Back Together or Lost Forever?

Featuring.... Mister Styles

----- Harry's POV -------------------

Alright. Simon emailed me the other day like "Hey mate. I'm sending her to your place tomorrow."

How do I argue with the man who made my career?

He told me to pick her and her boyfriend up from the airport, so I was driving there now. I knew the fans would be there, the stalked me like panthers. But that's okay. If you want to be famous, you better like the idea of fans, which I do.

Simon said, you'll be able to find her quickly. She'll have fans, that I saw right away. She had light blond hair, that was tightly braided. She waved and smiled at fans, sometimes posing for pictures. It reminded me of my days with One Direction.

She finally cleared through them all, and saw me. She walked in my direction, and gave me a hug.

"Hi Harry! Thank you for picking me up!"

"No problem love. Don't mention it." I said, happy that she was so far nice.

"I love your suit! Floral is my favorite."

"Thanks! I was unsure about it at first, but you've convinced me. Ready to go home?"

"Yes!" She said, a little bit loud.

Her boyfriend, Max, and I loaded her luggage into the car. Clearly based off of the number of suitcases she had, she liked shopping. Good thing was, I do too. I let her take the scenery in on the way home, and enjoyed the silence. As a celebrity, we never got silence, so I relished it. I pulled into the driveway, and was surprised when she didn't gasp at the size of the house.

---------- Shirley's POV ---------------

I was very proud of myself. I wasn't even fangirling! I walked into Harry's house, and was blow away. There were about a million rooms, and each were full of different things. One was full of Gucci suits, that didn't even look like they had been worn. Another room was full of albums, like Multiply, by Ed Sheeran, and all of One Directions albums. I gingerly touched each of them, remembering a song from each album. I was startled by a pair of strong but soft arms hugging me. I giggled softly, "Hey Max."

"Hey love. Got any ideas yet?"

"I think I do. I'm going to ask Harry if he has a room with a big whiteboard."

"How bout I do that. You go take your shoes off and take a quick shower."

"Okay. Thanks Max" I said, walking back to the room and bathroom Harry had shown me to earlier. Just like on Twitter, and in interviews, Harry was a gentleman.

After taking a quick shower, I put on one of Max's hoodies, and some sweatpants. It was rainy and cold here in London, but I was prepared. 

Max met me in one of the many hallways, scaring me to death. "You sneaky thing!" I said sheepishly.

"Well look who's talking. I don't recall giving you that hoodie." he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

I tried to pull away, but I knew I couldn't after a long kiss, I ran away giggling, after turning around, I saw Max laughing so hard he had fallen over. I felt someone breathing down my neck. I shrieked, and turned around to a curly headed Harry Styles. 

"Well hey Harry!" I said laughing.

"Hey love" he said with a serious face. For a second, I thought he was mad. But a few seconds later, that thin frown gave away to a huge smile, and soon a laughing man.

"Goodness gracious. You're a wild one love." Harry said

"Grrrrr" Max said playfully, "She's mine."

"Whoops," Harry said, "I'll be back later, love!"