Our Years

*Winner of the Worlds Best 1D Fanfiction Writer* They say your soulmate will always find you. But what they didn't say is that they will find you, then they will go, mess with your heart, and repeat the whole process over and over again. But will the heartbreak and pain be too much for Emma to handle, as the mysterious Harry Styles dances his way into and out of her life?
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16. Fresh Years Part One- 3

The hotel was a dump. Literally, it was disgusting. The kind of place teenagers wound up in if they were going to spend more time in other people's beds than their own, and just needed somewhere to dump their suitcase and change. It made my eyes grow wide as the bus driver pulled up in front of it. I really should have checked out the hotel website myself, instead of letting Gemma solely handle the arrangements. The bus was full of Sarah-lookalikes, all dyed hair and fake tan and twinkly eyes. Them and your typical spotty, scrawny British boys. I didn't envy them all much, apart from the twinkle in the girls' eyes. But even that just made me think of Niall, and the way his blue eyes shone whenever I accidentally used a bit of Irish lingo.

I really did need to get a grip.

The only two people who had made the same mistake as me were two other girls: Neela and Flo. I just about managed to have a straight-forward conversation with them, but they were just so, so hyper. It had definitely been a while since I'd been like that. See, even in Ireland I was always the cool, calm, collected business girl, with a steady boyfriend and realistic dreams. Here I was, though, when I wouldn't normally do this kind of thing. Maybe I just needed to let go a bit more. It seemed to be working for Flo and Neela, who had big grins on their faces, even when we pulled up at the hotel. They only carried on giggling about what an idiotic mistake they'd made, as they'd only seen pictures of the hotel from years ago.

Nevertheless, I trooped inside, along with all the other 'holiday makers', and queued up to check in. It was a nice surprise to find out that I was in the room opposite to Neela and Flo's, so at least I'd have a bit of company. Which I'd probably need, if things went wrong with Harry. 
Whilst I was at the reception desk, I decided to hedge my bets and asked, "Do you know if a Harry Styles is staying here?"

The girl at reception giggled. "Oh yes. Harry is most definitely staying here." Realising her lapse in professionalism, she smoothed down her skirt and added on, "But his room number, if that is what you are after, is private information, and..."

"I don't need to know his room number," I interrupted. "Just, can you tell me how long he is staying for?"

She looked at me warily for a few moments, before tapping at her keyboard speedily. Then she leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "I'm only telling you this because you're obviously here because of him, but he's here until tomorrow, and his room number is 808." After handing me my own room keys, she called out, "Next please!"

My mind was reeling with the information. A day. I only had one freaking day to try and reason with Harry. So, I rushed to my hotel room, and only unpacked a bikini, tank top, shorts, and a pair of jelly flip flops. Once I'd got changed into those, I headed out of my room, where I bumped into Neela and Flo. They seemed to be ready for the pool, as they were holding rubber floats and bundles of towels. 

Neela nudged me gently. "How come you're here on your own then?" 

"You can't just ask her that!" Flo gasped, tugging her arm. "She's obviously here to have some...you know...fun on her own..."

My cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh god no!" Laughing nervously, I elaborated, "I'm on a romantic escapade." They both raised an eyebrow simultaneously, which made me laugh even more. "I basically broke the heart of the guy I love, so I'm here to try and get him back."

They exchanged knowing glances. "If you give us a description," started Flo, "then we could probably text you a heads up if we see him?"

I agreed, thanking them as I gave them my number. We then split up, Neela and Flo heading towards the swimming pool area and me heading towards room 808. Unsurprisingly the lifts were broken, so I had to trek all the way up six flights of stairs to get there (my room was on floor 2). I had to take a few minutes breather before I walked even further. 

When I did reach Harry's room, I gasped involuntarily. I could hear giggling. Male and female giggling. My heart ached. Of course he would've moved on quickly. He was Harry Styles, after all. His looks and charms made all the girls and boys come running to him. But I hadn't travelled all that way to take flirtatious giggling as rejection. I knocked on the door determinedly.  

I was slightly relieved to be greeted but not Harry, but a rugged-looking guy instead. He had tanned skin, groomed hair, and brown eyes. He looked familiar somehow. "Ah!" he said deeply. After clicking his fingers to jog his memory a bit, he pointed at me and said, "You're the girl Harry was with in high school!" I peered at him, confused. Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, he continued, "I went on a double date with your friend Jess, and Harry, and you were supposed to be there."

So that's where I knew him from. "Oh, hey!" I smiled at him, kind of happy to see a marginally recognisable face. "I don't think we've properly met?"

"I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik," he grinned, taking my hand and kissing it in a mock-gesture. I giggled. "And I know your name is Emma."

"That it is," I nodded. Trying to get to the point, I went straight ahead with, "So I know this is a bit creepy and out of the blue. But I'm trying to find Harry, because I kind of broke his heart, and I figure you must know where he is?"

Zayn whistled lowly. "You're the reason he rang me randomly, begging for me to come on a trip to Spain with him?" Laughing dryly, he softly said, "I have to say, you seem like a very good reason to be so distraught. Come inside, I'll get you a drink, whilst we wait for Harry to come back."

Although he offered me a drink that smelled suspiciously of alcohol, I declined, and instead opted for a can of Irn-Bru. I had to be on my toes, if I wanted to make a decent argument to Harry. At that moment, my phone and Zayn's phone buzzed in unison. My text was from Neela, telling me a guy of my description had passed them in the corridor on the way to the pool. I clutched the can, almost crushing it with my nerves.

"Well well well," said Zayn mischievously, taking the hand of the girl he had previously been 'occupied' with. "Harry's on his way, so we shall," he winked, "leave you to it." They exited the room swiftly. 
I didn't have any time to wait for my worry to settle down, as I heard voices outside the door almost immediately. I melted inside. Harry. I could hear his husky voice. It had been so long. I only became even more nervous.

Eventually, the door rattled open, and Harry came in. Because of the angle of the room, I could not see him straight away, and he could not see me. I held my breath. This was it. The big moment I'd been waiting for. I prayed inside my head that Harry was still in love with me.

I jumped. There was a loud crash, and a shard of glass skimmed my toes. I glanced up. Harry's green-flecked eyes stared at me. His jaw was slacked. He had completely stopped moving. "Harry," I whispered, "hey." I walked towards him, moving around the broken pieces of glass and sticky drink.

Harry's left hand cupped one side of my face. His thumb rubbed against my skin, making my breathing become even more erratic. He bit his lip. "Emma. Emma, it's you, isn't it?" The strong, charming voice that I'd known and loved was ragged. 

Moving my face closer to his, I quietly answered. "Yes, it's me." I placed my own hand on the nape of his neck. "I'm in love with you, Harry, and I'm sorry it took all this to happen to make me come after you, but I am really, really in love with you." I didn't know what else I could say or do. 

After looking at me for a little bit longer, Harry did not reply, but instead pressed his lips against mine fervently. We kissed each other desperately, at first with short, passionate kisses, over and over. Soon after, he grasped my hips firmly, and prised my lips open with his tongue, and then slowly massaged my own. Our bodies crushed against each other, so I could feel his heart thumping above mine. 
As I crept a hand underneath his t-shirt, Harry hoisted my legs up, so they wrapped around his waist. My hands then aligned themselves on either side of his jaw, and I leaned forward so my forehead was burning against his. Whilst I did this, he effortlessly carried me to his bed, where he placed me on top of the mattress. 

Just before anything too heavy happened, Harry broke away from the kiss, and instead kissed my neck. "Don't leave me again, please, I don't think I could stand it," he breathed, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. 

"I won't," I answered him, my lips brushing against his curls. "You're the only person I want to be with."

"And I to you," Harry replied shakily, before starting to kiss me once again...

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