Larissa Jones has dreams of a boy, a boy she's never met. Every night would be a new fantasy in this perfect relationship. Dates to restaurants; watching the sunset or drives into the middle of nowhere. It was perfect and he was perfect too. Dark brown ringlets framed his face and bottomless green eyes that she could stare into forever.

But when Larissa goes to see a fortune teller for fun with her friend and the fortune teller magically recites everything in her dreams-that she’s going to meet a boy in a couple of years, with brown curls and green eyes and will go on wonderful and romantic dates with, she starts to unravel that maybe these aren’t just dreams, but visions into the future, her whole world changes.

How will she meet this boy? She finally stops delving into her dreamland of books long enough to make the connection that this boy isn’t just some recurring perfection, he’s Harry Styles and with millions of fans worldwide (after doing some research), how will she meet


16. Sounds Like A Plan.

So far I was having a blast, and I was incredibly drunk, which made it even better. When we walked into the club the pounding music coming from the speakers overpowered everything and it took my ears a while to adjust. Louis the marched him and me over to the bar and pointed to a booth which the other boys were to occupy for us. I wasn’t too educated on this sort of stuff so I let him order for me whilst he got a beer for everyone. He ordered, as he was the only one eligible to drink.

‘Jesus Christ Louis what is in this drink?’ I exclaimed, my first taste had sent me choking from the strength and Harry leant over a patted my back for me, I sent him a smile as a thank you.

‘Um, I asked the bartender for something sweet?’ he looked innocent-too innocent.

‘And what alcohol is present?’


‘How much?’ I grinned knowing I’ve got him cornered.

‘Three shots.’

‘Bloody hell!’

‘I just wanted to get you loosened up a bit!’

I grumbled but continued to sip the drink whilst everyone made conversation, bantering between them and I joined in every now and then. We had a few more drinks each and Niall and me did a shot contest, me winning of course.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

‘Would you like to dance with me?’ Harry asked, smiling.

‘Sure!’ I hopped up out of my seat and placed my drink back on the table.

‘We’re just going to dance,’ Harry informed them and we walked off as they nodded in understanding.

Harry grabbed my hand halfway through and I felt my heart speed up and he spun me round whilst moving and I giggled. We mingled in on the dance floor with everyone else and Harry grabbed my hips from behind, pulling me to him and I let my instincts take over. I’m not going to lie, I have done this before but with Harry I felt different. As I sway my hips he moves with me, grinding his body in sync with me. The song was slower and we both timed ourselves with it. I felt on fire, heat racing up and down my body where he lets his hands wander. I don’t know what had changed between us but I liked it, especially when he dipped his head into the crook of my neck. He sucked on the skin there, turning it a deep red colour, the blood rushing to the surface.

My breath was coming out in pants and I knew I couldn’t leave here unaccomplished. My brain was screaming at me to just stop, its too far and not at the right time but I didn’t care, as I turned round in his grip. I leant in and electric shock met my lips as he met them. I wound my fingers into his hair, pulling slightly as he locked his hands round my waist. He nibbled my lip and I opened my mouth, letting his tongue battle with mine. I was incredibly hot and flustered but in a good way, I’ve never felt so alive! Nobody around here cared as they were too tied up in their partners and we blended in well, binding together perfectly.

We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily and he smiled at me.

‘You’re quite the kisser,’ he complimented me, his hands still wandered my waist, trailing down my hips and back up again.

‘I could say the same about you,’ I leant in and gave him a kiss but he bit my lip, pulling me back as I gasped in shock.

‘God Larry, we need to stop,’ he groaned after a minute.

‘Why?’ I asked, frowning internally.

He looked down and I followed his lead.

‘Ah, Harry Junior’s popping up to say hello,’ I quipped.

Harry burst out laughed and I did too. Well done Laz, way to ruin the moment.

‘Do you want to go back to the hotel?’ I asked, taking his situation into consideration.

He raised his eyebrows at me and smirked.

‘Oh crap, that came out wrong I promise!’ I exclaimed, blushing slightly.

‘What I meant was,’ starting again, ‘we could go back to the hotel, get you a cold shower, me pick out a movie and order room service alcohol out of Louis’ name.’

He considered it for a moment before nodding, a grin pulling at his lips.

‘Sounds like a plan.’

He walked us back over to the booth where only Louis and Zayn were seated.

‘Where are Niall and Liam?’ Harry asked.

‘Girl hunting,’ Louis answered, chuckling.

‘Well, we’re heading back to the hotel,’ Harry told them and Louis winked.

‘Get in there, son.’

‘Not like that Lou, we’re going to watch a movie.’

‘Movie, of course, because that’s what all people do when they were just spotted humping each other in a club,’ he retorted, sarcastically.

My cheeks burned scarlet and even Harry cleared his throat.

‘We’re going now, see you tomorrow.’

As we were walking away I couldn’t place the look in Zayn’s eyes, concentrating on Harry and mine’s hands interlocked. He was transfixed until he realised I was staring and looked away, joining back into a conversation with Louis who was chattering about God knows what in his drunken state.

I shook of the thought as we walked into the brisk New York air. Harry pointed out a taxi that was idling by the side of the road, waiting for drunken people that needed lifts. We got in and Harry told the driver our hotel name.

‘Good job you remembered, I didn’t even take any notice of it at all,’ I laughed.

Harry subtly ignored my comment as he pressed his lips to the skin on my neck, gently tilting my head back.

‘I like you Larry.’

‘I-I l-like you t-too H-arry.’ I stuttered out, completely bewildered.

He smiled at my comment.

‘Good, I’m glad, now lets go have a nice night!’

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