DREAMER [l.s]

03

I woke up early the next morning to the sun shining in my face and a small smile ghosting my lips.

The weather seems to be nice and sunny today and maybe I could force Niall to go shopping with me today, but first I'll go to that cute little café around the corner of the hotel that I dreamt about and get Niall and I some breakfast.

Niall slept like a baby where he laid in his bunker and I quietly put on some clothes and my jacket. I decided to skip on the beanie since the sun was out but I could see that it was a little windy so the air will most likely be a little cold. England isn't exactly famous for being the warmest country.

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I opened the door to the little café and ruffled my hair into place from where it had been flying around some.

The café had white furniture with blue details and it looked lovely and cute, just as I likte it.

I ordered two sandwiches they had that I could take with me back to the hotel, a coffee for Niall and a tea for myself. I wasn't very fond of coffee because it always gives me a bad breath and often makes me feel nauseous.

I took the white bag that had the sandwiches and the tray with our mugs. Just as I turned around I felt my chest collide with someone else's and the tray with the coffee and tea fell right on the floor the liquid splashing around us.

"What the hell!?" the boy which I collided into screamed. "Watch were the fuck you're going." He said irritated, almost growling like a bear.

"I'm so sorry, oh my god." I apologized and quickly put my the bag with the sandwiches on a nearby table and grabbed a few tissues and started to put some over the now mixed coffee and tea on the floor and carefully dabbed the stranger's jeans that had gotten some of the mix on them.

"Stop that." He told me sternly.

I stood straight then and realized I still hadn't got a good look on the boy. His hair was hiding under the hood of a grey hoodie that had the text British Rogue besides his brown fringe that rested against his forehead. His eyes were a blue-grey colour and stood out from his tan skin, sharp cheekbones with a little scruff on his cheeks and chin. If it was possible I fell in love right there and then even though his angry frown was highly visible and I knew it was on me.

Instead of saying anything more or even moving I just stared at him. He was just so handsome and if I just hadn't irritated him so much I would've definitely asked him out.

After a few too many seconds of staring his frown started to change from an angry frown to a confused one.

"Did you fucking get something on my face too?" He asked and took up his phone that was laid in the front pocket of his hoodie to use the reflection as a mirror to see if I had in fact got something on his face.

"N-no." I stammered. If I didn't judge wrong the boy was maybe a couple of years older than me. I internally shook my head to clear it up and reached my hand out for him to shake. "My name's Harry, yours?" I asked nicely with the most innocent smile I could muster.