After a two hour drive, we arrived at the most breathtaking mansion ever. A man came over and opened my car door for me.
"Please, follow me. We have hired England's most famous chef to cook. Just for you," he said. My stomach growled loudly.
The man opened a door into the biggest dining room I had ever seen. The architecture was simply amazing! There was a huge table in the middle, where there were plates upon plates of food waiting for me. I sat down in a chair and had a look at my choices:
Beans
Beans with rice
Beans on toast
Beans with egg
Beans with bacon
Beans with apple pie
Beans in a pumpkin
Bean pie.Naturally, I chose the bean pie. I started shovelling food into my mouth (I'm quirky like that okay), until the most beautiful man I had seen in my life walked in.
Oh. My. God. I had finally found who I wanted to run through a flower field with and dance in the rain with. It was this man.He sat down across me. He gave me the most dazzling smile ever.
Somehow, I managed to muster up the courage to speak.
"Who are you? And what am I doing here?" I asked him.
"I'm Harry Styles. And you're here because I see something in you that nobody else does." He flashed me that breathtaking smile again.
"W-what do you see in me?" I was almost too scared to ask.
"You're not like the other girls of your generation. You're different. You don't care about the superficial stuff. You want to create deep, meaningful bonds," he explained. I sighed dreamily.
He stood up. "Come," he said and held out his hand. "I'd like to show you your room."
I took his hand as a cute smirk crept up his face. We walked towards a hallway, unknowing of the adventures that were about to come.