17 year old Dalis Miller and her family take a trip to London for her dad's work for 2 weeks in the summer. She meets the Harry Styles and they fall in love. This is her story.

PG-13. :) Enjoy!!


60. Thank You For Everything

I wake up in my bed sweating and tears in my eyes. I get up, look at myself in the mirror and run into the living room. I jump on the green eyed, curly haired, big handed, long torso, hot stud muffin I get to call my boyfriend and nearly tackle him on the couch.

"What was that for?" He asks laughing and kissing me.

"I had a dream last night well towards the end it was a nightmare." I get all serious.

"And what was it about?"

"The first day we met. Every detail from then until the day after Valentine's Day when I got on the plane. Except in this nightmare you didn't come after me. You left me to take my flight alone and go home to my parents and I would be just another girl you dated."

"Hmmm..." He sighed.

"But no. You followed me. Before I knew you were waiting for me at the airport, I wanted to cry so hard and let it all out when I landed. I was so mad at you for leaving me alone." I said.

"But I was upset that you wanted that."

"You didn't let me finish." I said. "But I didn't cry for that reason. When I landed I tried to find my parents and couldn't. I look around and see you, standing there. You walk to me and my face was frozen. And what did you say to me?"

"I love you and I'm never going to let you go, no matter what."

"And you hugged me so tight I started crying in your shoulder. You then promised me that you'd be away for four months. It'd be like me being a fan again not knowing you and reading about the concerts on twitter, but it'd be different because you were mine and everyone knew that and then summer will come along and I'd get to travel the world with you for the summer. I'd be with you, Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Danielle, El, Perrie, and Lauren the entire summer. And everything will be ok. And now that's where we are. The third concert I've been to this summer on tour with you and we're in the city of love, Paris. Thank you."

"I couldn't leave you. And I'm sorry for leaving you alone and not saying goodbye but I needed time to think and to get on the plane as soon as possible."

"I don't care about that anymore. I don't want to even think about it unless it's the part where you came after me and was there for me when I needed you the most even though it didn't seem like it. I just have one question...?" I ask.

"Sure Dalis."

"Why didn't you look at me when I was talking to you that day?"

Before answering he waited a long time. "The truth?" I nod yes. "I couldn't look at you because you were crying, and I knew if I saw you I'd cry because you're so beautiful and I would fall even more in love with you. And honestly, I did see you cry, that's why I came after you Dalis Miller. I love you and I want to marry you! I know we're too young but I promise you this, if you still love me in about 5 years, no matter if we break up and find another lover and get back together, I don't care. As long as you love me in 5 years, I promise you, you and I will become husband and wife." And he kisses me.

"Harry Styles, I love you."

After we have our heart to heart, everyone comes in our flat. All the boys and the girls pile onto the couch and we just chill and play games and dance.

I look around the room and take it all in. Me, Dalis Miller, 17 year old senior from a small town in New Jersey had the biggest crush on hottest boyband member Harry Styles. I now get to call that idiot that I've come to know my boyfriend, and I guess my future husband because I know even though he's my first everything, he'll also be my last everything. I get to call the other boys my best friends and these girls my sisters. I have a wonderful family and a very fortunate life.

"Come here." Harry grabs my waist and kisses me passionately on the lips.

Yep, I'm living every One Direction's fan's dream.

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