Unforgettable *A Harry Styles One Direction Love Story*

Chastity works at a popular radio station in London. Harry is one of the most famous teenage boys in the world. When Chastity first meets Harry she doesn't think much of it, and that makes him determined to win her heart. It doesn't seem like fate will have it any other way. Chastity soon realizes that there's more to Harry than fame and fortune.Love. Drama. One Direction.

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10. Instant Juliet

 Chastity's POV

        Thump! Thump! Th-thump!

      I was yanked out of sleep by something banging on my window. The thing was, I lived on the fourth floor, and there wasn't a fire escape. I sat up and scratched my head groggily, unsure what to make of the current situation. I lugged myself out of bed and took heavy steps toward the window. 

        It was Harry. He was throwing pebbles at my window like we were in a romance novel. It was only five thirty, so what was he doing here. I opened my window to talk to him, narrowly missing a small rock that sailed by my head and landed on the floor behind me.

       He looked up at me, smiling. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."

       I laughed a bit, but then set my face back to a look of seriousness. "Harry, what er you doing here? It's only five thirty."

       "Could you unlock the door? I've been knocking for awhile but I guess you were asleep and I was afraid to disrupt the neighbors."

       I looked at him for a bit, squinting, before rolling my eyes and shutting the window. Before I could reach the front door, I heard frantic steps up to my floor and then someone stopping in front of the door. I drew the lock back and waited. After a few seconds the door opened and I was faced again with those curls.

       "Hello, love," he said, leaning in kissing me on the forehead before sliding passed and into the apartment. 

       I furrowed my brows and swung the door shut. "Why are you-"

       "I was thinking eggs and bacon? Maybe some toast?" There where a few loud bangs as pans tumbled out of the cabinets; by the work of Harry.  

       I stomped over to the kitchen and yanked the pots and pans out of his hands. "Just tell me what you are doing." I was a bit calmer than I let on.

       For a brief moment, he looked hurt, but I was relieved when the lively smile returned to his face. "I just thought I would treat you to a nice breakfast."

        "It's so early," I replied slowly.

       "Don't you have to get to the station anyway?"

       "Yes. Not until 7:30, though."

        He pursed his lips. "Well, now we have some time to hang out."

       I smiled. He was so cute. 

       For the next several minutes, I watched as Harry struggled with the making of the food. every once and awhile, he would look up at me, smile, wink, then get bck to work. I blushed every time he did it. This crazy boy had showed up to my house to make me breakfast at 5:30 in the morning when we had barely known each other. I wasn't sure whether to be extrememly flattered or slightly creeped out. 

        

       

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