My sneakers tapped along the pavement, the cold wind brushed along my skin forcing my whole body too cringe. I continued to walk north in the pitch darkness of London, I spotted a small coffee shop; I jogged until I got to the coffee shop. I quickly opened the glass door attempting to escape the wicked wind. The heat from the coffee shop rushed over face face, the feeling was glorious. I stood in line to get a hot beverage. I stepped back into a tall boy with dark brown curls and emerald green eye. "I'm sorry" I pleaded, the nameless boy chuckled. "Sorry love, let me buy you a coffee" the boy chuckled at my clumsiness. I stood next to the tall boy that insisted on buying me a drink. "What's your name?" I managed to choke out of my shyness. "Harry, and yourself?" Harry giggled like a little boy. "Louise" I smirked up at the boy who toward over me.
I sat at the table sipping my coffee, I swayed my foot under the booth. "Uh, how old are you?" Harry smiled at me nervously. "I'm twenty, going to be twenty-one soon" I leered back at him. "Do you live on your own?" Harry questioned me. "Yeah, I have a apartment not too far from here" I giggled at his nervousness. "You can stay over if you want" What was I thinking, inviting a complete stranger to come sleep in my house. He could be a murder or a rapist, what did I just get myself into? "That sounds great, we'd better get going" Harry beamed with excitement.
I walked out of the door Harry following closely behind. It finally hit me, I knew who Harry was. He was in that boy band. I wasn't going to bother saying anything about it too him, I just know he get sick of all the people pretending to be his friend just because he's famous. It was absolutely quiet. We didn't say one word to each other the whole walk too my apartment. We marched up the metal staircase side by side. "You can sleep in the guest room if you'd like, or in the living room" I said tossing my coat on the counter opening the fridge. "Make yourself at home!" I yelled through my echoing apartment.
I sat on the couch next too Harry, I bet he was scientifically perfect; he had the most perfect nose. His eyes are so vibrant and angelic. "What are you watching?" I said smiling up at him. "Uh, Titanic" he smiled at me. "That's my favorite movie!" I stated loudly. "Really? me too" He asked, I've never seen someone get so happy over my opinion. I scooted closer too Harry, he always had the most innocent look on his face. Something told me he wasn't sweet and angelic though.
The movie was nearly over, my head rested in the crook of his neck. His head rested on the top of mine. "Will you sleep right here?" Harry mumbled quietly. I nodded my head. I grabbed my throw blanket from the top of the sofa. I spread the blanket over the both of us. I know we just met a few hours ago but, I know this friendship is going to last. I slowly blinked my eyes, soon enough. They wouldn't open again.
I opened my eyes slowly, Harry's arm wrapped around my waist. I snuggled the closest too Harry's body as possible. I felt Harry giggle. "What?' I giggled back. "You're cuddly" Harry barely opened his beautiful eyes. "Do you have work?" I asked. "No, I have the weekend off" Harry removed his arm from my waist. We both stood up from the couch stretching. "Want too go get breakfast?" I asked Harry. "Lou, it's 1:30" Harry laughed. "Lunch?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure babe" Harry said.
I was nearly still half asleep, we walked into the packed cafe. We sat in a booth across from each other. "What can I get you lovely couple?" the waitress with stringy blond hair asked. "Can I have some cereal?" I asked rubbing my eyes. I could hear Harry giggling across the table. "What I'm tired?" I grinned at the perfect boy. "We'll have two number four's" Harry said pointing at the menu.
We walked back too my apartment, it was nearly three o'clock. "Do you want to stay over again?" I questioned Harry. "Sure" Harry smiled interlocking our hands. What are we? Are we together? Harry was one of the nicest people I'd ever met. He was sweet, cute, and funny. Everything a girl could want. Which just about every girl on the planet wanted him. "How's the band?" I asked bubbly. "They're good" Harry looked at the floor. "Harry, I'm not going to like you because your Harry Styles, I like you because you're you and you don't judge me for who I am" I told him with a serious yet happy tone. "Thank you" Harry said kissing my forehead.
