Forever And Always

Jenna is your average girl. But her life gets turned upside-down when she has to move to London her senior year. But it isn't all that bad when her neighbor is Harry Styles. Read to find out what happens with Jenna in her new world and a neighbor who back home she had a poster of on her wall.

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3. Meeting Harry Styles

I quickly squatted down behind the bushes. I looked through some branches to see if he was still looking at me. When he finally turned around after what seemed like forever, I crawled around the house and to my front door, where I ran inside, nearly knocking my mother over.

            “Sorry, mom!” I called back as I ran through the house my room. All that is in there right now is my mattress and a few boxes of my stuff.

            I start unpacking. But I can’t get Harry out of my brain! I saw him in his boxers! I’ve never met him or seen him in real life and the first time I get to it is in his boxers! I’m really not sure whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. I’m thinking it’s a good thing though.

            But I need a way to get to Harry. To talk to him directly. But I’m sure he isn’t home very often, it’s busy when you’re famous.

            But then I realized the perfect thing to do when you move somewhere, greet your neighbors with a treat! I ran to the kitchen where there are more boxes. I searched around until I found the one labeled “ingredients”. I opened it to find flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking powder, etc. I started pulling everything out I would need for cookies.

            “What in the world are you doing?!” my mom exclaimed.

            “Cooking.” I said without looking at her. I’m refusing to have much interaction with her because I’m still furious for bringing me here. Which may turn out to be not all that bad.

            My mom sighed and walked away just with saying “Don’t make a mess.”

            I smile and begin my baking.

 

            *45 minutes later*

            The cookies look, smell, and taste amazing. I put them on a plate that I found after looking through 10 boxes. It has some chips and scratches on it, but it will have to do.

            I leave the cookies on a table that is built into the wall next to the front door and look to see if there is a car in Harry’s driveway. There is. I grab the plate and I walk, unable to hold back the huge ear-to-ear grin on my face. It is starting to get dark outside. Not sure what time it is. And I’m dead tired. But I need to get these cookies to Harry while they are still warm. They are always better warm.

            So I’m not rude, I walk on the sidewalk. Harry’s lawn looks much more well kept, and his house is so much bigger and nicer than mine. Here and back in Florida. Perks of being famous.

            I walk up the pathway and ring the doorbell on the right. I look at his door. It looks very fancy; it’s got glass shaped in a way to look like a rose. I wait for about 20 seconds before Harry answers.

            Harry Styles. Standing in front of me. Dead.

            I studder before I start talking “I-I-I made you some cookies, as a way of saying I’m glad to be here and be your neighbor.” I said. I rehearsed it about 10 times before I came here.

            Harry smiles. His smile is even better in person. I’m trying my hardest not to scream at this point.

            “Thanks.” He says. I let out all of my breath that I was holding in.

            “Why don’t you come inside? I would like to get to know my new neighbor.” Harry says with a smile and he moves off the side, holding the door open for me so I have a clear path to go in by.

            His house is even bigger inside. To the left is a living room, to the right is a dining room. And when you go straight you have the option to go up some stairs or go down a hallway which I’m not sure where it leads to. It is very nice, the floors are hardwood and smooth.

            “Go ahead and sit down on the couch or one of the chairs.” Harry says. I walk into the living room and sit down on the navy blue leather couch. There is a glass coffee table infront of the couch with magazines, dirty bowls and glasses and pretend flowers in a plastic vase in the middle. On the 2 sides of the table there are wooden chairs with a pillowy seat. Quite odd to have in a living room I think, but maybe that is how they do it in London.

            Harry sits down on the couch next to me. He is a reasonable length away from me, not too close, not too far. I lean in a bit to let him know he can sit closer but I don’t think he was getting it.

            “So, why did you move to London?” he starts off.

            I tell him the whole story, but leaving Ben out of it. I tell him that I graduated early and I am taking a while off so I can go to college in America. I told him the little things about my family and my friends back home. He listened all the way through it.

            Once I stopped talking he just looked at me. He had his hands in his lap and the corner of his mouth was smiling. I looked back at him for a moment but it felt weird so I examined the pictures on the wall. They were photoshoots of One Direction. The past, present and future. Its like a timeline.

            “I like your pictures.” I say to him.

            “Are you a fan?” he asks.

            “Very.” I reply. I’ve been dying to get that out.

            “Wow! I can’t believe you have held yourself together like this!” he exclaims.

            “I didn’t want to scare you off. And I really do want to be friends with you. Not just awkward neighbors.”

            Harry raises his eyebrows like he is surprised. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a fan that actually has tried to have conversation with me. Or didn’t scream their hearts out.”

            “Well then I’m not considered a fan?” I ask playfully.

            “You are my calmest fan, that’s for sure.” Harry says back. He scoots just a little closer to me. My heart starts to pound. I wonder if he could hear it.

            “How old are you, Jenna?” he asks calmly and smoothly in his deep sexy british accent.

            “18. Turning 19 in 4 months.” I say. I can feel my stomach twisting.

            Harry smiles and leans back. He looks around the room for a moment then sits back up and stands. “How rude I have been! Jenna, would you like something to drink?” he holds out his left hand to me. I grab it and he helps be off the couch.

            His kitchen is so pretty! Stainless steel everywhere, perfectly polishes tile and wooden cupboards. He opens the fridge and starts naming off things I could have to drink.

            “I think I will just have water.” I say. I lean back on the counter left of the sink.

            “No, no you don’t have to have water. You drink, eat, smell, taste, lick, touch anything in this house! You don’t need to have water.” Harry replies. He smiles and laughs at his own joke.

            “No… Water is fine.” I nod.

            Harry starts pulling cans and bottles of things out of the fridge.

            “Harry! I just want water! Whatever ill get it myself!” I exclaim and I start searching the cupboards. Luckily the second one I look in had what I wanted: cups. I grab one and walk over to the faucet but Harry is holding the handle down.

            “Harold!” I yell playfully, laughing while trying to undo his strong grip.

            “Oh damn, she used my full name. She means business.” He joked.

            “I just want water!” I’m almost on the floor laughing at this point.

            “Okay, I’ll let go if you say one thing: I’m a very very thirsty girl.” He’s blackmailing me!

            “Oh my gosh, no way.”

            “Well than I guess you are doing to have to drink your tears!”

            “Harry!”

            “Say it!”

            I groan and start speaking “I’m a very very thirsty girl.” I almost fall over laughing, along with Harry.

            He releases his grip and lets me pour the tap water into the cup. I’m about to take my first sip when he stops me. He grabs the glass out of my hand and sets it on the counter behind him. Then he turns to me, looks at me for a second and kisses me.

 It catches me by surprise but I kiss him back. He puts his hand on my cheek and I put both my hands on his shoulders. He releases and says “You can drink your water, you thirsty little girl.” I laugh and chug it down.

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