Shipped to you (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Meeting Him.

Once i got off the plane and had my luggage I hopped in a cab heading for a hotel.
It didn't take long to get there because I use to live here and I knew the best and closest hotels.
Then when I got there I got my key card, hiked up to my room, and laid on the bed hating Allison.

Really? The one trip I really needed her on and she misses it. Typical Allison.

And she drank my vanilla bean frap!

The nerve.

I decided to go to bed early, seeing how I'd need lots to get through tomorrow.

Life sucks and then you sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Beep, beep beep," my alarm clock sounded.
"Shut up!" I groaned and hid beneath my pillow.
"Beeep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"
"OK FINE!" I yelled and slammed my fist down on the snooze, probably damaging the clock.
As you can see, I'm not a Morning person.

Dragging myself out of the comfy white sheets, I pulled out my suitcase from under the bed and I picked out some short jean shorts, black combat boots, and a black sunflowered crop top that was short enough to reach the waistband of the shorts but long enough so that my skin didn't show.
After that I braided my hair back into a French braid that ended in a ponytail.
After gathering and stuffing everything into my bags, I returned my key at the lobby and left.
I Whistled for a cab and immediately a yellow car pulled up.
I opened the door and gave the driver the address. He was older with grey hair, glasses, a mustache and wrinkles.
"Hello youngster, I'm 'Ole Fabio!" He grinned at me showing off his teeth. Or lack of teeth. He only had like five left.
"Faabeo?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No. Fab-E-O. As in Fabio."
"Oh. Well, I'm Kryn."
"Your name is Kryn? Wow, people have such weird names these days."
"Hey! Your name is Fabio!" I shot  back.
"Yep! Short for Fabiola!"
"What?"
"Some name ain't It!" He chuckled. Which sounded more like he was having an asthma attack.

The Cab Ride took sooooo long! Like what the heck! It isn't against the speeding law to go more than 13 miles per hour!
Though I did like the cab driver. Fabiola was cool. He had mints and Gossip magazines.

We finally, like at 7:30, made it to the house. Or mansion I should say.
The thing was huge!
It was white with columns surrounding the house and in front there was a beautiful garden! There were shrubbery and some water fountains and flowers and a pavilion!

Paparazzi and other filmers and reporters crowed the scene temporarily blinding me as they captured pictures of the cab, making it difficult to get my stuff out of the car.

"Wow. That's one mighty home there." Fabio whistled. Or at least tried to.
"Sure is," I agreed and handed him his gossip Magazine back.
"Bye now, have fun Karen!" He shut the door and sped away quickly leaving me with my bags.
"It's Kryn!" I called after him.

"Is it now?" A voice called from behind me.
Very manly.
Very British.
Dang it!