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.


4. The Fight

I woke up with a massive hangover. Harry was still sleeping and I decided not to wake him. I took my clothes off and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I pressed the handle down so the hot water turned on. I stepped in and closed the door. I stood there for a few minutes to get used to the heat. I heard the bathroom door open and close. 

"Harry get out," I yelled to him.

"Huh?" he called back.

"I said get out!" I opened the door slightly and was surprised to see Zayn standing in front of the mirror. 

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't know it was you in here," he said. "Thought you were Harry." He laughed a little.

"I thought you were Harry," I laughed with him.

He ran a hand through his hair. He was only wearing sweatpants. 

"So how was your night on the floor?" I smirked at him.

"Oh God, don't remind me. My back hurts like a bitch, still." He bent back a little, flinching.

"I can give you a massage if you want," I said.

"Right now?" he asked his eyes sparkling.

"No, you perv," I laughed and flung some water at him.

He stepped towards the door. "Alright well I'm gonna go. Find me when you get out, 'kay?"

"Alright," I said, disappointed that he had to go. 

I felt bad immediately. I had Harry, and I was not going to cheat on him. A part of me thought 'you're not dating. It wouldn't be cheating.' I clenched my jaw and closed the shower door.

I heard the door open and close again. I smiled. "Back already? I don't think it's time for that massage just yet!" I called to Zayn.

The shower opened and to my surprise, yet again, Harry stood in front of me. "HOLY SHIT. YOU SCARED ME, HARRY!"

He just smiled and stepped in. He grabbed my hips and pinned me against the wall. Water hit both of us but we didn't care. He kissed me. Hard. He took me off the wall and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him. The moment reminded me of our first night. He started to thrust into me. I moaned. He had one hand against the wall and one against my back. I grabbed his hair and he looked up at me. His eyes danced in the light. I leaned down to kiss him.

The sex didn't last long.

We got out and changed into sweatpants. He gave me a purple hoodie and we walked down stairs, hand in hand. 

Zayn and Liam were on one of the couches watching television. 

I spoke up,"So you want that massage or what?"

They both turned around. Zayn smiled and nodded. I let go of Harry's hand and walked over to Zayn. He flipped on to his back. I got on top of him. My knees were on either side of his torso. I placed my hands on his back and began moving them around. I could feel every muscle in his back. I moved my hand over each of them. I moved up to his neck, rubbing my thumbs against the base. I slowly moved up, inch-by-inch. Liam glanced nervously in our direction and then back to the telly. Harry sat next to us. It was clear that he was mad, but I didn't care. We weren't dating or anything. He stared at the screen. I continued to massage Zayn for a few minutes more. When I finished, he thanked me. He then offered to take me out to breakfast and I accepted. I went upstairs and changed into my jeans and kept the hoodie on. 

When I headed downstairs, Louis and Eleanor came out of his room. She was smiling and laughing at something he said. They were so cute together. 

"Goodmorning," I said, smiling.

"Hey, 'morning to you too!" Eleanor said to me.

She was so pretty that I felt self-conscious about myself.

I heard a crash come for downstairs. Then, yelling. I looked at Louis, my eyes wide.

All three of us ran down towards the noise.



A vase had been knocked over and glass littered the floor. 

Liam stood between the two, a hand on each of their chests. As soon as he saw us, his eyes begged for us to help. Zayn tried to throw a punch at Harry, but Liam pushed him back. Louis ran over and pulled Zayn back. Liam led Harry towards the backyard. I went with Liam to go see Harry. 

He looked up at me and shook his head.

I was annoyed."What the fuck was that?!" I demanded. "We were just going to go to breakfast. Why do you even care? We aren't da-"

He cut me off,"Because I just don't want you to. I know what's going to happen. Zayn isn't the guy you think he is. He'll hurt you." He stood up and walked over to me.

"Take me back to my hotel. Now." I crossed my arms across my chest. 

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I don't want to be here," I said angrily.

He looked down and then back up to me. He sighed and walked towards the door. "Come on, then."

I walked upstairs and changed back into my clothes. I left without saying a word to anyone.

The ride was awkward, but we did end up talking.

"I'm a really jealous person," he started.

I looked out the window.

"I can see that," I said.

"It's just, when I know I like someone, I don't want them to be with other people," he sighed.

I looked at him. His jaw was clenched and he kept watching the road. 

"It was just breakfast," I said quietly. "And he's just a friend."

He looked at me for a second. "I know. And I shouldn't have started that argument. I'm really sorry Anna."

I could tell he was sincere. "It's okay."

"So what are we going to do now?" he asked.

"I don't know," I looked ahead.

There was a silent moment.

"I want you to move in with me," he said.

I looked at him. Butterflies were inn my stomach. 

"Or at least stay there until the end of summer," he added.

I looked down. "I don't know Harry."

"Please?" he grabbed my hand and clasped it.

I looked at him for a long time. "Okay." I said finally.

He smiled and let go.

"But I have to tell my dad," I said quickly.

"Okay. When we get to the hotel, you can pack and then call him."

I nodded.


We got to the hotel without saying anything.

I went to my room and packed everything. It was almost lunchtime, so I decided to call my dad.

He answered after a few rings.


"Hey dad."

"Hey sweetheart. How's London? I haven't heard from you in a couple of days."

"It's great! Sorry I haven't called, but I'm having a lot of fun," I paused. "Hey dad, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure, sweetheart. Anything."

"Well I met this guy," Harry entered the room quietly.

My dad sighed but let me continue.

"And he offered to let me stay with him for the rest of the summer. Him and his friend Louis. And Louis' girlfriend."

My dad didn't say anything for a while. 

"Where does he live?" he asked finally.

"In northern London."

"So not far from where you're staying now?" he asked.

"No. It's only about half an hour away."

He sighed again. "I suppose. Just promise nothing bad will happen."

I laughed. "Promise, dad. Love you.

"I love you too, Anna."

He hung up and I put my phone in my pocket. I looked at Harry. He had an overnight back on his back.

He smiled and said,"I talked to Paul. He's going back home. So he checked me out of my room."

I looked at my bags. "Can you help with these?"

"Yeah sure," he said walking over and picking a few up. 

I picked the rest up and took a final look at the room. 

We checked out and packed everything into his car. I looked up at the hotel one last time and sighed. 

"Ready to go?" he called from the driver's side.

I looked at him and smiled. I got into the car and we drove away.

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