Stuck in London

2. Nothing

I stormed out of the building, dragging my stupidly large suitcase behind me.

How could he do this to me? I thought we were doing so well. I had even thought that, due to our upcoming anniversary, he might propose.

I laughed bitterly at that thought.

Too late because he's apparently already engaged to some tall, British sex bomb.

Due to being so caught up in my fury and having to lug a suitcase through the rocky London streets, I did not notice the cluster of tables I was walking past. I also didn't notice as someone sitting at one of these tables stood up and scooted their chair out directly into my path.

The next thing I know, I'm stumbling back from the impact of the collision. It wasn't that hard of a blow so I probably would have been able to remain on my feet had it not been for the suitcase from hell. Thanks to evil thing, I ended up tripping over it backwards and landing flat on my back.

I laid there for a second, staring at the foggy London sky and took the time to reflect on the recent drastic turns my life had just taken. (I also had the wind knocked out of me, so I couldn't really move if I wanted to.)

A startled gasp broke me out of my depressing reminiscence as a woman's face came into my line of sight. As I blinked up at her in confusion, I realized she looked somewhat familiar.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, are you alright?" The woman asked, looking worried. She held out her hand to help me up.

After a couple seconds of hesitation, I took it and stood, brushing off my pants.

"I'm fine it's totally fine..." I trailed off and that's when I finally realized where I recognized her from. "Hey, aren't you Gemma Styles?"

I glanced over at the table she had just stood from where another familiar person was sat.

"And you're Harry Styles," I said in a shocked voice looking back and forth from one to the other. The sudden movements and the impact of the sidewalk with my skull caused me to get a little dizzy, so I pressed my palms against my temples to try to get the world to stop spinning.

"Oh, Harry, I think she hit her head. Do you think she's okay? Listen miss, why don't you sit down for a second?" Gemma said, ushering me to her previously vacated seat.

I followed her instructions wordlessly. She quickly took the seat to my right. The dizziness had faded, but there was still a little bit of confusion and shock.

"What's your name?" Gemma asked me gently, as if afraid the blow to my head had caused serious brain damage.

"Uh... Avery," I finally responded.

"It's nice to meet you Avery, I'm Gemma and this is Harry, but apparently you already knew that," she said jokingly, obviously trying to break some of the tension.

"Um, yeah, nice to meet you too?" It came out as a question since I was still shocked that I was sitting at a table with a One Direction member and his sister.

To try to clear my head, I looked around. I noticed that we were in the outdoor eating section of a small café. It appeared almost quaint, but simultaneously had an underlying air that made it seem high end.

I turned back and realized that Gemma had been saying something.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked, trying to act normal to make up for how weird I was probably acting at first.

If anything, my question seemed to make her more worried. "I just asked you how you were feeling," she repeated.

I reached up to touch the back of my scalp where I could already feel a bump forming. "I'm I little sore, but I think I'll live," I replied, attempting a joking smile that probably came out as more of a grimace.