The Journey Of Love *Harry Styles Love*

Axle Winters has never been willing to love someone. Never willing to trust someone with her heart. But when she runs into a boy with sharp green eyes and curly brown hair, she forgets it all, and falls into the dream of Love.

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3. Name Caller

 

“Mum, I’m home!” Styles calls out, walking in through the front door, the door surprisingly open just like that.

These folks are just begging to get robbed.

His “mum” walks in and I smile politely at her. Her smile brightens, when she sees me, and walks quickly over to me. Once she reaches me, she throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I’m caught off guard by this action, and stand there with my arms pinned to my sides.

“Mum, let her go, you’re gonna kill her!” Harry whines, grabbing the muffin from the bag.

His mum lets go, her hands still on my shoulders, and I give her a weak smile.

“It’s just nice to see my boy, has a girlfriend after all!” His mum shouts in joy.

I freeze, trying not to laugh.

“Mum, she’s not my girlfriend, just a friend,” Harry corrects his mum, tossing me the muffin. I nod, agreeing with him.

His mum turns to him, “Then, Harry, may I ask why she’s here?”

He grins, “I made another deal, requiring her to be at my side, everywhere and anywhere I go.”

She shakes her head, “Not this again.” She turns back to me. “Good luck, sweetie.”

My blood turns cold, “Why?”

She just smiles sadly, “He’ll always win.”

And then she walks out, leaving us behind. I chuckle, “Not this time.”

Harry just smiles at me, “We shall see about that, now come on, I want you to come up to your room.”

My eyebrows crinkle together, “What? Did you have this all planned out?

“No, it’s just my old cousin used it, but now he’s gone so it’s a guest room. Why, is it a problem? Do you prefer the garage rather than a room?” Harry gasps at me.

I whack him sort-of-softly on the shoulder, “No, you dumb butt; of course I want a room.”

“Ow,” He whines, rubbing his now bruised arm and walks up the stairs in this really nice house. Not like mansion house but a sweet house. “Now come along, as I show you a world where Science is no longer the answer.”

I snort, “Good luck with that, Science is in us, all around us. Styles, I am winning this bet, no doubt.”

He stops halfway up the stairs, his curls clinging to his head, “Can’t you give the guy a chance?”

I shake my head, grinning myself, “Not if I’m to win it all.”

“Poop face.”

“Long nose.”

“Butthead.”

“Weird ears.”

“Loser.”

“Poop face.” I end, and then push ahead of him, clamoring up the stairs, to my new room.

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