"With a face from a movie scene, or magazine you know what I mean. She's definitely got the style on you.."
The next two weeks passed in a blur of places and people. The Asian tour went well, we visited a bunch of cities that we'd never been to before which was cool. I'd always found it so surreal singing to people who didn't speak English, I just found it amazing that they'd sing back to us in a language that wasn't native to them. I'd been talking to Izi every single day. I got sad when she took more than a few minutes to reply. I constantly wanted to be interacting with her. When the end of the tour rolled around we headed back to the UK. Izi was due to fly in the next day and I was going to pick her up from the airport. I face-timed her when I got settled back at home. It rung for a few seconds before she answered;
"Mr Styles, what can I do for you?"
"Miss Australia," I said, enjoying hearing the sound of her voice, "you alright?"
"Yeah I'm good, just finishing packing. Hang on.." She fiddled with her phone for a moment before placing it on the desk and stepping back.
"Can you see me alright?"
"Yep, all good. Jesus how much stuff are you bringing?"
"Close to everything I own!" she laughed, motioning to the tower of clothes lying on her bed. She had grey short shorts on with a worn out Nirvana t-shirt. She held up a black boot and looked around for a moment.
"Can't find my other fucking shoe!" she yelled, bending down and looking under her bed. I couldn't help but gaze at her when she did it. I'd never noticed how amazing her ass was.. It was perky and round, Jesus Christ. I felt a sudden need to spank her and grab her perfect bum. I was lost in my own world thinking about it when she yelled again;
"Found it!" she triumphantly held up both shoes. I snapped from my thoughts and gave her a sarcastic round of applause. She took an over exaggerated bow and I laughed at her. She chucked her shoes in her suitcase and came back to pick up the phone.
"Alright," she said, moving a stray piece of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear,
"Nothing, just thought I'd call you before your flight. Make sure you were still coming" I joked and she rolled her eyes at me.
"My flight is in four hours, we're leaving here in like an hour an a half.." she turned to look at the clock on her bedside table before turning back to me. I let out a deep yawn and she frowned at me.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"It is.." I looked at the watch on my wrist, "1:13pm"
"Mmm" I replied, another yawn taking over me.
"Go have a nap, I get in at 5:45 your time tomorrow arvo. Are you sure you're gonna pick me up? I can just get a cab.."
"No it's fine, I'll come get you. I need a shower and bed, I fucking stink. I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Charming. Alright, can't wait. Adios Styles" She replied, screwing up her nose.
"Bye" I said winking at her and hanging up. I couldn't fucking wait to see her.
The drive to the airport the afternoon took forever. Management said I wasn't allowed to go alone because I'd get bombarded so I made Preston come with me. He wouldn't let me get out of the car when we got there so I just waited and waited until he returned with her. He opened the door and ushered her inside, she squished in next to me and cuddled into my side. I placed my chin on the top of her head. Preston shuffled into the car after her, making the back seat quite crowded. She was basically half sitting on top of me for the entire car ride. When she placed her hand on my thigh to readjust her position it felt like electricity shooting through me.
'You're just friends. Cut this shit out.' I thought to myself, moving away from her slightly. I saw her give me a strange look out of the corner of my eye but I ignored it. It wasn't long before the driver pulled up outside my London flat. It was in a sort of gated community. We drove up the long driveway and he stopped to let us out. Preston grabbed Izi's suitcase out of the boot and carried it to the front door. Setting it on the steps and heading back to the car.
"I'll be back in half an hour or so. Gonna get a bite to eat." He called, opening the door and climbing in. The driver pulled away and the two of us were left alone. I fiddled with the house keys before finding the right one, unlocking the door and swinging it open, revealing the apartment I lived in with Louis after we left the x-factor. Izi followed me inside, her suitcase rolling behind her as she admired the flat.
"This place is so fucking gorgeous oh my god.." she breathed. She made her way into the kitchen, a small squeal emitting from her as she saw the balcony. She skipped to the door and unlocked it, siding it open and walking back out into the cool London air.
"Can you grab my smokes from my bag?" She yelled. I looked around and saw her bag sitting on the kitchen counter. I reached in and pulled out the packet, opening it and taking one out as well as a small pink lighter. I wandered out onto the balcony and handed them to her.
"Thank you. Ugh, I've been craving one after how long that flight was." She held the cigarette in her mouth and lit it.
"They'll kill you, you know?" I said, giving her a sly smile and sitting down on one of the chairs.
"Really? YOU'RE gonna lecture me about things that can kill you?" She raised her eyebrows at me. I put my hands up in surrender,
"Fine. Fine." I said, still smiling. I watched her as she inhaled, her cheeks hollowed in and her eyes flickered closed. She came and sat down across from me, bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while after she finished her smoke. She yawned and I gave a small laugh.
"What?" she asked, frowning at me slightly.
"Nothing, it was just cute. Come on, I'll show you to the bedrooms." I got up and lead her inside and down the hallway, passing the bathroom and guest bedroom before pushing open the door to the room which had been mine. She walked inside and dropped her suitcase, instantly collapsing into the bed with her arms wide open. She sighed loudly and lifted her head to look at me. I leant against the door frame and smiled at her.
"So, you like it?" I asked
"Love it, thank you so much for doing this." She sat up so she was perched on the side of the bed.
"No problem. Have a nap, I'll see you tomorrow. We've got a party at Liam's tomorrow night if you wanna come?" She nodded at my request and came up and gave me a hug. I squeezed her tight, the scent of her perfume intoxicating me slightly. I pulled away and winked at her,
"Call me if you need anything." I said, before I closed the door and let her get some rest.
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Drunk; A Harry Styles Fan FictionFanfiction
"Who are you?" "I'm Izi." "Why are you here?" "Because. Do you need help?" "I don't need anyone's fucking help." ~~ WARNING: Strong language, sex, drug use. NSFW, MA15+