My Crazy Europe Adventure( with Harry Styles)

After being hurt so many times, college student, Jamie Moyers learned to take control of her life and not let anyone get in her way. She has a plan, college, see the world, write best-selling books, enjoy her freedom, then maybe marriage. As she is traveling around Europe with her best friend, Desiree, she comes across fun-loving Harry Styles. Her behavior and personality sends Harry hurdling down the love tunnel, but Jamie is keeping him at arms lenght even though she too is falling in love with "Pretty Boy". Plus, it doesn't get any easier to hide it when he travels with them. As she starts to let him in, she is torn away from him by her past. She is forced to go into hiding as a crazy murder follows closely waiting for a moment to strike. Harry fights his way to find her as he juggles his fast moving career. Will they make it out in the end? Or will their relationship end ?

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8. Lets Tango.

Harry was sitting next to me, while Des was sitting in Harry's oringal seat. It was so awkward and quiet. I could practically feel the oddness weighing down on me. I flipped through some kind of magenize the plane had, I'm not even sure what it was about, but as long as it kept me looking busy, it was a-ok.

He made a noise in the back of his throat. I flipped another page. He shifted around in his seat. I flipped another page. He drummed his fingers on his leg. We can do this tango all day, Styles, I thought as I flipped the page again. This page had an article of a band that read The Pieces: Forever Connecting. The four guys in the picture had poofy long hair and were wearing leather and animal prints. Posed like most 80s rock bands were, standing together, with either crossed or uncrossed arms, and a smoldering look. The guy in the front had black eyeliner on and a look of power to him. He thinks he's so great, i thought.

"Thats a great band." I turned to Harry. He glanced up at me then smirked. "I love their songs. Treating Her Right is one of my favorites. Did you know, that the lead singer wrote that after his first daughter was born? Basically threatening every guy before she could even take her first steps. It was the song of the year in, what year was it?"

"1993." I answered him. I knew the song all to well.

"Yeah." He smiled not noticing, or ignoring my look or agetation. "Anyway, thats how I want to feel when my daughter comes. How he said and phrased the words, just showed how much he loved his daughter. Even-"

I couldn't take it anymore, hearing about how great and how much my father loved me was too aggrivating for me to bear. I needed to change the subject.

"Why are you here?" Des turned around, giving me a look, that clearly said to be nice. He was suprised at my burst, but nodded like he knew it was coming.

"Desiree explained things to me." My eyes narrowed. How much did she tell him? Obviously not about my father, or he wouldn't have been going on and on about that stupis song. Or would he be? Before I could open my mouth, Des turned around.

"Not everything!" She assured me. "Just enough to get him on this plane." With that she turned back around in her seat.

"She just told me that you're scared," He said simply, defending Des. "and I get that. I'm scared too. I've never felt this rush with anybody else, and I want to get to know you, because you obviously have power over me, that I just simply can't explain. I don't know much about you and i know you don't know much about me, but if you are willing to let me join you, it would make me very, very happy." I could tell that was an understatment. "I've always wanted to travel."

I sat there, a little stunned. If I let him come, I could risk falling for him, and him realizing i'm not worth his time, and i would be left crushed and broken. Or we'll end up hating each other, and It would ruin this wonderful trip. Anyhow, if I don't, no harm done, nothing will happen, and we can just go back to being strangers. However, I didn't want that, because for some strange reason, I felt the same way for him. Maybe not as intense, but who knowss, I've never really been romatic or lovey dovey. I knew Des was impatientlly waiting to hear my answer from her fingers tapping agaist the tray in front of her, and Harry was diffenatly waiting for an answer but he was still as stone.

"Get your sleep." I put the magenize away, then let my head fall back into the seat, cosing my eyes in the process. "We are going to see Barcelona's Magic Fountain when we land. Oh, and before I forget my sister would like an autograph from you. Sleep tight."

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