A New Kind of Love

Rated R. Anna is visiting the city of London where she bumps into, none other than, Harry Styles. It seems fun at first, but as she is moved into the spotlight of fame, it seems to be too much. Fists are thrown. Words are said. Was it really a good idea to go to London?

This story contains graphic sexual content.


1. The City


"Dad will you please calm down. It's only for the summer," my dad was crying hysterically as he loaded my luggage into my rental car. People were staring at us from inside Heathrow airport. I took him by the shoulders and shook him. "Dad. I'm going to be back in two and a half months. This is just so I can be ready to start college. I'm finally eighteen! I can do what I want now."

He looked at me and sighed,"I know, Anna. But just promise me nothing dramatic is going to happen so that you're going to have to fly back to America in the middle of the summer."

I laughed. "Dad I promise. Now leave before start to cry."

He hugged me one last time before going to his gate for his flight back to America. I got into my car and put in the route to the hotel I would be staying in for the summer. 


As I got to the hotel, I checked in and they brought my bags up to my suite. Figuring my dad would still be on his flight, I decided not to call him. Instead, I called my best friend, Rachael. 

The phone rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey! I'm at my hotel now. What's up?"

"Nothing. It's boring as hell here without you. Me and the girls miss you already," she sighed.

"Aw I miss you guys. I wish you could be here with me right now," I said.

"I know that would be amazing."

There was a slight pause.

"Have you called your mom yet?" she asked.

"No. I don't want to disturb her just yet."

"Anna, you're going to have to call her soon. You're in the same city for Christ's sake! You can finally meet the woman."

My mom had left my dad and me when I was just an infant. She claimed that he was "boring" and left on the next flight to London. My dad had raised me all on his own and my mom remarried and had two children. As far as I knew, they were brats. Well, that's what my dad said. He had decided to adopt a younger sister so I wouldn't have to be alone, while he was away at work. Her name was Sarah and she was adorable. So innocent.

I looked at the time. It was nearly eleven. "Rachael I have to go, but I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," she said.

I hung up and walked to the bed. I wasn't tired, so I got up and decided I was hungry. I changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top, slipped on my shoes, and walked out of my room. There was a small restaurant downstairs, so I thought I'd just eat there for the night. I took my phone out of my pocket and texted my dad that I loved him and hoped he had a safe flight home. I heard yelling coming from around the corner and looked up just in time to see a man slam into me and knock me to the ground.

The guy had fallen on top of me when he had hit me. I pushed him off and stood up, angry that he had made me drop my phone. I picked it up and whirled on him. That's when I realized what he was wearing. Or should I say, what he wasn't wearing. He was completely naked. But all I could think of was big. No, huge. I covered my eyes and turned around. 

"It's okay," he said. "I don't mind." he had a thick British accent.

My cheeks went red as I turned around, my hands still over my eyes.

He started to laugh when I had turned fully towards him. "Have you never seen a penis before?" he started to laugh again. 

My cheeks went red again, but I put my hands down by my side. I tried really hard not to look down and instead I stared at his face. He had brown, curly hair, really nice eyes, a nice smile as well, and dimples that made me melt. I kept a straight face as he walked closer to me. 

"Sorry I bumped into you," he started.

"You knocked me to the ground. That isn't 'bumping' into someone," I said making it clear that I was angry.

"Fine. Sorry I slammed into you," he said laughing.

I looked at him skeptically. He looked familiar. Not in the way that I had met him before, but like he was someone that I had seen before.

He continued to stare at me. "Can I help you with something?" I said sarcastically.

"Uh yeah, actually. Do you have a towel? I'm a little cold," he said, smirking.

Narrowing my eyes at him I said,"Don't you have a towel in your room?"

"I mean yeah," he said. "but it's allllll the way down there," he pointed behind him,"and I don't feel like waking Paul up and getting yelled at." 

"You call your dad by his first name?" I asked.

"My dad? Wait what? No. Paul is my manager. I don't have a dad."

"Sorry," I looked down. "I don't have a mom. Well I do, but I don't really know her." I quickly changed the subject. "Why do you have a manager? Are you in a band or something?" I laughed.

"Uh yeah," he said. He raised his eyebrows,"Have you ever heard of One Direction?"

That's where I'd seen him. Plastered on the walls of my little sister's room. I didn't much care for their music. Frankly, it was kind of annoying. I had heard better music before. "Oh. Yeah. My sister is like obsessed with you guys," I laughed and he laughed as well.

"So, how about that towel?" he smirked again. 

I walked him back to my room and slid the key card down the slot. I walked in and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. When I walked back out he was looking around the room. The suite was big and spacious because I was claustrophobic. 

"Wow your dad must be loaded," he said continuing to look around.

I threw the towel to him,"I mean I guess. He's a cop back in America." 

We had been able to get by pretty well back home. I wouldn't say we were super rich, but we did pretty well for ourselves.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down. 

"So why were you running around the halls of a hotel naked?" I asked him, laughing.

He laughed as well,"I don't know. I felt like it I guess."

"Yes, because everyone runs around hotels naked whenever they feel like it," I said sarcastically.

He shrugged. God, I just wanted to jump on him and let him fuck me numb. I pushed the thought away immediately. I couldn't have a summer fling with someone famous. That just wouldn't happen. It couldn't. But I couldn't help but feel like it should. 

"I never introduced myself, by the way," he said, snapping me back to reality. "My name is Harry."

"Anna," I replied. "But being butt naked in front of someone isn't exactly the best time for introductions." 

We both laughed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 11:30. My stomach growled and he looked at me. "Hungry?" he said,

"Just a little. That's where I was headed before I was knocked over by you," I said accusingly.

He smiled. "Well, seeing that I was completely rude by knocking you over, why don't I take you out to dinner? I just need to change." Another laugh.

"Won't you wake up Paul, though?" I said.

"Eh, he won't mind," he smirked.

I realized then that he had made up an excuse to come to my room. My stomach fluttered for a moment processing this.

"Alright. Meet me in the hall in like five minutes," he said, getting up.

I nodded and he walked out the door. I decided to change into a long-sleeved shirt.

I met Harry in the hall and we walked down the stairs and to his car. I stepped into it. It was a range rover. He started it and we left. 

The radio was on but it was playing songs I had never heard before. He took me to a nice restaurant, not too fancy and we got a table at the back.

I looked at the menu, trying to find something that sounded good. Harry ordered a steak and I got some Fettuccine Alfredo. The waitress brought our drinks first and then came back with our food. She finally spoke up and asked him if he was Harry Styles. I looked away, she just ruined a perfectly good night and was going to be telling everyone who he was. Then they would all by piling over to get an autograph or a picture. He glanced at me and then asked her,"Who's that?" I couldn't hold back a laugh. I looked at him. He was keeping a completely straight face. The waitress said never mind and left. We then started to laugh really hard. Tears had gathered in my eyes before I stopped. We both finished ours meals and left.

It seemed to take a lot longer to get back to the hotel than before. He walked me to my room and it was really awkward when we were saying goodbye. He kept staring at me and I was either looking at the floor or down the hall. 

"So I guess this is goodbye," he said, sounding disappointed. 

"Uh yeah, I guess," I said, shifting my weight to my right side.

"Yep," he said.

"Mhm," I said back.

He grabbed my neck and pulled me toward him, pressing his lips against mine. He was kissing me really hard and passionately, both of our eyes closed tight. His hands cupped my face and my right hand was holding his neck. He separated my mouth with his tongue and played with mine. I slipped my key card out of my back pocket with my other hand and found the slot. I pressed the handle down and we entered the room. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He closed the door with his foot and I threw the card on the floor. He led me to the bed and put me down. We separated for a moment and he pulled his shirt off. He got on top of me and began kissing me again. My hands were on his chest and he started to pull my shirt off. I undid his pants and pulled them down. He did the same for me and then undid my bra casting it to the side. I rolled over so that I was on top of him. He was kissing my neck now. I moaned a little. I could feel his boner prodding at me  from under his briefs. I smiled and continued to kiss him. He finally pulled his briefs off and then pulled off my underwear. He bit my neck playfully and then rolled us over again and started to thrust. My nails dug into his back as I moaned louder. He kissed me to shut me up and then moaned as well. God, I was so wet. We kept moaning and when I came, we separated, breathing heavily. I fell asleep at 4:37 to his slow breathing. 

I woke up to my phone ringing. I got out of bed, threw on some shorts and a shirt and walked out into the hall. 

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey sweetheart. How are you doing?" it was my dad.

"Good. The hotel is really nice."

"Did you get anything to eat last night?" he asked me,

I couldn't help but smile. "Uh yeah. I went to a restaurant. It was good."

"Alright well it's almost 6 so I have to go, I love and miss you Anna."

"Love and miss you too, dad."

He hung up and I walked back into the room.

Harry was still sleeping, but I woke him up. "Hey. Harry. Wake up."

He groaned and opened an eye. "What's up?" he said.

"Well you gotta go," I said.

"Go where?" he asked confused.

"Back to your room," I picked his clothes up and tossed them to him.

He held them in his hands for a second and looked from me to his clothes. "Why do I have to leave?"

"Because it's almost 11," I said.


"Just change," I rolled my eyes.

He got up and went into the bathroom. I poured a bowl of cereal and sat down to watch T.V.

When he finally came back out, we said our goodbyes, hugged, and he left. 

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