Hiding Place - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Part Four

So here's part four. 

Just wanted to point out that I'm gunna be uploading lots, really fast up until Part Fourteen.

I'm doing this because I already have that much written, and wanna have both here and IG caught up to the same place.

Anyways, Enjoy!

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Harry wouldn’t let me refuse his offer, so it was official. I was staying at Harry Styles house.

It was nearly dinner time so me and Harry were at the supermarket now. We had to stop there on the way back to his house because he was having the rest of the boys over for dinner. I still felt bad for intruding, but he insisted that it wasn’t a big deal.

Right when I gave Harry my cell number, he texted the rest of the boys, letting them know I was coming and giving them my number as well. Not even five minutes later I got texts from them telling me how excited they were to meet me. Well, at least they’re friendly… that makes me feel a bit better.

I told Harry I wanted to help make dinner, and he happily agreed. We quickly made our way through check-out and headed back to his house.

We pulled up at a large crème-coloured house, and Harry parked and got out. The house was huge and glamorous, an absolute dream house. I sat there awkwardly, figuring he was stopping to grab something.

Harry suddenly opened my door, “Uh… are you coming or what?”

“Wait, THIS is your house?!” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, now help me with these groceries please.” He said with a smile and I quickly obliged.

Walking up to the door was simply amazing. There was a beautiful patio, with gorgeous detailing. Yep, pretty sure that’s a waterfall and a pool over there. This is incredible; I can’t believe I’m staying here. Walking into the house was ever more amazing.

“Oh. My. God” my jaw dropped.

“Honestly,” he replied “that’s how I feel about it too. I just moved in a few weeks ago, and I’m still not used to it.”

“I just don’t understand how anyone could even afford this! This place is amazing!”

The ceilings were high, and the living room was giant and open. Everything was white, except for the kitchen to the left, which was a deep red.  There was a wide spiral stair case, which led to the giant second floor.

Harry laughed, “Remember when I said I was in One Direction… Yeah, well it has his perks.”

I was speechless. Once out of shock from this amazing house, I helped Harry make dinner.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang.