Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

It was 2 pm on a summer day in London. I had just gotten done meeting with one of my best friends- Tylor. I met him when I first moved out of the states and into my flat last year. He was my next door neighbor, and though very attractive, to my dismay he was gay. Too bad, he was tall, muscular, and had that oh so sexy British accent. Oh well, I still loved him to death and he protected me like an older brother would. We had met up with each other at the local coffee shop so that I could sketch and draw his amazingly handsome features (as he so puts it). He was such a good model taking his hand and placing it under his chin as he put on a rather sarcastic thinking face. Basically the time was filled with constant giggling and goofing off. I was in desperate needs of drawing something though… or in this case someone. Mainly because classes didn’t start at my art university for two months, it was killing me. Either way, I accomplished getting his face done. It looked decent, not my best work but my shading was impeccable as usual. Tylor though, always impressed with anything I draw, loved it and wanted me to frame it once it was finished. I rolled my eyes with a smile and we departed. I was walking through the noisy London streets wearing my loose white blouse, jean shorts and black combat boots. I felt cute today, even though my hair was sloppily put into a bun and I just had mascara and Burt’s Bees chapstick on. I was glad I wasn’t wearing much dressing today since the weather was balmy and I still had another 15 minutes until I reached my little flat. I really had no idea what my time was going to be spent doing for the rest of the day, so I started pondering what I was going to do when I got there. I started speeding up my pace to get home quicker when… CRASH.

I, being a horrific clumsy person had tripped over a fucking flower pot and unfortunately plummetted on someone pretty hard. I could feel pain in my ankle as I’m sure the person I was currently laying on top of was too. My cheeks started burning as I slowly looked up nervously. As I gazed, my vision was filled with a person, guy most likely since his chest was flat and muscular, covered in curly brown hair wearing a pair of black sunglasses, and a rather distinct bone structure within his face. His dimples were so deep, you could fill a roll of quarters in them.

After for what seemed like forever, he spoke in such a raspy accent which I adored, “ ‘ey love, you mind moving your knee? Kind of crushing my nuts as we speak.”  

My cheeks were burning like I lit a huge fire and buried my face in the ashes. I rose up quickly, heart beating rapidly as I checked my crash victim’s condition.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz!” 

“I’ll say. However it wasn’t too bad since your tits felt mighty nice against my chest.”

A disgusting smirk was wiped across his face. I raised my eyebrows and continued bashing myself for my horrible coordination skills.

“Right, well anyways I best be going, sorry for… ermm yeah.”

I really just wanted to get home and smother my face in a pillow.

“Awe, it’s alright love, you’re not the first one to clumsily fall on me for my attention.”

God he was arrogant, and his remark did not seem surprising to me. He really was attractive. Grant it, I have a soft spot for guys who are actually taller than me, I being 5’8, and when they have longish brown curly hair. But that is besides the point, he was cocky and I really did not want to deal with him. 

Before I could say anything he spoke, “So what’s your name, love?”

I hated his accent, it was so freaking sexy and seductive. 

“Errr… Charlie. Yours?” I asked him rather nervously. 

“Wait you don’t know who I am?” he asked in a rather shocked tone.