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Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)


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               Harry had this certain thing about him that I loved. It was just something about him that made me catch my breath whenever he walked into the room. It made my heart race at a hundred miles per hour, and when he said my name my heart would halt to a stop. His stupid little jokes were the funniest things in the world. He’d tickle me just to hear me laugh, and if I tried to get mad at him, he’d just pull me closer and kiss away the small creases in between my eyebrows.

            He’d play with my hair while we’d be sitting on the couch watching a movie together. He’d tell me that I looked even more beautiful today than ever. Then he’d tug me into his lap and kiss my cheek if I ever got scared or uncomfortable during the film and from there we’d cuddle until the ending credits came on.

            Harry knew exactly where my soft spot was underneath my jawbone so that’s where his lips went to first when he would give me a love bite. He did it to hear me let out a small moan. I honestly felt myself melting whenever his lips came in contact with mine. His kisses were always so loving and could turn from playful to sensual in a matter of seconds. It was the way his lips moved with mine, slowly at first, and never too demanding. Then his arms would slowly wrap around my waist. He’d slowly pull my body closer to his, as if we were molding into one person. Only then would he slide his tongue along my bottom lip to deepen the kiss. His touch electrified my senses and it was the greatest feeling in the world. Nothing could possibly be able to compare. Everything about his presence was overwhelming and I loved it.

            Harry’s voice was one of my favorite things about him. The deep, gorgeous British accent was all it took for me to come completely undone. It was just everything about him that was better than anything I could’ve hoped for. His eyes. His lips. The way his mouth moved when he said my name. It was perfect. Harry was perfect.

            And he was my boyfriend.




            “You’re lying,” I said simply and turned around to continue washing whatever dishes I had left in my sink.

            “I am not! I saw it on an interview, Harry Styles is definitely moving into your apartment building,” my friend Alyssa exclaimed. I shook my head.

              “That can’t be true, why would he move here?” I looked at my best friend like she was crazy. Harry Styles was an international pop star. Why would he just randomly move into my apartment building, out of all of the ones in New York City? I mean, it was a decent apartment building, but still, there were more expensive ones that he’d be able to afford.

              Alyssa shrugged. “All he said was that he was moving into an apartment building in New York City and I heard some people talking about it downstairs in the lobby before I came up. I heard the name Harry Styles and then someone said, ‘Yeah, he’s moving into one of our apartments.’”

             “Really?” I asked, turning my head a little bit. Alyssa sat on the counter next to the sink and swung her legs back and forth, somehow not hitting the cabinets below.

             She nodded. “Yep!”

             I considered this and bit my bottom lip, scrubbing harder on the plate that I used for dinner. He would technically be the first famous person I've met. “Well that’s cool, now I can finally be able to meet him…” I replied looking at the remaining dishes I had to wash.

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Chapter 1


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Liam Payneas himself
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