Henry plied me with drink for the remainder of the night and we stumbled from the club after 2. ‘I want Maccccca’s’ I bellowed causing Henry to break into hysterics. ‘Okay b-babe’ he slurred ‘Let’s find some-somewhere to eat. I’d m-m-murder a burger’. We were wasted and unaware of our surroundings. ‘I think, I think we should call a taxi’ I suggested, the effect of the alcohol wearing off slightly. Y-y-yes I’ve the number for the Addison Lee. We’re s-s-saved!!!’ A joyous look spread the width of Henry’s face as he came to this realisation. I howled with laughter at Henry and his drunken antics. Although, we didn’t know each other long, Henry and I had become close, he acted in an advisory capacity when it came to my work as a model and swore when fashion week came around to hire me for a show. Henry was also someone I could trust and one of the few people I knew in London, we were like chalk and cheese, yet we clicked instantly. This was a welcome change from my lack of real friends back home, growing up I was not popular and deemed an outcast for my taste in music and the way I dressed. I had inherited my older brother, Matty’s, taste in music; I listened to Nirvana, Joy Division and Hole. I lived in band t-shirts and battered, old converse. For my 16th birthday Matty took me to get my nose pierced and for my 17th we got matching yin yang tattoos. He protected me and taught me it was okay to be different. By the time I had turned 18, I grew more attractive and lost the puppy fat I had been carrying. I still wore skinny jeans and t-shirts, but boys started to notice me more and some even asked me out. My sudden surge in popularity amongst the male populace in school saw jealous girls launch a hate campaign against me. I was taunted daily for my looks, some even putting my weight loss down an eating disorder. It was a dark time personally and one of the contributing factors in my move to London. During the ordeal I met a girl named Hannah, she showed me sympathy and we grew close and she became my very best friend. I loved her like a sister and her continued support saw me the tough time. Even though she is busy studying in Leeds, we keep in regular contact and she remains my main confidante. While I dress better now, I will always be that 17 year old grunger from Y/HT/N.
‘Hello, is this the Addison Lee? Heeeeeeelp we are stranded in Knightsbridge a-a-and we need some McDonalds!’ I could hear Henry’s thick Mancunian accent yelling down the phone. I grabbed it from his hand and began to speak ‘Hello, yes, sorry about my friend we’re in Knightsbridge outside Zuma.’ A man with a deep, London accent spoke back ‘Alright love, can you tell me where you’re headed?’ ‘We’re going to Kensington’ I replied quickly, the cold air taking hold of me. ‘Okay darling, someone should be there within the next 10 minutes’ the man stated. ‘Thank you, bye.’ Henry had found a step to sit on whilst I was on the phone, head in hands, alcohol clearly affecting him. ‘Henry’ I snorted, he looked up at me, a curious look on his face. ‘What happened with Mr. Harry Styles babe? Did he have his wicked way with you? You disappeared for a while.’ My face grew hot at the mere mention of Harry, ‘Oh, we- we were just taking you know. He’s a nice guy’ I countered. Henry looked at me knowingly, ‘He’s fit babe. If I had long, blonde hair and legs like yours I’d go for him too.’ I chucked and our taxi pulled up before I could respond.
Henry had up and left before I had even awoken the next morning, leaving a note explaining his absence. It read Hey Babe, thanks for last night, I was a complete mess. Sorry I rushed off; I have a meeting with a buyer in a bit and need to look fresh for it. Drop me a text and we can meet up for drinks later in the week. – Hen x p.s Get in touch with Harry Styles, for me!I couldn’t help, but laugh at Henry’s audacity; I hoped he wasn’t too hung-over this morning. I was too cosy in bed to leave, but the insistent ringing of my phone meant I had to get up and answer it. Who was calling me at 10.30 on a Saturday? A groan escaped my lips as I reached over to check the nightstand for my phone. Realising it wasn’t there, I huffed and swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded over to my wardrobe and snatched a random flannel shirt, shoving it over my head. I shivered without the heat that my bed provided, Goosebumps formed up and down my legs. Catching sight of the white iPhone on the vanity table I grabbed it, narrowly missing the call. Not giving the missed call much thought, I decided to go make some tea. I stifled a yawn as I crept down the sun lit hallway and made my way to the kitchen. I was in the process of boiling the kettle when the phone rang again. ‘Hello’ I answered. ‘Finally’ a gravelly, male voice responded, sounding relieved. ‘I thought you gave me the wrong number or something and that would have been mean’ he chuckled. Realisation soon hit ‘Harry?!’ I asked breathlessly. ‘Don’t tell me you forgot about me already, because I certainly haven’t forgotten you darling.’ Harry said cheekily. ‘Sorry, I just didn’t recognise the number is all. How are you?’ I replied, trying my best to avoid saying something stupid. Play it cool Y/N. ‘I’m very well, thanks for asking. How are you?’ ‘I’m good thanks. Not being rude, but why have you been calling me all morning?’ I questioned Harry, inquisitively. ‘Well, m’dear, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some breakfast and get to know each other a little better. I mean, we did snog last night love’. My mind flashed back to the events of last night, Harry’s large hands caressing my waist, mine caught in his silky curls. His lips were perfectly rounded and supple; I couldn’t believe how soft they were. I reached up to touch my lips trying to savour the memory. My daydream was cut short by Harry’s raspy tones ‘Y/N, Y/N! Are you there love?’ I snapped back into reality ‘Sorry, yes, I’d love to meet up for breakfast. When and where?’ While I could not see him, I knew Harry had a smile on his face ‘Excellent. I know a little cafe, Chamomile. Their breakfast is wicked!’ ‘Cool, I’ll meet you there round 11.15. Bye Harry’. ‘Okay love, I can’t wait to see you, bye’. He couldn’t wait to see me. Harry couldn’t wait to see me. I was like a schoolgirl whose crush just asked her out. I was walking on air and nothing could bring me down.
