Like Crazy

Everyone thinks Julia Parker is perfect, but she is nothing close.
She is soon to be facing an arranged Marriage to her dad's close friends son, Harry Styles, though Julia wants nothing to do with him.
But, through Harry she meets Niall who she falls head over heals in love with.
They begin doing things behind Harry's back, and when he finds out, they devise a plan.
But with the wedding coming up, Julia is worried there won't be a way out.
But she can't marry Harry.
Because of Niall.
She needs him, she wants him, she loves him, like crazy.


33. "Paedophile!"

I shut the door, walking with Harry to the living room.
"I'm going to London for a week. There's something my father needs me to do and I was thinking maybe you would want to come?" He asked.
That's where Niall is.
I couldn't pass up an opportunity to explain this mess to him. But it was London, a different country, and for a whole week? I guess I had been quiet for too long because Harry spoke up again.
"I mean you don't have to. I just thought you might like to get out.. I'm sure your mom wouldn't care if you did so-"
"I'll go," I said. "I'll go with you."
"Okay," he smiled "We leave tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I choked.
He nodded. "6 am so be ready,"
He put his beanie back over his messy curls before smiling and walking to the door.
"Harry" I said, just before he stepped out to leave.
He looked back at me, eyebrows raised.
"Thanks." I told him.
He winked before stepping outside and shutting the door behind him.
"Okay... That's everything" I muttered, tossing my last bag in Harry's car. I was actually happy to just be able to get away from this city for a while.
"Alright then," Harry said, getting in the car, me following. We began driving in silence, my head against the window, people watching as we maneuvered through the New York streets.
"How's Kenzie?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"Okay then." I said, in response to his inconclusive answer. "We broke up a couple of days ago." He said.
My heart sunk a bit.
"Oh Harry I'm so sorry! Why?" I asked.
He took a deep breath.
"Because I love her. And I'm going to have to get married.. How could I do that to her?" He slammed his fist into the steering wheel.
"Did you tell her you're getting married?" I asked. The word felt like poison on my tongue.
"No. I don't have a death wish... and if I told her that I'm sure she would hate me more. We don't have to talk about this, what about you and Niall?" He asked.
"Well, welcome to the broken hearts club because I dropped the marriage bomb on him," I sighed.
"Damn, Parker" he muttered.
"Anyway," I said, moving my head from the window, "He got accepted to some huge university in London so he's gone." Well just for an open house. Possibly forever.
"Ah," Harry said, "That's why you wanted to come. For a second I thought you were warming up to me,"
I laughed, "Were friends Harry. But what if this is my one chance to talk to Niall? To fix this.. Mess."
He nodded in understanding.
"We should stop talking about this." He suggested.
-- "I think I have jet lag." I complained, as Harry and I walked into the hotel we would be staying in.
He laughed. "Can you even get that from flying from New York?"
I shrugged.
All I knew is that I was tired. I yawned as we walked into the elevator, but we weren't alone. A young man stood next to us, clearly checking me out. Ew. His floor came first and he winked at me before leaving.
"Paedophile," I muttered, causing Harry's low chuckle behind me.
We reached our floor and I heaved up my bags again.
"I tried to get two rooms, but we booked really late and this was all I could get."
"Whatever, I don't care. I just want to sleep." I sighed.
I could tell Harry was surprised, I surprised myself a little bit there, but I haven't been sleeping well lately and that plane ride was something next to torture.
Harry unlocked the door, and I bounded inside, throwing my bags on the floor and falling on the bed.

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