Real

Chapter 3

It was him. It was definitely him. Harry Styles. The boy who has taken my breath away and breaking my heart when it had been rumoured to be dating someone for the past 4 years. 

Harry took me gently by the arm and lifted me. "Are you ok? I'm really sorry."

His piercing emerald eyes were looking at me intently, it was like he could see my soul, he could see through me.

"Yee-aah. I'm f-fine." I managed to say. "But I can't say the same about my breakfast."

He started laughed so loud. I've always loved his laugh.

"You're really funny for someone who has been hit by an idiot running carelessly." He smiled.

"Yeah, maybe the idiot made my day better." I smiled shyly.

"By bumping into you and make you fall to the ground? And not to say spilled your breakfast."

"No, by finally meeting you. It wasn't my ideal way to meet you but hey, no many people can say Harry Styles bumped into them and said sorry millions of times." I laughed.

He laughed. "You're weird but funny. And I see you're a fan, right?" 

I have made Harry laughed twice. This was heaven.

"Yes, I am but not a crazy one." I smiled blushing a little bit. I couldn't believe I was having an actual conversation with a guy without being nervous or stutter. And that guy was Harry Fucking Sex God Styles. Can I get a hell yeah?

He smiled. "Can I buy you breakfast? Since I spilled yours."

"No, it's ok! Don't worry, I'm a bit late and gotta keep going." Jesus Belle! You have Harry in front of you and all you can say is that you have to go? Really!?

"Oh, that's a shame. Maybe another time?" He smiled but there was a disappointed tone in his voice? Yeah sure Belle, is only your imagination.

"Yeah, sure. Another time." I smiled.

Then he started running again and waved at me. He looked hot in sport clothes. He always looked hot.

"No breakfast for me then." I sighed.

I started walking my way to finally do what I had planned. I asked in all the shops, restaurants, cafes there but nothing. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. But I wasn't giving in. No way.

I took a bus to get to the University of Westminster's Regent Street Campus to check my Uni stuffs and since it was closed to Oxford Street I was going to go there to take a break but I could ask if they needed someone in one of the thousands shops that were there anyway. And then had lunch too.

When I arrived at the campus I was really lost. I've never been there and I was starting to get a liiiittle afraid. All I had to do is ask for directions, that was all.

I headed to what I assumed was the main office and asked a middle aged lady where I could pick up my timetable and I had to check some international student stuff. She was very kind and she took me to a big office where I talked to a man who gave me my timetable, checked some things about my legal documents and other boring stuff. When everything was ok and I was good to go my phone started buzzing so I thanked the man and said goodbye. I looked at my phone and it was my mum. Fuck this call would be expensive, why didn't she iMessage me or FaceTime me? It would have been cheaper for her. Whatever.

"Hi mum, how are you?"

"Belle! I was so worried about you. You didn't call!" She said a bit louder than I would have liked.