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


29. Chapter 29

Songs for this chapter(:

Little Me - Little Mix

Holding Out For A Hero - Ella Mae Bowen

Let's Hear It For The Boy - Jana Kramer


Rachel's POV

After my pizza and bread sticks are delivered to the room, Harry and I find a movie on Netflix.  I force us to watch Safe Haven, which Harry really gets into.

"Why the fuck wouldn't she report that her husband hurt her and get him locked up?  No, instead she's a stupid fuck, and runs off hoping he won't find her.  God some people are just dumb," He criticizes, shaking his head at the screen. 

"What kind of movie would that be then?  This is all about the nerves of her husband finding her, and Katie falling in love with Alex," I tell him.

"Whatever, at least our love isn't that complicated," He says, pulling a stray hair that's fallen in front of my face behind my hair.

"I has it's own complications," I say quietly.

"Yeah, but we'll be fine." He says, taking his big hand and pulling my chin so our eyes meet.

"We'll see."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, worry flooding his eyes.

"I don't know, and I don't want to argue right now, so can we please talk about something else." 

"Fine." He says.  He then crosses him arms, looking away from me and back to the television.

Great, now he's shutting me out.  I grab the remote and turn the television off, making Harry cuss me out because he was watching it.  But I quickly stopped his words with my lips on his.  He immediately kisses me back, one of his hands finding my waist, the other my cheek.  He pulls me onto his lap, our lips still moving together in sync.  

I pull away, "I want to show you something," I say.

"Show me what?" He asks cheekily, winking at me.

"It's a surprise, go get dressed," I say as I climb off his lap.

He grumbles about his hangover, but eventually gets up and puts on some clothes.

"Put on some tennis shoes," I tell him.

"What?" He asks, confused that I'd ask him to wear something other than his boots, unless he was going for a jog.

"Just put them on, don't ask questions."

He flips me off, then pulls on his ridiculous neon yellow tennis shoes.  

"What made you buy those?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, looking at the shoes he's tying.

"I'm mean, you dress all hipster, and dark and cool.  What I'm asking is why the fuck would you buy those ridiculously bright tennis shoes?  You're a popstar, you don't want shoes when there can see you from Mars." I explain.

"Ha-ha," I sarcastically laughs, "I bought them because I want all of my fans to meet me, because I want to meet them, and these aren't easy to miss," He laughs a bit at the end, looking up at me.

"You bought them to attract fans?" I ask in astonishment.  Usually popstars would want to disappear, blend in with the crowd.  Not Harry though, him and the rest of One Direction love their fans unconditionally.

"Yeah, why else would I?" He asks.

"To look like a soccer Mom, I don't know," I tease, laughing.

"Oh whatever."


"Are you seriously not going to tell me?" Harry asks for the third time as I drive to the spot I want to show him.

"Harry I swear to god if you ask me again I'm going to slap you.  It's just a little farther."

"Fine!" He huffs, crossing his arms.

When I pull into a park, Harry looks confused.  

"Why are we here?" He asks.

"I'm showing you something, now come with me." I say, pulling him out of the car and towards the woods.  

"Are you taking me out here to kill me or..?" He teases, following me into the tree's until I find the big map.  

I take trail three, the only trail I've been on.  Well, it was the first trail I went on, and the only one I want to go on.  The woods are so beautiful this time of the year, and trail three is where I go to relax.  But not just trail three, a certain spot.

After about ten minutes of walking through the woods I stop, Harry almost running into me at my sudden halt.

"This is it," is all I say.

"This is what?" He asks, looking at the tiny man-made bridge.  But above it is a massive tree, that's fallen so it lies over and diagonal across the bridge.  But it's high up, enough so people can walk under the tree and on the small bridge with ease. But my favorite part is climbing up on the tree.  This is what I do when I need alone time, I sit up there.  One of the first things I did when I came back to America was come here.  

"This is my place, my relaxing place," I tell him.

"He's silent for a bit, taking in the scenery, before quietly saying, "It's beautiful."

"I know, come here," I say pulling him by his arm.

I climb up off of the marked dirt path, climbing up where the end of the huge fallen tree lies.  Once I make it to the tree I climb up onto the trunk.  It has to be at least a foot and a half thick.  I easily walk down it, towards the middle and sit down, Harry watching me.

"Come on," I say, motioning him to come sit next to me.  It's exhilirating, I'm nearly twenty feet in the air, from the bottom of the creek, where the man-made bridge runs over.  The entire surrounding area is just trees, the sunlight running through the leaves.  I smile as Harry slowly makes his way towards me.  I can't blame him, that's how I was the first time I walked across the huge tree on its side.  But by now, I can easily waltz across the tree.  The height doesn't bother me anymore, and if I fall, I fall.

"This is amazing," Harry breaks the silence.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I may have to come here when the fame gets too rough," He says.

"Who's says I was going to share?" I tease, he throws an arm over my shoulders.

"I did," He says into my ear.

"Whatever," I shake my head playfully at him.

I stand up on the large tree trunk, and walk away from Harry.  He whistles loudly and it startles me, almost losing my balance I turn around to Harry staring at my butt.  I scoff at him and he just keeps laughing, it's a lovely sound really.  I flip him off and continue walking towards the end of the trunk, to another tree.

"Do you always have to be a pervert?" 


"Wanna go shopping?" I ask, turning back around to him.

"What?" He asks, caught off guard.

"I know it's kind of random, but I just remembered Victoria's Secret having a sale.." I trail off, smiling at him.

"You want me, Harry Styles, to walk into a Victoria's Secret.  Where many teenage girls, who will most likely be fans, will be shopping.  Sounds like a mob to me."

"Will you fuck off and just come with me?  Since when have you been scared of publicity," I say, punching him in the arm and pulling him along with me and off the tree.  

"Fine," He whines.


"Look at these," Harry smirks holding up a lacy black thong.

"I like this more," I say holding up a pair of hot pink cheeksters that say 'Wild".

"I like that too," He winks and I toss them at him.  He catches them easily and adds them to the other panties in his hands we have collected to buy.

"Is that seven?" I ask.  He counts through them and nods.

"Cool let's go check out," I say, reaching for his hand.

"Don't you want anything else?"

"No, I came here for the underwear sale."

"Do you want anything else?"

"I don't have that much money on me right now," I explain to him.  I know he's dying to buy me something.

"You already know I'm going to buy these," He lifts up the hand holding all the panties.

"No you're not.  You never let me pay for myself." 

"Okay, you can pay for the panties, and I'll buy you other stuff."

"Harry I don't need anything else," I tell him.

"You need some more yoga pants and sport bras.  Especially since you basically refuse to wear anything but sports bras unless in a dress or low cut shirt," He complains, walking over to the stalks of yoga pants in the wall.

"I like this color," He pulls one down, "Ooh, you'd like these studded ones."

He continues to grab pairs down, "What size are you?"

"I'm not telling you, let's go." 

"It's medium isn't it?  I've known you for four months and I've done your laundry too many times.  I'm almost certain it's medium."

"Whatever," I say and continue to watch him pull them down.

I hear a squel and turn to see two girls in the opposite corner of the store staring at Harry.  I decide to let him be and go over and talk to them.  When they see me approaching their eyes go wide.

"Hey guys, I saw you freaking out over Harry.  Do you want a picture, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to meet you guys," I tell them and I swear the blonde one nearly fainted.

"Y-yes please!" the other friend says, looking to her friend in astonishment. 

"Come on," I wave for them to follow me.

"So are you and Harry seriously dating?" The blonde asks.

"For about three months, yeah," I laugh.

"You're so lucky.  I love Harry!" The other says.

"I do too." 


Does this make up for the wait?  HA of course not

This was a pretty boring filler chapter, but it's just leading up to the fun stuff(:

I fucking love you guys<3


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