Flutter |h.s|

02

Grace

London is absolutely beautiful. It's honestly very reminiscent of Manhattan with all the crowds and tourism. Only everyone is driving on the opposite side of the road and most of the buildings look super ornate and aren't a million stories tall.

Everyone is dressed super nice too. I've noticed how most people had a very business casual style. The tourists are very easy to spot out, including us. But that's okay since I'm not trying to act like I live here.

Walking everywhere was definitely a lot. If it wasn't for our dinner reservations, I would totally be making my way back to the hotel to go to sleep and it's only 8pm. It's been a long day though. We've seen a lot of tourist attractions today. We somehow managed to walk all over the city, only missing a few popular places to see. I think tomorrow is a museum day though.

Holly was very impressed with all the photos she's taken so far, and I have to agree, they look amazing. It's probably impossible to take a bad photo of London, but they look especially good. And I've gotten so many nice shots of us and of the city. Even though, I might switch to the janky camcorder I brought because I can't watch back my stuff yet since I'm recording on film.

I look over at the camera in Holly's hand, smiling as she shows me the pictures she took. This street is empty since it's more of a side street. We're just blindly following Elias as he leads us to our dinner.

As I'm pointing to a cute photo Elias took of Holly and I on the camera, my body hits what feels like a wall. The camera in my hand flies out, making its way to the ground. But a large hand catches it before it could shatter into a million pieces. When I look up to thank the person and apologize for running into them, my heart stops.

"Sorry 'bout that." he apologizes, even though it was totally my fault for not paying attention.

He's handsome. Correction, he's godly. Even though it's dark out now, he has big black sunglasses on. His black hoodie is pulled over his hair and he's wearing a long green jacket over it. His moustache is grown out and there is some slight facial hair around his jaw and chin. He doesn't want to be noticed.

This can't be him. That's way too random. But the smile he offers is a dead give away. Holly shaking my arm slightly brings me out of my shock. Oh god, I'm staring.

I look down at his hand around my camera. It's so big the whole thing fits perfectly in one hand. My eyes travel back up to his face as he pushes his sunglasses back onto the top of his head, his green eyes beautiful in the moonlight. They only confirm it is who I thought.

I bumped into Harry Styles.

"No, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking at all." I rush out, shaking my head. "Really, this was one hundred percent my fault."

He just smiles more, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. "Well I should have been paying attention too, to avoid bumping into you." he corrects, looking deep into my eyes. "I'm Harry." he says, putting his hand out in between us.

Maybe it's the intense eye contact, or the fact that there's a celebrity standing in front of me, but there's a flutter deep in my belly. This whole day has to be some type of fever dream or something.

"Grace." I finally speak up, shaking his hand. His hand pretty much swallows mine since it's so big. It's warm. He looks over to my left with a quizzical brow. My head turns and sees he's looking at Holly and Eli. "Oh, this is Elias, my brother and Holly, my friend." I introduce to him, and he goes to shake their hands as well.

"Nice to meet you both. Harry." He greets them with a polite smile.

Holly nods shaking his hand, her wide eyes giving away her shock at the scene in front of her. "I know." she stumbles out, her cheeks immediately turning red. "I mean, nice to meet you too."