A Typical Love Story

Harry's POV



As I was getting on my last plain to London I checked for my seat. I noticed a girl standing by the seat I should have sat in, there was only two seats, so I guessed she had to be my company for the flight. She looked like a cutie as she tried to load her luggage into the small space. I went up to my seat and slightly bumped into her hoping she'll notice me. I know, dick move of me, right? I was never good with hello's, so "accidently" bumping into girls was normally my way of starting conversation. It was easier. As I bumped into her, she fell to the floor with her butt, making me to feel guilty. I didn't mean for that to happen.

"I'm so sorry love," I told her. As I spoke, I watched her lips turn into a small smile.

"Don't worry about it," she told me as she got back up.


I saw her looking at me before I turned around to load my bag next to hers. I pulled my phone from my pocket, but I could still see her from the corner of my eye. After replying my mothers' worried texts, I turned around and smirked at her. Her eyes were scanning my body, making my smirk grow bigger.

"Like what you see love?" I chuckled at her.


After not getting a reply, I put my phone back in my pocket and slid past her to my seat. She smelled of my sister's perfume, a smell I've grown fond of over the years. It made me homesick. I clicked my seatbelt on after I sat down and held my hand out for the stranger. She was beautiful, really, really beautiful. Especially up close. I wondered to myself why she was on the plane, but that would have been rude to ask and also non of my business, so I gave the question a skip.

"I'm Harry," I told her.


"I'm Teigh-Amo," she smiled at me as she put her hand in mine. They were soft, so fragile. I wondered how they would feel around my...snap.

I pulled my hand from hers once the thought came to mind. Her name was quite fascinating to me, I've never heard that name before.


"Like I love you?" I chuckled at her as I looked into her dark green eyes. They were like mine, but a darker colour with mixed blue around her pupils.

"What?" She lift an eyebrow at me.

"Like TiAmo means I love you in some language, doesn't it?" I smirked at her, hoping I wasn't wrong about the 'TiAmo' meaning. But I heard that word before in movies, and it always meant I love you, so I just wanted to ask. It was a beautiful name to me, it was different.


She laughed at me as she shook her head. "Yeah, but it's spelled differently," she smiled at me. I saw small little dimples pop up on her cheeks, which made me smile again. I was almost in London and already met a gorgeous girl. I wondered if she would have been the type for one night stands, because damn I would have broken her.

"But it still means I love you, right?" I frowned at my question as I tried to get the dirty thoughts out of my mind.


She gave me a small nod and I smiled thinking about her American accent and how intrigued she was with my accent. Well at least I thought she was, she seemed to smile at my voice a lot. I couldn't help but notice how tiny she was but she looked in shape like, although she looked too innocent and fragile to do anything with me. But I've always had my way with girls, she would have been easy to get to bed.


I laid back into my seat and thought about my mate, Styles. Funny having a friend with the same name as your surname, huh? I couldn't wait to get to London anymore, Styles was picking me up from the airport. As the flight attendant informed us of our safety hazards, London suddenly became very realistic to me.

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