Maybe Next Time

A Harry Styles AU, set in the seventies.

'Well, well, well. If it isn't the love of my life.'

She recognised the voice from early, and as soon as she realised exactly whose lips those words had fallen from, she couldn't help but let a smile take over her face. As much As she hated to admit to herself, she was glad to see him. The very few words that were exchanged a few hours prior had stayed quite present in her mind. There was just something about him. He was bad news. He had to be.

'You don't remember me...damn,' he sighed, shrugging it off a second later. 'Well, I get another shot. Let me introduce myself, my names Harry, and I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on, and we actually met-'