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                    He shrugs and wiggles his fingers like a little child. I chuckle and scoot closer to him and lean into his side. He wrap one his arms around the front of my waist and I bring my arms to my chest, pulling the sleeves of my sweater over to cover my hands. He takes the arm behind me and starts to gently stroke my curly hair, he must really love it. Harry stretches his legs out in front of him and I tuck my legs near my body, on the couch. It was cold outside and I shiver because of his cold skin. He hugs me tighter and I relax. What was strange though, it felt like every curve of my body fit in with his. Like two puzzle pieces together. I felt like his hold on me, would keep me safe from all the bad things in this world. How cliche. I lean into his chest and laugh when I see we're watching Love Actually.

                        "Romantic comedy?" I ask, smirking. I feel him shrug and his chin rests on top of my head.

                           "Got to love Rom-Com." His low British accent chirped.

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                        I looked around at the view in front of me. I was on a cliff and the ocean exceeded on before me, beyond my eye can see. I turn to my left and see a hand reaching out to me. I grab the hand and smile. I then turn to my right and see Sophia. My sister who died of cancer three years ago. I smile brightly, my eyes filling with tears. "Sophia." I breathe.

                        Her golden, super curly hair, flaps around in the wind and she had golden eyes like me. We had both gotten our mom's hair type, but I got my mum's hair color while Sophia got dad's hair color, blonde. Me and Sophia both got our dad's golden eyes while mum has hazel eyes.

                        "Elizabeth Claire Hunter." Sophia scolded, chuckling. I wince at the word Elizabeth. She's not old enough to scold me, I'm the older sister. I give her a questioning look and see grins, "I thought I taught you better." She smirked.

                          I scoff playfully, "As if. You didn't teach me anything except how younger sisters are annoying." She shakes her head, smiling as her hair surrounds her like a golden halo.

                       "Just remember, the heart wants, what the heart wants. You may not know it, but your thread of fate is twisting with someone's..."

                        I raise an eyebrow, "Who?" She gives a pointed glance towards the thing to my left and I turn to it, seeing the hand I grabbed earlier. I look up the hand, traveling up the arm, seeing a flash of green eyes that were emerald green sometimes or just a light green, like the color of...uh...

                      "Eliza?" Before I could pin point who's hand I was holding, everything broke like a glass shattering and and I started to fall in a dark crevice. "Eliza?!" 

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                       My eyes fly open and I look around the room, before realizing I as just at Harry's flat. Wait, so I fell asleep during the movie?

                              "Eliza?" I look down and see I was laying asleep on Harry's lap and Harry was trying to wake me. I'm confused about my dream and want to know more, but I obviously can't. I swat his hand away, blushing and got up. I sat beside Harry and yawned, stretching my arms above my head, "Sorry Harry."

                                I turn to look at him and see him already looking at me with interest, "It's okay. Want something to eat?" I nod my head, but Harry makes no move to leave. I look at him closely and notice his eyes were slightly puffy, and a little red. Harry turns his head slightly and I immediately reach forward and get a firm grip on his chin. I turn his head towards me and Harry tries to look everywhere, but at me. I stare in his eyes, making it hard not to stare back.

                                  "Harold Edward Styles, look at me." I say firmly. His eyes hesitantly look at me. "Are you or were you not, crying?"

                                    He gulps, "I was, I got, something in my eye." He reaches his hand up to wipe his eye, but I swat his hand away.

                                         "That's a whole load of stupid. Why were you crying?" I ask. He blushes and taken aback, I take my hand away and sit comfortably on the couch.

                                           He looks away, "Promise not to laugh?"

                                          "Promise Styles." I say, confused of why I would laugh.

                                          He sighs and looks at me, his face crimson, "I may or may have not decided to watch Titanic after Love Actually." Without thinking about it, I chuckled.

                                             "You promised, Curly!" He groaned, putting his head in his hands.

                                            "Yeah I did, but I didn't laugh...I chuckled. There's a difference."

                                           "So, now you think I'm all girlie and mushy." He groans. I smirk and sit closer to him and wrap my arm around his shoulder, tugging him into my embrace.

                                          "Actually, I think it makes you a lady's man and...awwwww. That's so sweet." I smile, laughing after I cooed at him. He playfully shoves me away, laughing. My stomach growls and he looks at me, amused.

                                          "Okay let's eat now. How about we make....sandwiches?" Harry asks as he makes his way to the kitchen. I get up from the kitchen and follow him, "Wow, how extravagant!"

                                           He smirks and bends down, looking in the fridge. "It's okay with me." I add, because I was joking earlier if you didn't catch it. I hear him chuckling as he was taking random things from the fridge and putting it on the kitchen counter. I walk over to the counter and hop on top, crossing my ankles and swinging my legs back and forth.

                                       After putting down the plates from the cabinet on the counter, Harry stood beside me, in front of the food. "What type?" He asks, looking up from the ingredients to me. I look down at the ingredients, "Hmmm, do you know how to make a grilled cheese?"

                                            "Uh no, sorry." He blushes. I laugh and slide off the counter.

                                           "I'll just have to make myself one, eh?" I says as I grab the ingredients after shoo-ing Harry aside with my hands. He laughs, "That's fine by me. I'll just make myself something."

                                         I nod my head and start making my grilled cheese. After a minute, I feel a presence behind me and see Harry watching me cooking as he was standing behind me. He glances from the food and to me, before stuffing a HUGE bite of his sandwich into his mouth. I bite my lip, trying to stifle a laugh as I turn back around to grab a plate. I swiftly turn off the oven and put the grilled cheese on the plate. I walk over to the little stools he had on the other side of the counter and started to eat my...yummy....grilled cheese. "Best. Grilled. Cheese. Ever." I moan in pleasure as I take another bite.

                                          Harry takes a seat beside me and looks at me with a raised eyebrow, "Can I have a bite?"

                                      I raise an eyebrow and look at my grilled cheese and then back up at him, "Why do you want a bite?"

                                          He shrugs, "You said it was the best, so I need to justify. I want to try the BEST grilled cheese ever." I laugh and he grins, chuckling softly to himself. I poke one of his dimples and smile, "Sure." I hand him my grilled cheese and he takes a swift bite and hands it back. I watch his expression as he's chewing and a couple seconds later, he swallows and smiles.

                                            "That's really good." He says and takes his last bite of his sandwich. Some mayonnaise dripped onto his lip and I chuckle. "Want a bite of mine?" He asks cheekily.

                                                   I raise an eyebrow. There was no sandwich. "Harry...are you blind? You finished your sandwich." He smirks and I start to get annoyed of that mayonnaise on his bottom lip. "I'm pretty sure I have some leftovers." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

                                            I start to blush. He wants me to kiss him? To kiss the mayonnaise off his bottom lip? We aren't even dating. He is one cheeky fellow. I decide my safest choice is to joke about it.

                                    I smile cheekily back, "Mayonnaise taste bad." I take the last bite of my sandwich and run into the kitchen with my paper plate, laughing. I hear Harry chuckling behind me as I throw my plate away. I back away from the trash can and he throws his away and I see him lick his lip trying to get the mayonnaise off.

                                                I roll my eyes, "Seriously?"

                                               Harry looks up at me, "What?"

                                              "I'm not going to kiss you, so just get the mayonnaise off."

                                              He furrows his eyebrows, "I didn't get it off already?" I shake my head and smile, realizing he genuinely didn't know. I reach my hand upwards, and before I know what I'm doing, I put my hand under his chin and wipe my thumb across his lip, wiping the mayonnaise off. Realizing my thumb was lingering, feeling the pleasant feeling of warm tingles from his soft lip, I take my hand away. Blushing, I turn around, wiping my finger off the rag that was on the bar in front of the oven. Somehow that simple movement felt so....intimate. Strangely.

                                           I turn back around to face Harry, who's eyebrows were furrowed as he had a finger, touching his lips lightly. I giggle softly and he breaks out of his trance, blushing bright red. I still can't believe I could do that to him. Harry Styles.

                                           I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles to himself, embarrassed. I smile and take out my phone, glad that the awkward moment was over. I check the time and see it was about six. How did time go by that quick? Well if I slept through two movies, Love actually is about 2 hrs and 30 minutes while Titanic is about 3 hours and 30 minutes. Oh gosh. I slept for about six hours! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE! IT'S SIX O'CLOCK! MY FAMILY DINNER! AND I JUST ATE A SANDWICH AND OH GOSH!

                                                I quickly dial my mum's number and Harry looks confused. I raise up a finger, signaling, give me a minute and he nods. My mum immediately answers.

                                                "Oh mum! I'm so sorry! I'm heading over to dinner right now, okay? I fell asleep watching a movie. I'll be right there."

                                                    I hear a chuckle on the other end, "Okay, I'm glad you called, hurry up. You know, you really need to find that certain someone. You only live once."

                                                     I blush crimson as she mentions I need to find someone soon and chuckle as she basically said YOLO. I see Harry chuckling out of the corner of my eye and freeze. Harry can hear mum?! Oh no.

                                                "Oh...okay. Well, see you there soon."

                                              "Alright sweetie, but we'll have lots of lasagna tonight, so feel free to bring someone, like that Dan guy."

                                          I feel Harry tense beside me and I get confused. "Dan? Mum, are you getting old? Dan is my cousin! Your nephew! Did you forget his name or something?" 

                                        I hear a huge guffaw of laughter from the other end and a sigh of relief from Harry then some laughing. I really wish I knew  how to lower the volume down on this phone.

                                             "I was joking. See you then." The line cuts off and I laugh at my crazy mum, sliding the phone  into my back pocket.

                                            "Did you hear all of that?" I ask, slightly blushing.

                                            He grins and this time I don't feel like poking his dimples, "Yes, your mum seems lovely."

                                              "She is. I love my parents. But I have to go for our family dinner they have me go to every Sunday. We're having lasagna. The bad thing is, that there's going to be a lot and I just ate a sandwich which means even more leftovers. Gosh." I ramble on, feeling guilty.

                                             He smirks, "No fear. I'll just go with you and eat some too."

                                            I raise an eyebrow, "Inviting yourself, eh?"

                                         "Oh, uh, I meant, since your mum said you could have someone over and you said leftovers and you weren't very hun--"

                                             I burst out laughing, "It's okay Styles. Let's just go. Now."

                                            "I can go!" He cheers, excitedly, sounding like a child. I nod my head and he runs off, laughing. Probably to change. I walk over to the front door and put on my Uggs, wrapping my scarf around my neck. I pat down the top of my curly hair a little then hear Harry running up behind me breathless.

                                           "That was quick." I noted. He had his beanie off and white sweater on,  changed into dark gray trousers with some boot/combat things, a big white, knitted scarf and a gray overcoat.  It was the exact same outfit he wore in the "Gotta Be You" music video. He nods his head, grabbing his flat keys and phone. "Is it okay if I ride with you?" He asks. I nod my head and we walk out of the flat. I unlock my car as Harry catches up behind me after he locks his door. I start the car and he slides into the passenger seat. He smiles at me and I smile back, before backing out and starting the drive to my childhood home, where my parents still live while I live in the nice flat my parents bought me. I pay half the rent while my parents payed the other. See, they were really nice and the best parents ever.

                                             "Anything I should be warned about before I go there?" Harry asks as we are about halfway there. I lower down the radio.

                                               "Well, my dad's a doctor for the children's ward so don't make him angry because he'll get revenge on your child in the future." I joke. Harry's eyes widen while his face pales. Tthat was a really mean joke. I frown, feeling extremely guilty, "Sorry, that was a joke, that was mean. He's really nice, don't worry. My parents are laid-back, but like manners. Manners are a bonus....and compliment my mum's cooking. Extra bonus."

                                                  He breathes a huge sigh of relief, "Good. I'll keep that in mind." I nod my head as we enter the street my house is on. I shoot him a reassuring smile, it wasn't that bad. He's only meeting a friend's parents. That he'll might need to convince them to let me go on tour. Well, I'm 18, but to have their support. It's not like we're dating or engaged. Engaged....that's a weird thought. I pull into the drive way and turn off the car.

                                               "Let's go eat! Time to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Hunter." I cheer and get out of the car, Harry following more sluggishly. I lock the car door and walk up to the front door, ringing the door bell. The door swings open and my mum grins, "Elizabeth!"

                                                "Mum! I go by Eliza! You know that!" I whined. She chuckles then crushes me in a big hug. She lets go and notices Harry behind me. I step to the side and Harry smiles at my mum. She reminds me of Andie MacDowell. (PIC ON SIDE)

                                                     "Hello, Mrs. Hunter, I'm Harry." He says politely, sticking out his hand. She chuckles and crushes him into a huge hug, "Hello Harry, I can see why they call you Harry." She wiggles her eyebrows. I groan at her lame joke.

                                               "What?" Harry questions.

                                              "Harry, your name, and then h-a-i-r-y, which sounds the same but spelled different and plus, you have a whole lot of curly hair on that head of yours." I say and he chuckles.

                                                 "See! Someone appreciates my jokes!" My mum says.

                                                 "Don't get your hopes up, mum. He's just being nice." I joke, smiling. She rolls her eyes, chuckling and lets us in. I slide off my scarf and hang it on the coat rack. My mum trails into the kitchen and I can smell the good lasagna. I tap Harry's shoulder and tell him to take his overcoat off.

                                             He shrugs off his overcoat and scarf, hanging them on the coat rack thing before following me into the kitchen. My dad turns around and smiles, he reminds me of a some-what Carlisle Cullen from twilight, except more tan and not vampire pale. Never said that was a good movie. "Hey dad!" I chirp and hug him. "Hey darling." He chuckles, his deep accent filling the room. He pulls away and looks at Harry behind me, like mum did.

                                            "Who's this young man?" He asks.

                                            "Hello, sir, I'm Harry Styles." He says sticking out his hand. My dad shakes it. "Nice to meet you, I'm Charlie Hunter. Call me Charlie. I can see why they cal-"

                                           "NOT AGAIN!" I groan as my dad was about to make the same lame joke my mum said earlier. Harry and my mum start laughing and my dad chuckles.

                                         My dad clasp his hand together, "Let's eat some amazingly wonderful lasagna your mum made."

                                               We walk to the four seater table and sit down. Harry sits across from me, while my dad sits on one head of the table and my mum sits at the other end. We dig in eating.

                                              "This is really good Mrs.Hunter." Harry says. I chuckle as he was using my advice I told him earlier. She nods her head, "Thank you, but don't call me Mrs.Hunter, I feel so old."

                                                  "That's because you are, mum." I joke. My mum and dad laugh, used to my joking as we all joke around. "What would you like me to call you?" Harry asks.

                                                "By my first name, Sharon."                           

                          "That's not your first name, honey, that's what you wish it was." My dad says. Harry and I laugh as my mum glares at my dad, playfully.

                              "It's Renée." I told Harry and he nodded. He looks down at his halfway eaten plate and back at all of us, "May I be excused to use the john?"

                           "Yes, you may. It's down the main hall, third door on right." My dad says. Harry thanks him and leaves, not before pushing in his chair. What a kiss up! Who knew?

                            After a couple minutes of silence, my dad smiles at me, "I approve of him."

                                I choke on my food, "W-What?!" 

                               My mum and dad laugh, "I've seen the two of you look at each other, it's like how we used to do."

                                "And still do. Don't forget that." My dad added after my mum's speech.

                                 "Like friends?" I suggest, ignoring my dad's comment. My dad snorts, starting to laugh and my mum rolls her eyes.

                               "Alright, I'm just going to see what's taking Harry so long in the loo." I say and get up from the table. They nod and start their own conversation. I roll my eyes, chuckling to myself, but confused, as I started to walk to the bathroom. I thought we were only friends. I HAVE only met him yesterday.

                                 So it's final. We are just friends. Close friends.

                                I was almost to the bathroom, when I noticed the door was already open with the light off. Where's Harry? Did Harry pass me without either of us noticing? I start to walk back down the hallway when I hear a chuckle. I turn around and notice to my left, my old bedroom door was open, with the light on. I roll my eyes and walk in. I see Harry sitting on my bed, looking through a scrapbook.

                                "Nosy much?" I smirk. He jumps and smashes the book closed. I burst into laughter while he blushes. I walk over to the bed and take the scrapbook from him, opening it. My whole right side was against Harry's left side as I put one half of the book on his lap and the other on mine.

                             "What picture were you looking at?" I ask. He flips through the pages, his arms brushing me, millions of times, making my stomach feel slightly tingly. Butterflies? I brush the thought off and look at the picture Harry is pointing too. I burst into laughter and Harry joins in.

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  (NO ONE'S POV)

                       After a minute or two, Renée and Charlie look at each other with raised eyebrows. What was taking them so long? Thinking on the same wavelength, they get up together and walk down the hallway, hearing laughter in Eliza's old bedroom. The couple peek around, into the doorway and watch them sit really close together and laugh, smiling at each other and staring into each others eyes, which they don't notice they do when they speak.

                        "They just don't know it yet." Renée sighs, whispering as she looks up at Charlie, who nods. "They will soon. Once they both go their separate ways, they'll notice a big part of them is missing."

                          "Which is?" Renée asks, smirking as she already knew the answer, but wanted to hear Charlie say it.  "Each other." Charlie whispers before him and his wife, Renée, walk back to the kitchen.