A Typical Love Story

Teigh-Amo's POV


I woke up to the sun peeking through my windows. I groaned at the contact it made with my eyes and tried to go back to sleep but hopelessly failed. I reached for my phone on my night stand to check the time, it read 12:30 PM.

"Shit," I muttered to myself. "My furniture is supposed to be here any second."


I dragged my lazy body to my bathroom and jumped in the shower. After my two minute shower, I put on my grey yoga pants with a dark blue t-shirt and stepped into my slippers. I made a messy bun with my hair and decided to dress up later to go job hunting. As I was making my way to my kitchen, my phone rung.


"Hello love" Styles spoke through the phone as soon as I answered.


"Uh hello," I answered confused to why he was calling me.

"I was wondering if you had plans for tonight?" He asked and my cheeks flushed.


'Is he asking me out on a date?' I shook the idea from my thoughts and answered


"No not really, just getting my furniture dropped off soon,"

"Okay good," he cleared his throat. "I'll pick you up at 8:00 we're going clubbing," he said and too shocked to think I replied


"Oh, Ohkay,"


'It can't be that bad right?' I thought to myself. I thought that it would have been a good idea for me to go out and spend some time with someone in London, and who other than Styles, he was the only one I actually knew. Even if I didn't know him that well. But either way, I needed someone to release me from the stress and frustration of moving to London. My doorbell rung, distraction me from my thoughts. I walked to the door after placing my phone on the kitchen table and two middle aged men stood with boxes in their hands.


"Oh, delivery," I shook my head at their confused faces to why I was looking at them like a complete idiot.


They offered me small smiles and I stepped aside, allowing them to step in. After a good hour, the men left me in my apartment full of boxes and furniture. At around 6:00 PM, I had most of my things packed out and my apartment finally begun looking like a place where someone actually lived. I decided to get ready for clubbing with Styles, and head to my bedroom. Thinking that I already had a shower when my day started, I gave the shower and skip and pulled loose my bun. I sat in front of my make-up table and did my make-up. I send Styles a quick text saying where I lived and returned to my make-up. I've never been too fond of much make-up, so I drew a thin layer of eyeliner on both of my eyelids and put on some light brown and gold eye shadow. My cheeks were still a rosy pink from back in Washington, so I only added mascara to finish my make-up. I plugged in my curling iron and waited for it to heat up. While waiting, I searched for an outfit for the night. I finally found a white dress with black lines at the bottom and black heals too match. Whilst I was bust doing my hair, I noticed the time reading 7:30 PM. I rushed to finish my hair, not wanting to leave Styles waiting for me. Just as I turned off my curling iron, a knock was made on my door. I checked myself in the mirror for a brief second and rushed to the door. Once I opened the door, there was Styles, smiling brightly as he eyed my dress.

"I see you live in the same building as I," he chuckled once his eyes landed on my face again.

"Really?" I asked him with a hopeful smile.


He nodded at me and pointed down the hall. "I live three doors down," he chuckled. "Shall we go?" He held his hand out for me. I walked back to my room and picked my phone up before joining Styles in my living room. "The place looks good," he smiled at me.

"It finally looks like it isn't abandoned," he chuckled at me. He held his hand out for me once again and this time, I took it. I locked the door to my apartment on my way out and walked with Styles to his room.

"I just have to get someone," he smiled at me. "I'll just be a minute,"


I gave him a nod and stood outside of his hoor as I watched him leave. I pulled out my phone and decided to send a few texts to my family. I told them that London was wonderful, that I enjoyed the city and that my apartment was beautiful. As I put my phone away, male voices was heard.


"Whatever mate," I heard a thick British accent that didn't belong to Styles, the other male's voice was deeper. Somewhat more attractive. But it felt like I heard that voice somewhere before.

"You'll see," I heard Styles' chuckling.

"There you are," Styles smiled at me as he walked out of the apartment.

"Mate," the other voice was heard again. My eyes traveled to where the source of the sound came from and a smile made its way to my face, he mirrored my smile. The beautiful dimples popped up on his cheeks, his smile met his eyes. "Teigh-Amo," he winked at me.


"Wow, this is really a tiny world," I chuckled as Harry pulled me in for a hug.

"So you're the girl Styles won't shut up about?" Harry winked at me with his hands still on my lower back.

I turned around and looked at Styles, his cheeks were flushed. He cleared his throat and Harry let go of me.


"Let's get going then," Styles closed their apartments door and locked it.

Harry walked to my left and Styles to my right as we exited the building, might I add, with Harry's arm wrapped around my shoulders.


Soon enough, we reached the club. We walked towards a table and Styles asked if Harry and I would like something to drink. We simply nodded and styles was off to the bar leaving Harry and I alone. The music was loud and there were bodies everywhere. People seemed to enjoy themselves, it was just too crowded for my liking.


"So you live in London?" I asked Harry, turning my attention back to him.

With a grin he answered "Yes, I do, London is just getting better and better hey," he bumped me with his arm and winked.


I gazed up at his forest green eyes and with flushed cheeks because of the beauty in front of me I answered "I couldn't agree more,".

Harry looked pleased at my reply and nodded his head as his eyes drifted over the dance floor. Styles came back with our drinks and told Harry to shift so he could sit next to me. Harry frowned, but obeyed Styles' order.


"So how was your day?" Styles nearly yelled over the loud music.


I gave him a small nod and reached for my drink. "It was alright," I told him.


I noticed Harry's eyes on me from across the table. An awkward silence fell over us for a few seconds, only to be broken by me spitting my drink out on the table in shock when Harry ran his hand over my thigh from under the table. Harry smirked at my reaction as he took a sip from his drink and Styles shifted closer to me.

"Are you alright?" He frowned. He placed his arm around my shoulders and Harry's hand was felt on my thigh again.


I looked at Harry in confusion begging him to stop, but I didn't want to talk about that in front of Styles.

"I'm fine," I gave Styles a small smile as I slapped Harry's hand away under the table. He chuckled at me and shook his head.


"Oh my God, Teigh-Amo!?" A petite voice was heard from close to the table. I frowned and looked around, a gasp leaving my mouth once I saw one of my friends standing at the table.

"Sibrina?" I smiled. I stood up from the table and pulled her in for a hug. "I didn't know you'd be here in London," I chuckled at her.


"Well yeah I moved here a while ago!" She smiled once she released me from her embrace.


We stood there talking for a while when Sibrina asked me to continue the night with her at her apartment. I asked Styles if it was alright and he told me to go. I greeded him and Harry took, though Harry took longer to say goodbye due to his lips brushing against my neck. I finally pushed him away and he winked at me, for the millionth time that night! Sibrina and I were currently laying on her couch, watching a not so scary horror movie. Sibrina looked like she was half asleep, and the movie soon ended. I found my life replying in my thoughts, "How did I end up here?" I asked myself. I never thought I would have left my parents, I never thought I would have the courage to start over somewhere unfamiliar. But I liked the idea of a fresh start. Although, whenever I thought of a fresh start, Harry came to mind. He was part of my fresh start; we met on the same plane, and he lives close to me too. I could see myself becoming great friends with both him and Styles. I just hoped that Harry would never do what he did at the club again. Even though I denied his touch and his lips on my neck, and I won't lie and say I didn't like it. Because truth is, I did. But being as beautiful as Harry is, I knew he was a heartbreaker, you could see it just by looking at him. And I honestly didn't feel like getting my heart broken.

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