“I’ve never been this bored, God. Where the hell is Marcus?” Des complained when she reached the first floor of the building. Seems like no one heard what she said, so she shouted, “OKAY! I’M GOING OUT, BYE!” the other members of their gang, the Gamma, just looked at her and then returned to minding their own business. She then walked towards the front door and walked to Taco Bell. The city of dreams, London, a place where there is something in the air - a city of lights - a city of fashion, glamour and romance - a heartbeat of young and old alike.
“I know your eyes in the morning sun, I feel you touch me in the pouring rain, ♪” A guy wearing a grey beanie, with two tacos in his hand and a premium mocha iced coffee on his other hand was singing with slight actions outside Taco Bell. He looks funny and all, except, he hit Des and spilled his drink on her sweater.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL—“
“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. Seriously, I’m sorry,” the guy said, great horror in his green eyes.
“Oh my God, I’ll never forgive you. You’ll regret this, you cunt.” She said checking her sweater.
“Why the hell are you so mad? It’s just a sweater.” The guy said wiping her sweater with a tissue.
“It’s just a sweater?! What the—“ she lift her head to see the face of the guy who spilled a premium mocha iced coffee on her special sweater. “YOU?!” she shouted with a shock expression. Actually, they’re both shocked to see each other. “Wow, great!” she faked a smile. “Wait in here, I’ll be right back.” She went inside the Taco Bell while the guy obediently waited for her outside.
She finally arrived with a pink lemonade freeze and asked, “Hey, what’s your name again?”
“Harry,” he smirked. “Harry Styles”
“It’s nice to meet you again, Harry Styles.” She said, tiptoed, and grabbed his beanie then spilled the pink lemonade freeze on his head until the cup was empty. “Hope it will be the last. PS: Your beanie’s mine now.” She winked and turned her back.
“Crap.” Harry groaned to himself and took off his black and grey hoodie jacket, revealing a white v-neck shirt. “Des,” he grabbed her right arm.
“What now?” she turned back. He lifted the upper part of his shirt to wipe his face, revealing his lower torso. “Sweet Lord,” She felt like choirs of angels were singing Hallelujah soprano-high, that she can feel tightness in her chest, “Hallelujah” she sighed.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked. She just surprisingly blocked out and worse, her nose is bleeding.
He doesn’t know what he should do, so he brought her into the hotel where he’s currently staying. It’s actually a suite room. Massive mattress, 32 inches TV, couches, a really comfortable place. Bright, spacious, feels like heaven when you’re there. (a/n: Picture of Suite in multimedia)
Harry was about to lift the left arm-part of Des’ sweater when she opened her eyes, “No, don’t. Where the hell am I?!”
“You’re in my place. You blocked out and your nose was bleeding. You should thank m—“ Harry said calmly but was cut off.
“I don’t give a shit, sorry. I must go.” She said and walked towards the door.
“Nope, not that fast.” Harry grabbed her right arm.
“Ouch! Fine, thank you!” She shouted and grabbed her arm back.
“Naah, a date’s fine with me. Tomorrow, Arbutus, 7pm, I’ll meet you there.” Harry smirked.
“WHAT?! NO!” Des argued.
Harry stood up and opened the door and pushed Des, “You can go out now. Bye.”
