Prince Charming// Niall Horan

three

  After begging my parents for hours to not come with me, I get in my parent's car and put in the GPS the school's address and start driving to NYU. Today's my first day, as everyone's unpacking and getting to their dorms, I'm hoping to just walk around the school and look for my classrooms. My classes start tomorrow.

After waiting in city traffic for awhile, I finally get to NYU. I park the car in the first spot I see.

I get out and start to walk around, I see Starbucks and go to get something to eat and drink.

I cross the street go inside when I bump into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I say as papers fall on the floor. I bend down to help pick them up. We're both frantically picking up the papers, as I look up and see who I bumped into, we hit eachother's heads. I start to laugh a little and so does he.

"Sorry" I say again and we both stand up. "Here I'm so sorry, again." I can't stop saying sorry for some reason, I look up and see a very tall, skinny, long haired man, with eyes as green as an emerald.

"It's okay I wasn't looking." he says with a light tone and a smile.

We stand there for a moment eyeing each other. I decided to break that awkward silence.

"I'm Genevieve Smith." I say looking up at him.

He stares back, examine my face. I could feel my face turning red under his gaze.

"I'm Harry Styles." He says dimples showing along with a white, perfect smile. He continues to stare at my face. I look down embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you Harry Styles." I say and he laughs a little.

"Nice to meet you too, Genevieve Smith." I smile up at him. Only my parents call me by my full name. It sounds nice when he says it.

"Do you want help with anything? It's the least I can do for basically destroying your papers." I say and he looks down at me. I felt really bad for ruining his papers, it looked professional before I destroyed it. 

"Well, that depends, do you go to school here or are you a creep that wonders around?"

I giggle and look down, "No, I'm not a creep and yes I do go to school here. It's my first day actually."

"Well Genevieve Smith, it's your lucky day. I'll just wait for you to order and we can go on a tour around the school, how about that?" He says and I nod. He's so cheeky.

"I'd love that." I go order and wait with Harry for my coffee and food.

"So, Do you live here or did you move from somewhere Genevieve Smith?" He asks as we continue to wait for my coffee and food.

"I just moved here from a small town in Connecticut." I say as I grab my drink and food. Harry and I start to walk back to campus.

"Have you seen the city at night? " Harry asked

"No I haven't, I just moved here yester- actually this morning around one."

"Well aren't you lucky you bumped into me, Genevieve Smith. My boyfriend, Louis, and I are going out Friday for some fun, would you care to join us?"

I nod shocked that he's gay but I recover fast "sound great." Curiosity wins the best of me and next thing I know I'm asking Harry what's his boyfriend like.

He smiles a fond smile as he begins to talk about a man named Louis, as we cross the street back to the University. "He's small, so small it so cute, he has brown hair and these clear blue eyes that I've come to love so much." Harry gushes and I can't help but smile at how happy this man makes my new friend. "He's sassy, funny, smart and he can sing, don't tell him I told you that."

Harry blushes and I look at him "You really love him, I can tell. Sounds like you treat him like a king." I laugh a little when Harry laughs.

We continue walking around the university until Harry runs out of things to show me.

We exchange numbers and head out way.

I look at the time on my phone and notice that I have three missed calls from my mother and two from my dad, they probably think I'm doing drugs or planning to run away with some psychopath.

I get a text three seconds later saying "nice meeting you Eve. Is it okay if I call you that, it's too long and exhausting to keep typing Genevieve Smith? Ps it's Harry Styles."

I laugh as I read the text, like I said before he's a cheeky mess. I text him back saying "yes it's okay, call me that, Haz. Is it okay if I call you that? it's just too long and exhausting to keep typing Harry Styles." I send the text with a satisfying smile across my face. I find my car and drive back to hell.