Luck & Love {A Harry Syles Fan Fiction}

Courtney is dragged to a concert by her younger sister and by fate meets Harry. She doesn't know him and doesn't listen to his music but he enjoys her company and witty remarks. When she goes to visit her mum in London, he can't help but want to go home every chance he gets. Harry charms her in every way but she can't help thinking of her old flame, Elijah, and the broken heart that came along with it.


23. Little Things - Her

“What are you doing here?” I asked Harry, leading him up the stairs to our flat. Kam trailed behind, on the lookout for the pap’s. I know they would be waiting outside the subway station, looking for Kameron and I to come home. They didn’t expect Harry to pick us up in a Range Rover.

“You seemed a little stressed, I thought I’d come and set things straight.”

I shook my head at his words, a smile half on my face. “You think punching Elijah is a good start?”

Kam’s head snapped up at my words, her eyes growing wide. “You what-?” I had texted her to meet outside, so she hadn’t gotten to see anything.

Harry and I ignored her. “He was hurting you, even the principal thought it was self defense.”

“If Elijah goes to the pap’s-“

“Who do you think they will believe?” Harry said, as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I threw my coat on the gook and my backpack on the stairs. As I kicked off my shoes, Harry continued. “The man who threatened you and initiated the fight or Harry Styles?” He followed my suit and started to take off his coat and shoes.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you didn’t get into any trouble!” I led Harry to the kitchen as Kameron followed silently.

Harry looked so good in his black jeans and white top, it was distracting and should have been illegal.

“All you need are the right words, love,” he winked at me.

I sighed, knowing I’d lose the argument. “Are you staying for dinner, Harry?”

“I’d love to!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. “What are you making?” He glanced around, taking everything in.

“From this note written by dad, I’d assume we’re ordering pizza,” Kam said, waving a piece of paper and some money.

“Dad going to rehearsals again?” I replied.

Kam nodded. “Says he should be home later.

“Will you order the pizza?” I asked Kam as she flopped down on the couch, flipping on the TV. “Let me know if you need more money. Harry’s got plenty.”

I tapped Harry on his chest while Kam laughed, grabbing her phone to call our usual favourite place. “

“C’mon Harry,” I said, grabbing his hand in mine. “I’ll give you the tour.”

I gave the quick version, heading up floors to show him the entertaining room (which was pretty much just another room with couches and a TV), the formal dining room and the library. He seemed to take it all nicely, but complained about the stairs.

“How many floors do you have?”

I shrugged, indifferent to it. “In total, including our basement storage? 5, I think.”

Harry whistled.

“It’s not that impressive. We live in New York! If you can’t have it flat, then you build up.”

When we got to the fifth floor, I indicated the door on the left to be Kameron’s. I didn’t show Harry in because I wasn’t sure of the state of her bedroom. She was always messy.

I opened the door my bedroom instead, showing him my bathroom and closet, even the little terrace that had my table and chairs. My room didn’t really have anything special about it.

“C’mon, I have something better to show you,” I said, taking his hand again.

“You mean, you don’t want to make out on your bed? It looks comfy.”

I blushed at his words but led him away nonetheless. Of course I wanted nothing more than to have Harry kiss me senseless, but I knew better than that. Kam was overly curious and my dad could come home anytime.

We climbed down a flight of starts and I motioned to one of the doors on the right. “That’s’ the master bedroom, no sense in going in there. This is Kam’s art room,” I opened one of the doors to the left, showing Harry how the walls were all painted with different colors, all of the sketches of the New York skyline.

“But the room next door is what I really wanted you to see,” I opened the door, letting Harry wander in before closing it.

“This is your space?” He asked, glancing over at me.

I blushed, frantically picking up sheet music that I had left all over the floor. “Yeah,” I replied, looking around my music room.

The walls were painted a calming blue, so that I felt like I was always up in the clouds. There was a couch and two comfy chairs in a corner of the room, along with a coffee table in front of them. Multiple guitars, a flute, clarinet, saxophone and tambourine like instruments were hanging on the walls; most were used regularly by my father. But I forgot all that and looked at my pride and joy.

“It’s lovely, Court,” Harry said, taking in the large black, glossy piano, that was sitting directly by the large window.

I ran my fingers over the keys softly, playing a couple notes by accident. “When I need to get away from the world, I come here. The room is sound-proof, so I can be as loud as I want.”

“Will you play me something?”

Something inside my stirred when I looked at Harry. He seemed like he earnestly wanted to hear me.

“What if I choke and you think I’m horrible?”

Harry sat me down at the piano and put his hands on my shoulders. “Just play whatever you want. I won’t judge.”

Harry took his hands off my shoulders and crossed the room to sit on the couch. He lay down and aimed his head towards the ceiling, his eyes closed.

I racked my brains for a song to sing. Something slower… and then it hit me, the perfect song that I could do on piano. The original had been done with guitar as far as I could remember, but I was sure I could figure out the notes on the fly. I had done it before. It had been stuck in my head since I heard it and this was the perfect time to get it out.

I played a couple random notes for a quick warm up before settling into a softer melody. It was pretty repetitive so I didn’t think I’d have a problem. When I felt I was ready, I closed my eyes and started to sing.


Your hand fits in mine, like it's made just for me. But bear this in mind it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me.


I sang it slowly, an octave higher than what I knew they sang.


I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile. You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine. But I'll love them endlessly.


“I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if I do, it's you, oh; it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you and all these little things.”


I didn’t dare chance a glance up at Harry, so I kept my eyes closed and my head bowed down.


“You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me.


“I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape. You never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me.


“I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if it's true, it's you; it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you and all these little things.


“You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you. And you'll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to. If I let you know I'm here for you, maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh.


“And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth. 'Cause it's you, oh, it's you; it's you they add up to. And I'm in love with you and all these little things.


“I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if it's true, it's you; it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you and all your little things.”


When I was done, pushing the last key on the piano, I opened my eyes but kept my head down. My heart was beating fast and when I did look up, Harry had moved to the end of the piano and was staring at me. I hadn’t even heard him.

“My heart-“ I started, but Harry interrupted.

“Beating fast?” he said, speaking slowly. I nodded, making him smile. “You’ve got entertainers blood.”

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