Harry Styles' P.O.V.
"Thanks for asking how in doing. Kay, well pretty much everything in Made in the A.M. except for Perfect. I don't want that one. I want Perfect by Hedley."
I hear the girl in front of me say as I started heading down the stairs in the town square. She has an accent. American? Canadian? Doesn't matter but you can tell she isn't from here. I cant help but feel slightly offended when I hear her her say she doesn't like Perfect. I do fancy that one quite a bit.
"You know. 'Im not perfect but I keep tryin?'" I hear her sing. Damn. Shes got potential.
"Almost there. See you in a bit"
I can't help but wonder who's on the line with her.
It happened in slow motion to be honest with you. Just as she reached the last step she buckled the phone flying in the air as she collapsed.
'I hope she isn't one of those annoying fans who fake shit just to talk to me.' I end up thinking it.
Last week a girl saw me and pretended to fall just so I could help her up! Like what is it with people sometimes. But then again. She hasn't seen me yet.
"Are you okay?" I ask. Looking down at her. She has chocolatey brown skin and thick black hair. Striking blue eyes that pretty much take up half her face are adorned with long lashes. Shes pretty but not my type. What would the fans think?
Wait. Why am i thinking about this?! Shes a girl. A brown one to be exact.
I hear her mumble something.
"What was that?" I fond myself blurting
"Uh. Nothin. Its fine I got it. Its all g"
What does 'its all g" mean?
"You sure about that?" I say as she falls back down once more.
Leigh's P.O.V.
"Um. Yeah. Im good." I try to calm down. I suddenly feel self conscious and i feel my cheeks start to heat up. But i know for a fact that they will never turn red.
"Here just let me help you." Harry crouches down and helps me up.
Im being touched. By Harry Styles.
I grab my phone and tuck it back into my now soaking jeans and turn to look at him.
We make eye contact and I suddenly find my scarf very interesting.
"So where are you headed."
"Yah know. You don't have to do this. I can call my friend. He's At the theatre." i manage to choke out.
"Oh okay. I'm headed to the theatre too." He reaches a gloved hand behind his head and gives it a little scratch.
We slowly start to make our way to the theatre which is only like 5 minutes away.
Those five minutes were the most awkward and embarrassing of my entire life. Harry Styles had to drag my sorry ass for five minutes in complete silence. A part of me was pissed off since he should be the one making small talk. And fuck knows I could barely manage a single sentence without sounding like I was having a stroke.
As we reached the front door of the movie theater I awkwardly stood in front of him.
"So.... Here's the door." I mentally smack myself for stating the obvious. Harry raises his eyebrow.
I didn't know which was better. The fact that I can refer to him by his first name or the fact that he looks beautiful while raising his eyebrows.
I reach for the door and attempt getting inside.
"Don't you need help getting inside?" He asks.
