Los Angeles to London

Alex's POV

Did Harry Styles really just ask me out to dinner? I wanted to scream with excitement. Calm down and answer him. I told myself.

"That would be great." I smiled.

"Great." He replied, returning my smile.

Before I forgot, I reached into my purse and retrieved my phone. When it came to life it alerted me that I had an email from Burberry Human Resources. I opened it instantly.

Alex-

We are sorry to inform you that there was a mix up with your chauffeur, he will be unable to retrieve you from the airport this evening, we are truly sorry and hope that this is not too much of an inconvenience for you. If you would be so willing to take a taxi to your flat we will be more than happy to reimburse you for your expenses. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.

We hope that you enjoy your time here in London.

Vanessa Willshire
Burberry Human Resources

I actually had forgotten about my chauffeur, but I guess since I was going out to dinner with Harry I really didn't need my driver tonight.

Harry reached up to the over head compartment, he grabbed my train case, handing it to me and grabbing his duffle bag. As we stepped off the plane and into the moving hallway an airport employee greeted us, he motion us to follow him. We came to a door that read Authorized Personnel Only. The door led us to a flight of stairs. We made out way down them and through another door that ultimately led us to where our luggage was coming off the airplane.

"Mr. Styles, we have already arrange a taxi for you." The airport employee informed him. "And just be warned, it's a mad house out there."

The airport guy loaded our bags onto a luggage cart and made his way out the door leading into the airport. Harry took my hand and followed the man helping us with our bags. We were met with hundreds of screaming girl and even more cameras flashing in our faces. Harry stopped every few feet to take pictures with his adoring fans, never once letting go of my hand, if I'm not mistaken he held it tighter each time we stopped. Finally we made it to the taxi. It was an SUV with dark tinted windows. We climbed in and drove away.

"Harry, where are we going? What am I going to do with my bags?"

"Well, I don't live far from here so we can drop are bags at my house and then head to dinner."

"Ok, that sounds good to me, but when we're finished you're going to have to show me to my apartment, I have no idea where I'm going."

"Deal." He said.

A few minutes went by when I realized I still hadn't called my mom. I pulled out my phone and searched for her name. The phone rang twice.

"ALEX! Alex, what took you so long to call me!?" she sounded so distraught.

"Mom, relax I've literally have been on the ground like 30 minutes and it's been hectic, getting my bags and trying to get to the taxi."

"Taxi? I thought you were supposed to have a driver? I don't want you traveling the streets of London by yourself."

"Mom, I'm not by myself, I met a friend on the plane, he's worked with Burberry before."

"He? What's his name? How old is he? He isn't creepy is he?"

I rolled my eyes, my mom could be dramatic at times. Hell, she always wanted to be an actress.

"Mom, he isn't creepy, now I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow."

And with that I hung up, maybe it was a little rude but she could be so over bearing sometimes, maybe this move to London would be for the best.

"Creepy?" Harry said. "You're mom thinks I'm creepy?" His hand going to his chest dramatically.

I couldn't help but laugh. "No she doesn't think you're creepy, she doesn't even know it's you... yet."

The car came to a stop in front of a gorgeous white house. Harry and the cab driver carried all 5 suitcases, 4 of them being mine (but hey I was moving to London after all, and I'm a girl who loves clothes just as much as I love makeup.), into the house. Harry paid the driver and then welcomed me into his house.

"Where's your restroom?" I asked, realizing I really had to go.

"Down this hall, second door on the right."

"Thanks."

I walked into the surprisingly big half bath. It was decorated in light blues and green, very tranquil and relaxing. I hurried up, excited to spend more time with Harry.

I walked into the kitchen where Harry was waiting for me. He walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek, again sending butterflies to my stomach. He looked me in the eyes and said "I'm happy that you agreed to go to dinner with me tonight, there's something about you that I've never seen in someone before. You're different in a good way, and I like that."

I didn't know what to say to him, he completely caught me off guard. All I could do was smile. "I'm happy that you asked me, I mean a girl's gotta eat!"

He laughed, and at the same time my stomach growled ferociously. With that Harry took my hand in his and we headed outside.

"There's this great pub just around the corner, we could walk there if that's ok with you." He said to me.

"That would be great, I could use some fresh air."

We walked down the front couple stairs and turned to the left.

"Alex." Harry said. "I've been wanting to tell you this all day, but I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I love how much passion you have towards being a makeup artist, your eyes light up like child in a sweets shop. I have never in my life seen someone so passionate about something, you're admirable. I've only know you a short time and I can already tell that I want to learn more about you." he said, pulling me into him.

Holy shit, I once again could not believe what I was hearing. Seriously though, what is my life. I can tell you that it's pretty damn close to a fairy tale.

Harry's POV

Did I really just spill out all that I was thinking to her? I guess I did. I looked down to her, waiting to see what she had to say. She squeezed my hand and smiled her hypnotizing, perfect smile.

"Wow" She replied. "I can not even begin to tell you how long I've waited for someone to tell me that. I greatly appreciate it, and I too can't wait to learn more about you." she said smiling.

We reached the pub and I asked for a table towards the back. When we sat down our waitress came over and asked us what we would like to drink.

"I'll take a Guinness." I said.

"I'll have the same." Alex said.

"Wow, a girl who likes beer." I teased. "You don't see that everyday."

"Well Mr. Styles, I'm not your average girl." she retorted with a wink.

I've heard plenty of people call me Mr. Styles before, but none of them made it sound as sexy as she just had. I had to have her.

After eating, talking, and getting to know each other better we decided we should probably leave since it was getting late. We walked back to my place, hand in hand.

"Harry, I think it's a little late for me to move into my apartment tonight, do you think I could crash at your place tonight?"

"Yeah, no problem. I can take you to your flat tomorrow, I don't have anything going on tomorrow so it's not a problem."

Alex's POV

Normally I wouldn't have stayed the night at a guys house that I had just met that day, but there was something different about Harry, and it wasn't just because he was famous or had money. We walked back into his house. Did I mention how warm and inviting his house was? It's the kind of place that you wouldn't want to leave. Even though the restroom was very tranquil, the rest of the house had this warm and cozy feel to it. The living room was painted a warm caramel color, he had over sized brown leather couches and a beautiful area rug in the middle of the hard wood floors. His kitchen had gorgeous granite counter tops, and deep mahogany cupboards.

I walked over to Harry and wrapped my arms around his waist, looking up into his piercing green eyes. "I need to take a shower." I said.

"Of course, I can show you to my bathroom, the guest bathroom is being renovated."

I stood up on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek. "Thanks." I smiled.

Harry stood there staring at me. Had I done something wrong?

Harry's POV

Holy fuck, I need this girl and I needed her now. I saw the slightly confused look on her face, so I took my hands from the small of her back and moved them to either side of her face. I leaned down and kissed her perfectly plump lips. I had never kissed someone and felt the way I did when I had just kissed Alex. Our lips touching sent shivers down my spine, goosebumps to my skin and butterflies to stomach. I stopped kissing her and let my lips linger there for a second longer, not wanting to pull away.

"So, that shower then." I laughed.

"Uh yeah, I almost forgot."

She walked over to her smallest suitcase. "Here, let me get that for you." I said.

I picked up her suitcase and entwined my fingers with hers. We walked up the stairs and I led her to my bedroom. I placed her suitcase on the ottoman at the end of my bed. She walked over to it searching for something to change into.

"The bathroom is over here." I showed her.

"Thanks." Again with that hypnotizing smile.

Alex's POV

I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom, Harry followed.

"Here's a towel." He said, opening a door to a closet, handing me a big, fluffy red towel. Sexy I thought. He placed the towel on the counter.

I walked towards the shower, it was the epitome of luxury. The shower had an over head water fall faucet, about 100 jets all over the walls, and a heat lamp to make it even warmer in the shower. (A good thing too because the shower was massive and I could just tell that if you spent too much time in there that you'd get cold without the heat lamp.)

"So I've never used a shower this luxurious before, so you'll have to show me how to turn it on."

He laughed, and not like a ha ha-you're-so-funny-but-i'm-mocking-you-laugh, but like a real genuine laugh.

"That's not a problem, I can turn it on for you."

He stepped into the shower, turned some knobs and the shower sprung to life, in the process it got Harry's shirt wet. He stepped out of the shower, moved his arms to the back of his neck and yanked his shirt off. I couldn't help but stare at his chiseled physique. The tattoos that ran down his body were such a turn on. They gave him this bad boy edge but he was still sweet and thoughtful. I couldn't help it, but I reached out and touched his butterfly tattoo on his stomach. Most people would think that that tattoo was "too girly or feminine" but on him it was just right, when I saw that tattoo pop up on my instagram feed a few months ago I didn't think of it as being girly, I thought of it representing how he's grown and flourished since being on the X-Factor.

I looked up into his glorious eyes "That one's my favorite."

He smiled at me, a toothy genuine smile.

"Mine too."

It was like I had no self control, like I had just stumbled out of the woods or something. I reached up and kissed him passionately, my hands never leaving his tattoo. He tangled his hands in my hair, obviously enjoying himself. We stood there kissing for what felt like a lifetime, I had completely checked out. I loved the way his hands felt, running up and down my body. The only thing that brought me back to reality was the fact that I got a cramp in my foot from being on my tip toes for so long, I had no choice but to break the kiss. I guess it was for the better though because I realized that the water had been running that whole time. I smiled at Harry.

"I guess I better take a shower now."

"Yeah, you kinda smell." He said grinning.

"Harry!" I exclaimed. Taken aback.

"I'm just kidding. You know, you've left that water running long enough, maybe we should conserve what water is left and shower together." He said, trying hard to act nonchalaunt about it.

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