Love Me Harder (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

Recap:

The only thing on my mind as I sped out of the parking lot and back into the heart of LA, was the sound of Ava's laugh and the sadness it brought me as I thought of how I would feel if I never got to hear her laugh or see her angelic face ever again.

Ava's POV:

My trip to the cafe today was quite the time. I met a boy around my age, his name was Harry. To say he was absolutely gorgeous was an obvious understatement. He had the cutest hair, brown and curly. It sat atop his head in a pile of unruly curls, sticking out every which direction and every so often he would run his right hand through his curls and push them off his face. That action alone had me feel like melting into a puddle. And there's no way you could forget his green pools of heaven that he calls his eyes. They were captivating, they put you in a trance the second you stared into them. It was hard not to feel inferior sitting across from him. He was the definition of perfection in form of a human. God must be an artist if he scuplted something as beautiful as Harry. Though, those things are exceptionally appealing to every eye, the only things that could be more irresistible were his lips. His lips were the most fascinating and seductive things about it. His lips always seemed to be perched up into a smirk of some sort while he was looking at you or listening to you talk. They were the brightest shade of pink I have ever seen somebodys lips in my whole entire life. And he always seemed to have his pointer finger and thumb playing with them. The whole time we were talking at the cafe I was trying to keep my cool and calm myself down, but it was hard because of a certain walking, talking sex god that was sitting in front of me and holding out a conversation with me. I had to keep thinking of cold things like winter and ice to calm down my insides. It was hard, but I managed.

When he said he had to go, I'll admit I was a little disappointed. I was having such a good time listening to him talk and go on about his life and childhood and sharing mine with him as well.

He looked familiar when I first saw him and when his order number had gotten called, his name did sound familiar, I just had no clue as to why it sounded familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it.

I hadn't known what to say or do when I left. It was awkward, I wasn't sure if I should hug him, wave at him, or kiss his cheek? So I went for something simple, an easy 'see you later.' It worked, but I was left wishing I had gotten his number so I could have at least kept contact with him somehow. Whether that would have been to forward for Harry or not, I wish I would have asked. I felt like I knew him so I didn't think it would have been. Now, I'm only regretting that I didn't.

After driving in my car for a good 10 minutes and over analyzing our whole interaction at the cafe, I figured that if Harry and I were to meet again then we were meant to. It would be fate, somebody wanted us to see each other again so that we could further the friendship that we had and I was okay with that. I mean, I had to be okay with that. I had no other way of contacting him, so I was putting all of my faith in a greater force and left it at that.

Instead of going back to my house where I could sit around lazily on my couch and watch Christmas movies all day on the Hallmark channel, I decided that I would go over to my parents. God knows the last time that I went and visited them willingly. They live in Beverly Hills, along with myself, though my parents are always the ones who visit me, at least when they aren't traveling. My parents are always traveling because of my moms work. My mom is a world renown fashion designer. She has her own company and is constantly traveling, and having fashion shows in all different countries. Her job is very demanding but she manages and she makes an excellent living. My father is a photographer. He and my mom actually met at one of her very first fashion shows. He was photographing her show for a magazine when he spotted her. He and my mother travel together, she runs the fashion shows and he photographs all of them for her. Their like a double threat, a team. He always explains how they first met as 'love at first sight.' Which I'm not sure if I actually believe or more so if I believe in the theory of 'love at first sight.' Either way, the way he explains how they met makes you really want to believe in love. The way his eyes still twinkle when he talks about it. I hope one day when my husband of many years talks about me and how we first met, that he has that same sparkle in his eye like my father does.

I pulled into my parents driveway and the first thing I see is their landscaper, Rita, working on the front flower bed. I have no clue as to why my mother feels the need to get a landscaper. She has her own hands and legs, why can't she just do it? It doesn't make sense. Just because she can throw money around doesn't mean she has to and that's just one of the things my mother and I disagree on.

I walk by her as I make my way to the front door and she offers a small smile and wave at me and I return them as I continue to the door and knock. As soon as I knock I hear footsteps coming towards the door. I see my father peek out of the window to the right of the door and his eyes widen, surprised to see me.

"Av. Your mother and I have missed you so much. Where have you been?" He pulls me into a tight hug, while I'm still standing half outside, half inside the house. He pulls away and closes the door behind me. He starts to walk further into the house that I grew up in. Finally getting a chance to speak, I spoke.

"I've been around dad. The real question is where have you and mom been? Oh, right I know the answer. Traveling around the world, without me. Yeah?" My dad laughed at my sassy response and just shook his head, leading me into the kitchen where my mother was at. Placing a kiss to the top of my head before taking and seat at the counter and feeding me to the dogs or do I say my mother?

"Hey mom." I said as I put my bag down on one of the chairs placed by the island and leaned onto the cabinets next to where she was working.

"Hi honey. We've missed you. We just got back last night from London. We were just finalizing the details for the upcoming fashion show that will be going on over their in a couple of days." I nodded along listening to her.

"Mmm. Sounds like a blast. Have fun?" I asked as I took a piece of carrot off of the cutting board that my mother was currently working on.

"No need for the attitude. Ava Lynn. And to answer your question. Yes, your father and I did have fun."

"Spectacular." My eyes roamed around landing on my father who was reading one of his magazines with his glasses lightly propped on the bridge of his nose, laughing at something that he was reading. My mother set her knife down of the cutting board and turned to me.

"Speaking of the fashion show, you are coming right? I believe I mentioned it to you a couple of weeks ago. I really wanted you to come along we have some new pieces that I absolutely adore and I would love if you could come see them." She spoke as she dried off her hands on the red apron that was hanging off of her waist, awaiting my reply.

"Yep. I booked my flight. Wouldn't miss it for the world." Satisfied with my answer she finished preparing dinner for her and my father. She offered me to stay and eat with them but I kindly declined, using exhaustion as my excuse. I missed my parents, I did, and I loved them so much, but sometimes it felt like they loved their jobs more than they loved me.

With those thoughts rattling around in my head, I got into my car and made the journey back to my house, where I spent the night laying in bed, starring at the ceiling. The only thing clouding my memory; the boy with unruly brown, curly hair and a smile that could melt your heart.

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