Chapter 1
Amy's Pov
One sunny July summer day in London, England I was walking down the street making my way home I get I end up on the ground bumped by some random jerk, who also ended up spilling his drink all over me. I was on the ground still figuring out what happened since it happened so quick. The person I bumped into ended up in to being a boy, he seemed about the same age as me with curly brown hair, and beautiful green eyes, he was wearing a Led Zepplin t-shirt with a plaid button up. some how the curly haired boy looked familiar. I looked at his face wondering where I have seen him, but quickly stopped when I realized I was staring. The curly haired boy was concerned.
"Oh my gosh are you ok?"
"yeah fine thanks" I said as he helped me get up
"no need to thank me I just spilt my drink all over you.''
"Well thanks for at least acting like you cared."
"I do care, I feel like a jerk''
"Really?" Honestly I am not very used to people really caring about what they do to me.
"yeah, of coarse I do" The curly haired boy said then he gave me his button up shirt he was wearing over a t-shirt
"Oh I don't need to take this you will probably never get it back.'' I said taking off the shirt.
"No keep it on, If you are so concerned about it then, If you are not busy we can hang out for awhile and you can give it back when we are done."The boy seemed very proud of himself making the idea so I went ahead and said yes.
"I like the idea, but first before we go anywhere together wouldn't you want to be properly introduced?"
"Oh well yeah, My name is Harold Edward Styles but you can call me Harry.''
"My name is Amy Rochelle Valencia, and you can call me Amy. Nice to meet you." I said putting out my hand. We shook hands and from there the boy started walking except me to follow him.
"So how old are you?" he asked
"Eighteen."
"same." 'Wow i thought maybe this wouldn't be another bad day after all.' I thought That day we went for ice cream, got pizza, walked all over and talked. I found out a lot about him and he learned a lot about me. We were at an ice-cream place when we found out the most about each other. He has a sister, a mother, and a step dad, He loves to joke around. He is pigioned toed. (that explains why he bumped into me.) He loves music. He has been all over the world, 'touring' with his five best friends. "What do you mean 'touring'?"I asked.
"Wait, you really don't know who I am?'
"No. Am I supposed to?"
"Well I am in a famous band, One Direction, we sing that song What Makes You Beautiful. It is on the radio sometimes" i knew that I have seen this boy before! He seemed too familiar.
"He must think I am such an idiot!" i thought to myself. "Wow I feel kinda stupid, that shows how much I pay attention." i said and he let out a small nervous laugh.
"Well its ok we are just a boyband, and plus it is kinda nice knowing someone who is not being nice to me just for my fame."
"Do people really just use you for your fame?"
"It has happened"
"Have you lost any of your friends because of fame?"
"Well just a few, most are better than others.''
