Ultimate [Harry Styles]

Seventeen year old Rachel goes to London with her Uncle on a business trip for a month. Mainly because she's always wanted to go to the beautiful city. Also for experience in the business world since she'll be graduating. But maybe also to meet a guy. She gets to stay in a massive hotel suite with her Uncle, what if she runs down to a small grocery store by the hotel to get some goodies for her Uncle and herself when she runs into someone.
Harry Styles is one of the five boys in the biggest boy band in the world. The boys haven't had a summer off in three years, due to touring. So management decided to give the boys three months off to relax. How is he going to enjoy that time off? Read this love story to find out! .xx


1. Chapter 1 - London

Hello guys! So I've written fanfics before, just not on movellas.  My friend Sydney has been helping me with the writing  a bit and she's also in the story.  My instagram is @harrystahhp and my personal is @Rachel_klein5 Sorry this first few chapters will be kind of short, I'm just trying to get to the good part.  I'm so sorry for typo's, I'll try to catch them.  This is my first fanfic on here so please be gentle with me and if you have any tips please comment!  Okay ill start now:) x

 I can't believe this is happening.  I look to my right to see my favourite Uncle, Gary.  He's sitting right next to be on the plane.

 "Flight number 206 to London will be ready for take-off in ten minutes.  Please find your seats," the loud speaker goes off as I freaked out in my mind!  My first time out of the U.S.  

You see, I'm just a 17 year old girl from a small town by L.A.  I've never flown on a plane in my life.

 "Do you want your iPod, Rach?" Gary asks while rummaging through the bag we brought.

 "Sure, thanks," I reply as he gives it to me.  I sit it on my lap as I unravel my headphones.  My dark brown eyes glance over to a tall, muscular man in a white t-shirt and jeans.  He sits down in the seat in front of us, but not before his blue eyes meet mine then travel down my thin body.  His eyes travel up to my eyes again and he smirks.  I love British guys. 

Once up in the sky, I decide I have to go to the restroom.  I tell my Uncle that I have to pee and get up to go.  I walk down the aisle to the small compartment and slip inside.  

I look at myself in the mirror.  I mean I have a nice body, I'm just super clumsy.  My height might have some input into that.  I'm 5 feet 8 inches tall, and I have a slim, athletic figure.  My dark brown eyes peer back at me through the mirror.  I have light brown that falls in waves down my shoulders to my bellybutton.  The Queen t-shirt  that I stole from my best friend Sydney rested loosely on my torso.  I also had on ripped skinny jeans and my white converse.  I adore the gap between my thighs.  My body is in pretty good shape, since I play volleyball almost year-round with my two best friends, Sydney and Katelin.

I finally pee, wash my hands, mess with my contacts a bit, fix my outfit and walk out.  I have such terrible vision.  Without my nerdy black glasses or my contacts I'm blind.  

I walk back down the aisle to my window seat next to my Uncle and see that he's fallen asleep.  I Climb over him, making sure not to bump him.

 I might as well sleep too since I have about 6 more hours of flight left.  I lean my seat back and fall into a blissful sleep with possibilities of London falling through my mind.

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