It started in a bookstore H.S

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Winter is a shy girl who enjoys being by herself, she feels being by herself lets her fully focus on her true passion. Writing. Even though her friends tell her she needs to go outside more and experience things a normal 19 year old would, she just doesn't see the need for it.

Everyday Winter tries her best to go to her favorite bookstore called 'jingles books'. Ever since she moved from her small town BakeWell in Derbyshire Susan the owner of the store has helped Winter with anything and everything.

Its almost 2pm and Winter grabs her journal full of stories she's written since she was 15, she also grabs her favorite book Romeo and Juliet. As she gets closer to the normally quiet bookstore she notices a lot more people inside, she feels happy for Susan as she needs some more business to make ends meet but she's also angry, this was her bookstore. She went here when she needed to get away, why are so many people inside?

Winter enters the store, that usually smells of vanilla and fresh books but now its a mix of people and mint. She cringes at the smell earning some glares from the people around her. She weaves her way to behind the counter to ask Susan what was going on.

"Hey Susan, what's with all the people?" Winter asks gently seeing as Susan looks overworked and tired.

"Oh Winnie! Some pop star posted that this was his favorite shop and now people are coming like crazy, don't get me wrong its great but im so worn out. We close in 4 hours and more people keep coming in!" Winter smiles at the nickname that Susan has given her, and rubs her back trying to comfort her and she offers her a small smile which Susan returns then shuffles away, probably to fix something or to clean.

Winnie glances around the store and sees a semi-clear path to her favorite spot in the store. its a circle window with the bottom covered in a cushion, with a pull out table. Sometimes when Winter has writers block she will just stare outside the window and watch the world go by, while listening the sweet sound of nothing. She begins to make her way over to her spot when suddenly she runs into a torso, making her drop her book and journal, papers going all over the floor.

Winter starts to stutter apologies feeling flustered and embarrassed by her clumsiness, she rushes to floor and quickly picks up her papers making sure none rip or get trampled on. The mysterious torso is now helping her pick up her things and is chuckling while Winter is still apologising.

"Seriously, I am so so so sorry!" Winter stammers while standing up looking for her book. She looks at the man and sees he is holding her book and reading it as if its the most interesting thing he's ever seen. Suddenly he looks up to her and their eyes meet, green on brown. Winter studies this mans face and realizes that she bumped into the one and only Harry Styles. Her face must show this shock as the man- Harry starts to chuckle again.

Suddenly the bookstore goes quiet and its only Winter and Harry, she knows she has to say something but she cant. She is frozen in place and probably blushing like an idiot.

"Do you like Shakespeare?" He questions tilting his head at the question like a dog. Winter chuckles to herself noticing this, she has always been told that she notices the small things that no one else does, maybe this is because she hardly sees other people or she is just really observant.

"Like? I love him!" Winter realizes she must sound like a child who just got permission to play on the playground for 5 more minutes, she clears her throat and tries to act natural...like she doesn't speak to the same three people daily.

"Really? Why? I find his work to be super complex when it does not need to be, in many of his works he uses racism and gives sexist roles to women and he is overrated." Winter is taken back by this, she is talking to a celebrity about William Shakespeare, but he hates him?