It Just Happened

I never had been the one to trust quickly, it took time for people to earn it.

Then there was him.

His eyes just shone with a light innocence that screamed, "I would never do anything wrong." His lips were soft with a sleepy trust, and his curls draped his face like a curtain attempting to keep the main act a secret. He was the image of pure....truth. He was the sun, breaking from the clouds on a foggy day. He was the first drop of rain after a drought in the desert. He was the first daisy to bloom in Spring.

Perfect was just a word held up to comparisons. Perfect wasn't an adjective that I believed to exist. Yet there he stood, surrounded by his friends, laughing as they decided where to go. He ruffled the chocolate curls atop his head, shaking them with his hands and swiping the front curls to the right side of his face. I could feel my face burning as he grinned, probably at a joke his friends had made. Dimples poked prominently from his cheeks, a childish feature. My whole world seemed to flip as the green orbs caught my stare. This...this angel had seen me, standing farther down the sidewalk, waiting outside of a store that my friends had decided to look into. His steps were like atomic bombs as he approached me, him cocking his head slightly, his friends watching him walk with confusion evident in their expressions. I looked away slightly, him getting closer and the nerves racking my knees. I could smell a light tinge of cologne eminating from his body, which now was directly in front of me.

"Hullo." A thick British accent changed the greeting slightly, his deep tenor flowing like a whisper. I swallowed quickly before opening my mouth.

"Hi."

Smiles broke across each of our faces, knowing that we had not ruined anything yet.

"What's your name?" He questioned, cocking his head to the left with his dimples standing prominent. I was quiet, feeling as though I forgot what I was called...

"I'm Asia," he smirked, probably noticing how nervous I was feeling. I looked to him expectantly, waiting for him to label himself. "And you?" I gestured to him expectantly with a light chuckle.

He looked shocked at the question. "I'm Harry...Harry Styles," the name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

At this moment, my friends exited the store with their bags, Gabby freezing in her tracks once she looked up to see who I was talking to.

"Oh...my...g-g-god."