Give Me Love, Like Her

Think about the biggest boy band in the world. They have millions of fans, sold out shows, and a supply of money that is endless. The one thing some of them don’t have is love. After years of being single and thinking about reconnecting with his best childhood friend, Harry Styles takes off into the night. He runs away from a concert, an hour before going onstage. He offers to take her somewhere.
What can she say when her best friend shows up at her door step? Yes.

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Harry Styles sat in his car; which, was parked on the side of a street that was all-too familiar. The small town was an eerie sort of silence, something he wasn't used to anymore. Golden leaves drifted over the manicured lawns, looking out of place against the emerald grass. 


He kept his headlights off and sat lower in the drivers seat, just in case he wanted to change his mind. His hands still clenched around the steering wheel. He twisted them back and forth, until he realized he was simply stalling. What was he thinking? Why would he come here? He dropped his grip around the steering wheel. His hands slapped down on his legs. He bit his lip and took his keys out of the ignition. He finally mustered up the courage to leave the familiar comfort of his Range Rover.


The air outside the warm car was bitterly cold, with a slight breeze. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his breath huffing out of his lips in warm clouds. The collar of his wool coat was leaving a red mark on his jawline, which was started to be irritating. He reached the end of her sidewalk and stopped short.
He knew the entire neighborhood, her street, her address, every crack in the pavement of the sidewalk he now stood on. It was scary being where he grew up. They was no fear of fan-girls or cameras. There was just silence. Harry pulled out his iPhone, more stalling. There was one text from Liam:


Go get her.


Harry's lips turned up into a small smile. He had been waiting for this moment for years now. He continued on the path, climbing a few steps onto the white porch of the old farmhouse that held so many childhood memories. He gave three short knocks on the door and stepped back to wait for someone to answer.


He could hear her light jogging down the creaking stairs, and her feet padding over to the front door. His heart began to pound in his chest, suddenly feeling hot under the layers he wore to fight the cold. The wooden door swung open, releasing a scent of cinnamon and sweet perfume. Harry knew that scent better than anything else.


A petite college girl stood in the doorway, a large grin stretching across her face. Her thin body was clad with a silk maroon blouse, a pair of dark skinny jeans, and an adorable pair of polka dotted socks.


"Hi." she said as she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. "What are you doing here, Hare Bear?"


Harry chuckled at his childhood nickname. "Uh, well, I was in the neighborhood. I decided I would stop by and visit... Do you, uh, want to sit?"


Her face was knitted with an expression of confusion. She nodded quietly and motioned to the porch swing. They say down next to each other, their shoulders brushing. She brought up her legs and crossing them under her. She rubbed her arms up and down her bare arms.


"You never forget do you." she let out a small laugh as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear.


"I'll never forget the day we met, Lyla." Harry spoke softly. He turned to face her, his stomach churned with nerves. He had forgotten how beautiful she really was. Her pale, freckled skin that looked so soft to the touch. Her smooth red hair that never looked bad, no matter what she did. Her thin waist and long legs, which he had always admired and she never seemed to notice.


"Do you remember the first time we sat on this swing?" Harry asked her with a laugh, stalling again, he mentally kicked himself.


Her head fell back and lips parted to laugh along with him. She shook her head at him.


"The day our mothers introduced us had to be when we were only a week old." Lyla laughed again. "You, uh, missed my birthday celebration the other day..."


"Oh," Harry looked at his lap, he felt terrible about missing her birthday, "I'm sorry. I've been so busy with the band that-"


"It's okay, as long as you have a birthday present for me, I'll be able to forgive you." she shot him another grin. An idea popped into his head. He knew the perfect present for her.
He leapt to his feet, making her jump with surprise.


"Harry, what are you-?" she started to ask.


"Come with me, really fast. Give me two hours. Run in the house, grab a pair of shoes and a coat." Harry extended his hand for her to take as he explained. She slipped her hand into his and rose out of the chair.


"Okay. Two hours. That's it." she said sternly. Harry nodded, unable to contain his large grin. She laughed at his familiar cheeky smile, ruffling his curly hair before running into the house to grab what he asked.


"Ly, doll, who was that?" her mother called from the kitchen. Lyla was still smiling, nearly laughing with joy.


"Harry, mom. Harry is back." Lyla told her, her cheeks were beginning to hurt. She raced up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pulled off her socks and slipped her feet into a pair of nude flats, throwing on a thick sweater and a matching hat. She couldn't believe he was back. Harry was the first person she met in her entire life, besides her family. She fell in love with him in her teens, and now he was back in town. He came to see her, and was now taking her somewhere. Hopefully, somewhere exciting and new.


She raced back downstairs and jerked open the front door.


"Lyla! It's freezing out! We haven't even had Sunday dinner yet!" her mother cried out. Lyla stopped and bit her lip for smiling any more.


"I have to go, mother. I'll be back soon!" she cried into the house before running out the door to find Harry.

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