Positano and the satisfying Switch

Ch. 1 - Better on the floor

Look, kids. Take it from me.

Stay in school.

If I hadn't I wouldn't have had the opportunity to house sit for my professor who had this beautiful but quaint condo in Positano, Italy.

Quite the little bean of a condo overlooking the coast.

Modest view  right?

Anyways I settled in on Saturday night and decided to take a walk to find a bite to eat.

Luckily I found this cafe just before it closed.

So now, I'm currently sitting on this low brick wall with half a sandwich in my lap while waiting for my mum to give me a ring.

I started to worry for a moment because I'd recently switched phone service and I wasn't sure if she remembered that my number had changed.

I was about to call her up just to get the phone call out of the way when I glanced up to see the gelato shop across the street.

I didn't fully recognize the two figures leaving the shop and crossing the street until my phone rang.

"Zayn Javaad Malik?! Why haven't you been answering your phone???"

I didn't respond.

Because at that very moment I realized that those same figures I'd noticed before were that of Harry Styles and Olivia Wilde.

Walking towards me.

At that very moment.

Like, right now!

"Ma...ma. Let me call you back" I said ending the call abruptly. I'll likely pay for that later.

Okay. Let's get this out of the way.

Two things you need to know about me.

1. I love Harry Styles
   2.  I LOVE Harry Styles

I've been a fan since 1D days and I've become a massive fan of his since he branched off on a solo career.

And I know Harry loves Italy.

I also know he's on a break from tour.
So please don't ask me if I've fantasized about running into him during my trip.

Cause the answer is yes.

I'm trying to play it cool but I'm practically breaking my neck trying to see what flavor gelato they chose.
(Is that weird?)

Maybe it is but by the looks of it he chose Pistachio and she chose something cream colored. Probably something basic, like vanilla.

I tried to seem as inconspicuous as possible but I think he saw me staring.

So I stood up and tried to do anything to make it seem like I wasn't totally losing my shit.

Window shopping?
Yes.
That's what I was doing.
If anyone asks, I'll say I was window shopping.