The Mystery Girl

Emma was a normal teenage girl when one day her life is flipped upside down. She meets a cheeky boy named Harry Styles from the band One Direction. She instantly is mesmerized by his green eyes. She continues to bump into Harry, but he never learns her name. Are they mean't to be, or will the remain strangers searching for lost love?


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Emma's POV

"Wake up Babe," I hear Harry's deep voice say. I smile. 

"I'm so tired..." I whisper, turning over and digging my face into the pillow. Harry sighs and climbs out of bed. I hear clothes and bags moving and doors opening and closing. I am beginning to wonder where Harry has gone when suddenly I am lifted from the bed. 

"Come on Sleepy Head, we have to leave now. You can sleep more on the bus," I playfully hit Harry's shoulder before closing my eyes and laying my head on his shoulder. 

He carries me all the way through the hotel and out onto the bus. He starts to lay me down, but I grab onto his shirt. "No, I like it here!" I whisper.

"Like it where?" He asks. He is such an idiot.

"In your arms," I whisper. Harry smiles. 

"Oh, well, I like when you are there," He is so cheeky. He sits down on the couch and lays his legs across the seat. I play with his curls and he fidgets with the (split) ends of my, still unbrushed, hair. 

"I don't know what I would be doing with my life if I never found you," I look up at Harry.

"I don't know either, I love you so much Harry!" Harry leans down and smashes his lips against mine. I pull away.

"I'm so tired, Harry..." He sighs. 

"Yeah, me too." I snuggle into his chest and fall asleep.


Harry's POV

"Get your lazy butt out of...bed, Styles!" I hear someone scream. I open one eye. It was Niall. 

"What do you want?" Emma stirs and rolls off of me and stands up. I run a hand through my messy hair. 

"I don't know," He glances at my phone that is laying on the counter next to Emma. She quickly grabs it and sits down next to me.

"@NiallOfficial: Their hands.."

Attached to the tweet was a picture of Emma and I. We were both asleep on the tiny couch type thing. Both of us were almost falling off of the thing.

I was completely sprawled across the "couch" with Emma curled into a tiny ball on my chest. Her hair was every where; All over my face, all over her face, up my nose. It was crazy.

But the cutest thing about it was even though we where falling off of a small seat in a tour bus, out hands where tightly gripped together. As if to symbolize that even if we are falling, we will always be holding on.  

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