The Streets Of London ~ A Harry Styles Love Story

Sofia have rented an apartment in London with her bestie, Emilie. They both have to work on each of their career. After packing out they are really tired and want some energy. By coincidence they ended in Starbucks, and that is were they meet Niall and Harry. What happens next? Only time will tell.

(This story is dedicated for my lovely friend Sofia and are based on our hopes and dreams ♥)


20. London Airport

“I’ve never been in this part of the airport before.” I said to Harry while we walking in the airport headed.. I don’t know what we were headed. I was carried a big black suitcase full of my favorite summer outfits. I was wearing a white summer dress and some brown sandals and on my shoulder hang a brown leather bag. “Just follow me honey.” Harry said and held my hand. As we walked down some hall I got to thinking. It felt just perfect to hold Harry’s hand. It was like the space between my fingers was where his fitted perfectly. Like a puzzle had been solved.

“I have planned a little surprise for you.” he said smiling. “What?” I asked curious and looked at him.

Well, if I told you there won’t be no surprise.” he teased. He let go of my hand and moved it around my waist while he gave me a little squeeze. We were now at a information disk. Harry talked to the lady behind the desk, while I stepped a few steps back. “I’m Harry Styles.” I could hear Harry whispered quietly. “I called yesterday.” He was very careful, that no one except the lady heard him. I could feel someone poked me, and as I turned around some young Latino guy probably around 20 looked at me. “Hey.” he said with a deep raspy voice. “Do you know where the restroom is?”. I peeped around in the airport and then I saw a sign saying “Men’s Room.” “Over there” I said and pointed in the sign’s direction.

“Thanks.” he said with a sparkle in his eyes and then walked away. Wow that guy must have been a little bit stupid. I could easily see the sigh from here.

“Thanks” Harry said smiling to the lady and turned round to face me. “What was that?” Harry asked a bit grumpy. “What was what?” I asked a bit confused. What was this reproach all about? “You were talking to a guy and you were clearly flirting.” he still sounded sour.

“Harry..” I was also a bit sour now. “He just asked where the restroom was.” I tried to sound calm. I didn’t wanted a minor discussion to disclose us. “Restroom?” His eyebrows were raised. “Honey, he was looking at you like you were a piece of meat.” his pitch had gone up.

“Harry lower your voice.” I said firm and we walked away from the desk and down some other hall, because some people had begun to stare.

“I’m sorry Sof. I just don’t like men looking at you that way. You are my girl and mine only.” he looked at me in a apologizing way.

“Harry. I only have eyes for you.” As I said that his smile went bigger and those lovely dimples were spotted. He embraced me tightly and whispered “I love you.” in my ear. Afterwards he kissed me on my forehead and then moved his lips down to my lips. Kissing him felt nice and soft.


“Now..” he said after a little bit.  “I will take the lady to her beloved aircraft.” he said in the best gentleman way he could and bowed for me while he reached his hand out to take my hand. “Get ready for a trip you will never forget.”

I placed my hand in his.  “What about my suitcase?” I asked snobbish for fun and of course Harry just played along. “Oh I am so sorry miss. What a foolish mistake of me.” He said in a really apologizing way like some sort of slave. “There will be plenty of room for your wonderful suitcase in the airplane.” He tried to keep a straight face, but it was had for him and he giggled a little bit. He took my suitcase and led the way out to the airplane.


“Harry?” I asked as we were on the way on board on the airplane with no sign of other people. “Where is everybody else?” I had never tried this before. Usually people were boarding at the same time. Our luggage was gone, delivered to a man at another desk.

“Didn’t I tell you?” he said with a wink. “I have a private jet.”

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