Famous, Crazy & In Love. (Harry Styles & Barbara Palvin)

Charter 5

"What's the difference?" I asked him. "Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?"

"One is your choice, and one is not."

I closed my eyes and the book I was reading because the only thing that crossed my mind was him. I had been trying to get him out of my head by not calling him, working, cleaning, whatever that distracted me from him, but at the end of the day when I'd lay in bed, Harry was on my mind, and I'd wish I would have called him. Thinking he was my soulmate was crazy, but trying to deny my connection with him was crazier. What if he is my soulmate and I end up marrying another man? I wanted my soulmate and the love of my life to be the same person, but what I feared was: Was I the only one feeling this way?

It was 11:30 a.m. when I was thinking of all of that, having bubble bath. It was beautiful morning in London when suddenly, my phone rang, taking me away from my thoughts. I saw it was my mom calling me. I took my left hand off the water so I could pick it up and when I was going to answer it, my phone fell into the tub and disappeared in the bubbles. I screamed a big, "FUCK IT," when I was trying to reach my phone in the water but I could barely see, and when I finally took it out of the water, I tried turning it on, but it was too late.

I jumped out of the shower and ran to get dressed. I wore black skinny jeans and a cropped light blue jersey and converse, I didn't even try to tie my hair because it was a mess and I drove to the phone shop. When I arrived, I walked up to the counter where a short, red headed girl would attend me.

I tried to tell her what happened to the phone without sounding like an idiot, "Um... well, the phone is absolutely broken, you're going to have to buy another one, and we can transfer all the information you had in this phone to the new one." she said like she was apologizing.

"How long will that take? What will I do without a phone in that time?" I asked worrying, trying to pull my shit together.

"It will take from 3 to 5 days; we can offer you an emergency phone, but you can only call with it."

I was beyond upset and pissed at myself. "I'd love to take the emergency phone, thank you for your help." I said, forcing a smile.

I got a small flip phone and drove back home. It got so hot in a few hours I had to change my clothes for a white t-shirt, shorts and brown boots, and went to my meal with Lily in a cute white restaurant, with vintage walls, chains of lights hanging all over the ceiling above the wooden floor.

"Have you called Harry?" she asked as soon as we were in silence.

"No, I haven't had time." I said, looking at the food, acting like I didn't care.

She hit her hands against the table, looking at me with her wide open, light brown eyes. "And what are you waiting for?" she asked, whispering slowly. I didn't know what to say so I kept eating.

"Barbara, you don't fool anyone, you're not calling him because you feel attracted to him, not because you are not interested." She scolded me.

"Lily, I don't know what his feelings are toward me, it's been such a long time since I've really talked to him! Maybe he's not the same person I dated all those years ago." I told her the same sentence I have been telling myself since I met him again.

"He obviously is interested in you and you should call him to find out if he is the same person you met. You're wasting a good chance." I looked at the side and kept eating. She was right but I didn't want to argue about something I knew I was wrong about.

Later, I drove to Oxford, an hour and half from my house. I had a photoshoot in Blenheim Palace for Dior, and it was going to take me the whole evening. Everything was so luxurious and classic. I posed wearing three dresses. We finished the photoshoot around 9:15 p.m. and all I was wondering was when I would arrive home. I got to Oxford thanks to the signs, but it was getting darker, and a few roads outside the city didn't have a very good lighting.