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NEW YORK CITY, 2017.
IT HAD JUST GONE PAST 7PM, and the street was bustling with people trying to get to Grand Central station, along with cars beeping their horns to hurry up within the traffic of rush hour.
Cereja Correia was one of said people rushing about to catch the subway back to her apartment in the Washington Heights, that she shared with her best friend, Abigail Madden, who she was currently on the phone to.
"The traffic is awful out here, and my train is delayed for another fifteen minutes. I'm going to be late." She said, carefully pushing past people.
"It's fine, it's not your fault the trains late." Abigail replied from the other end.
Cereja sighed, "I know but we'll miss our weekly watch of The Voice! And I've been waiting all week for it." She stated.
"I can tape it right now for us, Ce." replied Abigail with a laugh.
"Okay then, I'll see you in about an hour." Cereja answered, "Bye Ab— Oh shit."
Abigail furrowed her brows as she swept up flour that she had spilt earlier on, "Cereja are you alright?"
"I'll call you back." Hanging up the phone with wide eyes at her coffee that was now on the floor.
Glancing up at the man, who was staring right at her, she began to apologise but was cut off as he had taken the words right out of her mouth.
"I am so sorry." He said with a wince.
She shook her head at him, "No, no don't worry about it. Are you alright? I walked straight into you."
He chuckled, "I'm fine. Are you?"
Cereja sent him a sweet smile as she went to grab the coffee cup to throw it in a nearby bin, "All good. I'm sorry for knocking into you, it was my fault. I should of looked where I was going, considering it is rush hour and we are in New York."
"I can get you a new coffee if you'd like." He sent her a kind smile.
"Oh you don't have to." She responded, her eyes creasing slightly as he offered.
She couldn't rob him out of five dollars, though she definitely knew it wouldn't affect him in anyway because he was Harry Styles for God's sake.
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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, h. styles.
Fanfiction❝don't you call him baby, we're not talking lately. don't you call him what you used to call me.❞