer. "I really like it in here."