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Love At First Flight (A Zarry FanFiction)

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Hey guys, this is my first story EVER, so please do not judge. But i DO except constructive criticism ( ohh big words;)... for me ). I dedicate this first chapter to my amazayn friend, Mellissa, because it is all fluffy- like a cute, just like her :D ilyz babe. <3 ok so here we go........

OH and sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors!

Hannah xo

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Harry's POV

"Harry, Harry love" My mothers voice ran through my ears.

"Love it's time to get up, todays the big day" wait whats she- OH SHIT, X FACTOR AUDITIONS!

I sprang up from my bed, trying to find all my clothes, but my mind was racing to much to truly focus. So bascially, i resulted in just pacing around my room like a mad man on a mission.

I turned back to see my mum giggling at me, hands cupped together over her heart. "Honey, calm down. I'm sure you- forget that, i KNOW, you wil be amazing as ever." She said shooting me a reasuring smile. 

I reached a shaky hand to cup her cheek and gave her a warm smile before pulling her into a big hug. She doesn't know how much her words mean to me. (A/N sorry, i'm not sure if its wierd, him like cupping her cheek... some of my friends said it was, but its his mum!!! i find it cute! teehee) 

"Thanks mum" I whispered into her ear. We stood like that for a while and i only pulled back when i heard a sniffle. A huge smile was spread across her face, tears silently running down her cheeks.

"You're all grown up" she exclaimed, laying light kisses on my forehead. "but you'll always be my little boy". She quickly turned around, walking towards the door, wiping away her tears. "ahh,i'll go before i get too mushy. I'll whip you up some breakfast, you get ready, your bags are already in the car" . She walked out, closing the door behind her. Leaving me with a little more confidence than before.

"Yeah, you can do this, you are Harry Styles!" i muttered to myself while pulling on my outfit for the day. I put my phone in my pocket on the way to the door.

I stopped and turned, leaning on the mahogany door frame. (A/N THAT IS MAHOGANY!). I looked around my medium-sized bedroom. It wasn't really a big room, just enough space for my king-sized bed, a desk, draws, a bedside cabinet and a decent amount of floor space. But i didn't mind, it was all i needed. I wonder how long it will be before i sleep in here again, i thought to myself.

I sighed, finally closing the door and heading for the kitchen. Drudging down the hall, still in a tired state, i could already smell my breakie.

Waking up at six in the morning isn't really a delightful task for me. By now it was twenty to seven and it takes an hour to get to the airport. My plane leav-

:Your plane leaves at eight thirty but you have to be there half an hour early for check-in" mum said, as if she was reading my mind. This woman knows me too well, but then again, she did raise me.

Mum walked over to my perch at the counter and handed me a plate, piled with four heavenly- looking waffles, covered in syrup and half melted butter.

"Oh my, mother, are you tring to fatten me up?" she replied with a smirk followed by her answer.

"Harry, don't be silly, you don't know how long the wait will be or when the next time you get a chance to eat will be!" 

I guess so. I dug in, letting a satisfied groan leave my lips as I tasted my mummys delightful cooking. I take after my mother, but i'm definetly not as good as her. I guess my part-time job at the local bakery helps a bit too.

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