~Harry Styles Love Story.

One large tablespoon of Love, few sprinkles of Trust and a glass of Honesty. But there's one thing missing. Him.
Short story, completed. Enjoy!


1. You had me at hello.

"Ready?" Eleanor's head rose from her suitcase, a large smile plastered across her face. My head spun from my packing, as I adjusted the cover of the case, zipping it up briskly.

"It is on like donkey kong." I laughed, grasping onto the handle, wheeling it towards the door. Grinning at me, she done the same, and hugged me one last time before the journey.

"I can't wait to see Louis!" Her cheeks were pink with excitement, her clothes perfectly suited. She flung herself at the door, the car keys handing from her mouth.

"Got everything?" I double check, my fingers pressing down onto the light switch.

"All packed and ready to go-go." She squealed, now driving her bags down the path towards the road. Talking one last fling of the fresh Scottish air, I sigh, peeling my fringe out of my eyes.

"I can't believe I agreed to come with you, you're so horrible to me." Elbowing her playfully, she flings the keys into the ignition.

"I know you're looking forward to a hot romance." El winked, her feet pressing against the gas pedal.

"I am not. I'm perfectly fine single, because if this is how I'll end up acting whilst dating someone, I'm better off alone." I chuckle, gesturing towards her.

"I'm perfectly normal!" She argues back, her fingers scanning down the volume cap.

"Well than my definition of normal varies to yours." We both laugh simultaneously, wiggling along to the music.



I admit. I was fizzing with excitement. We were now driving down the streets of London, completely uttered.

"I can't believe it. It's been a year now.. Me and Louis!" El whimpered, as she pulled down the sidewalk. Looking at her I smiled, noticing a tear settle on her cheek.

"You really love him, don't you?" I hug her as she pulls the brakes, and I could feel her breath against my shoulder.

"He's my dream come true, Mai." She huffs, pulling away from my grip slowly.

"Should we go see him then?" I saw enthusiastically, adjusting my curls. Eleanor's hair was as perfect as usual, resting on her slim shoulders, glossy and soft. She was mumbling something under her breath, as we paced on towards the entrance door of the house. Smoothing down my top quickly, I pressed against the bell, backing away quickly, letting El stand in front. Play it cool I tell myself, my eyes glued to the door. Widening slowly, a head popped out, untidy hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Lou. Eleanor squealed, throwing herself at him, her hands squeezing his neck as he spun her around joyfully. They screamed, sang, said their "I missed you"s, but my eyes were focused on someone else. His curls bounced every time he breathed, his emerald green eyes glimmered to the light. His mouth widened, but nothing came out, only his tongue inspected across his bottom lip. He took a step towards me, but backing away quickly, I plastered a meek smile onto my face, trying to look another direction as an excuse. I heard Eleanor's squeaky tone in the distance, but I couldn't think. Not now. I was overwhelmed by his coldly mysterious stare, and as I turned back, I saw him grinning in the hallway.

"I'm Harry." He started, his hand out ready to shake mine.

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