Letters To Juliet [Harry Styles]

~Juliet's P.O.V~

Oh. My. God. My Pen Pal is Harry Styles?! As in the Harry Styles that every girl fantasized about at my old school, the one in the band One Direction. I was never a huge fan, but you could say that I enjoyed their music. "Oh my god...." I manage to squeak out. Harry stands up quickly and stares at us wide-eyed.

"L-Lou...who is she?" He asks, walking closer. Zayn takes this as his chance to make a break for it and he runs up the stairs and we soon hear a door slam. So here I am....standing in One Direction's house with Harry Styles. I guess Louis is who all the girls called 'Tommo'. And Zayn must be Zayn Malik. You would think that I'd know more by listening to girls talk non stop about them..

"Juliet......can you excuse us please." Louis asks in what seems to be a scared tone. I nod my head quickly as they both walk into the kitchen.

I look around me, not really knowing where to go, and walk further into the living room. I sit down on the leather sofa where Harry was sitting just moments before. I hear distant whispers and I look down at my hands. I play with my fingers for what seems like a life time until I hear a noise.

I look up to see who I think is Liam Payne staring at me awkwardly. I stand up quickly and awkwardly smile. "Looooouuuuiiiiisss! Why is there a girl on our couch?!"

I giggle as I look at his confused face. "My name is Juliet." Apparently that's all the info that he needs because once I tell him this his face lightens up and he nods.

"Oh my gosh, so your the famous Juliet?" He questions. I give him an odd look.

"Excuse me, but last time I checked, YOU were the one that is famous." He nods and we turn our attention to the loud shatter that came from. I notice Liam wince and shake is head.

"Well that cant be good...." He trails and I nod in agreement.

Harry's P.O.V

I pull Louis by his arm and drag him through the kitchen door. I release him and lean against the counter and glare at him. "Oww dude, what was that for?" He whines as he rubs his arm in pain. I scoff and give him a nasty look.

"You know good and well what that was for." He sighs and stands infront of me with a sincere look on his face. He runs a hand through his hair.

"C'mon Haz, give me a bre-" I cut him off.

"No Louis, I am done giving you breaks. You went behind my back and brought a stranger into our home!" I shout in his face.

"Calm down Mate, she's not a stranger." I can feel anger rising for reasons I do not know of....or maybe I do.

"She is too a stranger! Do I know her? No! Have I ever met her? No! I don't even know her name for crying out loud!" He gives me this strange look. "What?" I snap at him.

"Her name is Juliet....you know.... your Juliet." I can feel my breath get caught in my throat.

"Wh-What?" I manage to choke out. "How?" He just smirks at me and walks towards the door, but stops to whisper in my ear.

"I have my ways Styles, don't mess with me." I get this weird shiver as his breath chills my skin. If that were to ever happen in an interview I swear people would have Larry Stylinson trending.

He strides out the door with that same play-full smirk on his face as I just stand there, stunned. That's her? The girl that I have been wanting to meet for the last two years of my life? The one that had become my best friend just through letters. What am I doing in here? She's just sitting out there...and with Louis! Oh my god the poor thing!

I rush out the door and straight into the living room. What I saw was the worst thing ever. Louis and Niall were on the floor rolling around for whatever reason. Liam is standing on the coffee table yelling over them to break it up, and Zayn is standing in the corner texting and not paying attention at all. What crawled up his trousers and died?

Finally my eyes landed on her. I knew it was her from just one glance. She's standing behind the couch, peering over at the crazy mess on the floor, and laughing. She's wearing a Bazinga shirt from the Big Bang Theory, black shredded shorts, and black combat boots. She has this scene/punk hair style going on that fits her perfectly.

I cough uncomfortably and all attention turns towards me...well all but Zayn's. I give a small, sheepish wave. "Hi..." The two boys on the floor go back to wrestling and Liam continues yelling over them. Juliet smiles and steps over the boys, making her way over.

"Hi, so I'm guessing your Harry..." I finally gain confidence and nod and give her a quick wink. She blushes and looks down. Cut it out Harry! You have Taylor! I sigh as I think about her....even though we aren't even dating. But I need my mind on one girl at a time. I turn my attention back to Juliet.

"That's me. Do you wanna get out of here?" I motion towards the ball of boys on the floor.Liam had somehow managed to fall into the middle of the fight thing and is now struggling to get out. Zayn is still being Mr.ImToCoolToHaveFunOrDoAnything and texting away in the corner.

She nods and follows me upstairs and into my room. I slowly shut the door behind me and block out the noises that are coming from downstairs. I turn my attention back to the girl sitting on the edge of the bed. I tilt my head in confusion as she shakes her head and laughs at me. "What?" I ask in utter confusion.

"Don't you think the fact that your Harry Styles would have been nice information to tell me." Well that was quick...

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