Kaya's POV:
I slowly walk up the driveway before already arriving at the huge brown door with colors placed around the glass.
I knock softly before peeking into a window; the house looks completely dark.
I hear walking and shuffeling before a tall boy with brown hair is standing in front of me. He has a gorgeous smile and beautiful green eyes. He's wearing low jeans and his chest is exposed showing an artwork of tattoos.
"Can I help you?" he says a bit out of breath with a bit of an accent showing through.
"Um...hi...um I am...Kaya...Kaya Hurs?" I say fumbeling over my words as my eyes wander around his body.
"Do I know you?" he says laughing and leaning against the door and I finally focus on what was supposed to be happening here.
"I live over there" I say awkwardly pointing towards my house and he smiles.
"Nice?" he says again and I melt against the tone of his thick British accent.
"My mom...she wanted me to welcome you" I say pointing towards the cookies before holding them out for him to grab.
"Thanks" he says smiling and his dimples show prominently.
"Y-yeah" I stammer and step back a little.
"I'm Harry, Harry Styles." he states placing the cookies in one hand then extending his other one for me to shake. I take his hand and he waits for me to let go as I overexagerate the length of our handshake.
"Do you...want to know? Anything?" I say trying to spark a conversation.
"Um yes - actually...The highschool? Where is it exactly?" he says laughing and I smile.
"Well I'm a senior there I could show you how to get there..." I say smiling, hoping he accepts.
"Sounds good" he says smiling again.
"Just come over tomorrow morning." I say beaming and nodding.
"Seven?" he questions and I nod while biting down on my lip to keep from my nerves overtaking.
"Okay" he says nodding and I continue to stand there "bye?" he says laughing and I nod again before stepping back again and turning.
"Bye" I say smiling and walking.
"Bye" he says again and I continue to walk towards my house.
"Bye" I say again and he shakes his head before shutting the door.
I run across the street and I rush inside to get away from the bitter cold.
"How'd it go?"
"What?" I say out of breath taking my jacket off.
"How is he?"
"Oh..nice boy." I state smiling.
"He must've been really nice" my mom says laughing and I roll my eyes before stepping into the living room where she is sitting on the couch reading a magazine.
"What's his name?" she asks staring down.
"Harry..I think he's from England" I beam and she nods interested.
"England?" she hums "wonder what he's doing here."
"He goes to my school"
"And you would know that because?" she says looking up from her magazine.
"He's coming over tomorrow morning so we can go into school together"
"But you go to school with Vienna?" she says curiously.
