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Something To Live Up To

Quarenta e Dois

"See? It was not that bad." I said hopping to the car.

"Of course not. Apart from the part when your father almost killed me with his eyes." He said climbing to the drivers seat.

"That's only because you said I was staying in your house." I reasoned.

"Yeah but I ALSO said you're staying in one of the spare rooms."

"So? I'm pretty sure he only listened to the first part." I pointed out.

"Well I couldn't tell him you were sleeping with me in my room."

"I'm sleeping in your room?" I instantly snapped my head to him.

"Aren't you?" He diverted the eyes from the road to look at me.

"I don't know, am I?"

"Stop answering me with another question!"

"What you were the one asking me first!" I raised my voice slightly.

"You were the one asking second!" He adjusted his voice tone to my level.

"Are you listening to yourself? That doesn't make any sense." I threw my arms in the air.

"I want you to sleep with me." He said more softly after a long and intense silence. I first made sure I was not smiling before opening my mouth to speak.

"Why didn't you say so right away?"

"Because..." He said as soft.

"Because?" I encouraged him to continue.

"I was not sure if you wanted to." He shrugged shyly. It was extremely cute when he acted shy because it is something we don't get to see everyday. Somehow it made me feel good not only because he was like that because of me but also because it was something only I knew, I mean he's like an open book, everyone knows him and be able to see something that is not acessible to everyone felt good.

"I came to London because of you." I sai that as an answer.

"So?" I looked at him confused. "It means that..." I rolled my eyes getting his point.

"Give up, I'm not gonna say it." I said.

"Oh c'mon."

"Nope." I smirked to the window.

"Please?" I felt something squeezing my leg. I looked down to see his hand caressing my tight.

"That's not how you're going to convince me." I slapped his hand away amused. "And that doesn't work with me." I pointed to his pout.
It actually does work, I was just screaming inside trying to tame every muscle not to give in. I didn't want to tell him otherwise he'd be too vain.

"You're heartless." He played offended leading a hand to his chest.

"Oh poor you." I stroke his cheek playfully.

"You're mean."

"No I'm not." I tossed. Instead of answering he just frowned at me with an assertive look.
I narrowed my eyes and my head lit up.
Slowly I approached him, skimming my nose down his neck.

"I'm not mean."I whispered in his ear seductively but jumped nonethless when someone honked very loudly. I looked at the window to see a middle-aged man cursing at us. "What was that?"

"I didn't see him coming from the right." He said adjusting the rearview mirror.

"Are you blind?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm a man! How do you expect me to focus when you're doing that?" He gazed at me.

"Oh." Was all I said for a moment, jumping happily inside of what I do to him. It felt good to know it was mutual. "Later then." I concluded smirking.


"I have an interview with the boys now." Harry said stepping inside the house and opening the door for me.

"Oh it's okay."

"You can come."

"Ehm I'd rather not." I said not meeting his eyes.

"Why not?" He lifted my chin forcing me to look at him.

"You haven't officialy said we're dating so maybe it's better if I just stay here."

"One more reason for you to come, we can annouce our relationship." He smiled sweetly pecking my nose.

"I'll be here till you get back." I assured him. "Furthermore I need to unpack."

"Okay, if you say so." He sighed disappointed.


"I need to go then. The lads are already waiting."

"Then go." I waved him off to the door.

"I'll be home soon." He turned around at the door.

"Yes love." I grinned holding the door. He returned the smile but pushed me to him to kiss me. What I thought would be just and innocent goodbye kiss turned into a small make out session. "What will your neighbours think if they see you like that? You'll loose all credibility." I pointed out pushing him away as an excuse to regain my breath.

"I don't mind." He tried to kiss me again.

"But I do." I pressed a finger to his lips preventing them to touch mine. "Now go." I turned him around and slapped his bum playfully.

"That makes going away a mission impossible." He turned to me again.

"You're the one impossible." I rolled my eyes at his stubborness.

"Okay now I go." He pecked my lips and headed to the elevator.

I closed the door and leaned against the it. Rewinding my life back to december I'd never believe if anyone told me I'd be dating Harry Styles, the unreachable boyband guy I had a little crush on.
Now I couldn't ask for better, I'm currently in London, a city I love with my stunning boyfriend, the boy every girl wants I gotta say and he's mine, only mine. Not to mention the way he makes me feel, Gosh, it's like an invisible magnet pushing me to him making it almost impossible to separate from.
I had to control myself because just by kissing me the way he does makes it very hard to say no to anything he ask and somehow it scares me because it makes me feel vulnerable and I always like to think that I'm a strong and independent person who'd never depend on anyone. But now I was dependent, dependent on him, dependent on his kisses, his tasteful lips, his dazzling smile, his soft hands roaming through my body, I was dependent on everything concerning Harry, he was like an addiction I could no longer leave. It's terrifying!

I shoke my head to get back to reality. I don't want to think about this!

So not really in the mood to unpack I searched for Harry's computer and turned it on. It's been days since I last came online.
First I sent a quick mail informing my bestfriends and mum I was here and well so there was no need to worry. Then I logged on twitter preparing myself for the worst. Useless to say my followers had increased enormously and there were tons of mentions. Only a few were good ones. I've been called all names, slut, whore, ugly, horrendus, attention seeker and so on. I tried not to let it get to me but it was kinda hard when a lot of people say it.
However there was one that captured my attention. It was a tweet from a girl saying "If he really liked you he wouldn't have cheated on you." with a photo attached. I clicked on it as shock filled my face. He couldn't.


Oh Lord, if only good news last forever....

A sequel it is then. :)) Thanks for your opinion. I've already thought about the plot, it will be exciting and burning so prepare yourself! Just saying.. ;)


Thank you!! I'm not very happy with this fic actually because I wrote it a while ago and it has toooons of mistakes like spelling and all so in the aspect I think the sequel is better and I hope you like it, I've received a lot of positive comments on the sequel... :)
Yeah, Portuguese! Yes I'm portuguese from Portugal that's the reason why it has so many errors like I told you above. x

So i just finished this fan fiction and i absolutly love it!!! <3 nobody absolutly nobody can or will change my mind about that and i am very happy you are making a sequal becuase that was a major cliff hanger!!!! Anyways i really pove this story and i am very glad you wrote it! And i have one question: do you speak porgougeuse? (And sorry if i spelt it wrong)

ohw,i didn't c that part

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This story is no longer updated, only the sequel.. ;)

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