Childhood crush...

Chapter 2

Waking up in my own flat is such a surreal feeling. My walls may be empty and the lack of furniture is almost eerie, but it's mine, entirely mine. Plus my bed frame and kitchen setup will be arriving (hopefully) soon.
Rolling over on my mattress that is currently just resting on my bedroom floor, i check my phone. First going to instagram, I've gained a generous following with my fashion design posts, I could've never thought a measly instagram account i had started with no thoughts would land me a genuine job designing for a major brand in London. Standing up from my mattress i see that i have more texts than the normal of my mum and dad, lillian and a few other hometown friends. Then i saw it. A missed text from none-other than Harry. It takes me
three tries to fully read the message. It read 'Hey Elia! I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee this afternoon and i could show you around London?'
The simple message sent a flutter of what feels like
giant butterflies through me, i cant tell if it's happiness or anxiety. I quickly send a message back 'i'd love that.. what time? :)'
His message comes in scarily quick, '12:30? i can pick you up from your flat'
'Perfect... see you soon!' i rapidly type back checking the time. My phone clock shows me that it's 10:45 which switches the butterflies that were living in my gut to now be entire birds. I run into my kitchen and realize i literally have only granola which will do for breakfast but probably not for any other meal, i grab a sharpie and scribble 'Groceries' out onto my hand, i give it a second look, it's such a normal habit i've been doing since i was little then realize that it was harry who told me to start doing that because i was always so forgetful.
The memory filled me with sweet bliss, i didn't have time for sweet bliss.
I needed to get ready. I hop in the shower and multitask by brushing my teeth at the same time. I blow dry my hair while picking an outfit out. I go simple today, i put my favorite pair of large mom jeans on and match it with a nike crewneck i embroidered. I put on some gold necklaces and rings, do some simple makeup because i never learned anything fancy. I grab my tan jordan's and decide to keep my hair down. Right as i'm done Harry texts me asking for my address then after my replies tells me he's on his way, making sure to end his text with a smiley face. That little emoticon made my heart flutter.
Just sitting in my kitchen i hear a little knock on my door, thus bringing an entire zoo into my heart.
I feel like i forgot how to breathe. But I relearn how to breathe and open the door slowly, showing a smiley harry.
'Good morning Harry' i exclaim, then realizing i'm afraid it comes off too excited too see him. I step out into the hall and we fall into rhythm together. We have random conversations until we reach the coffee shop he claims is the best in all of England. Honestly any caffeine works for me so i don't argue with him.
After lots of walking around and talking about how life has been since we last talked he asks me if i want to meet up with the 'others'
I ask him what he means by the others and he explains his flat mates (the ones i saw at the airport) and the rest of the sidemen. Honestly... i need friends in London and they don't seem mean in their videos so honestly, why not, it sure will make my day interesting.