Real

Chapter 4

Harry's POV 

It was snowing. I've always loved the snow, it's beautiful. In the UK it always snowed but still was amazing to be able to see it.

"What?" She said.

"Your face". I said trying not to be so obvious about what I was feeling.

I didn't know who she was because I couldn't see her face clearly, the moonlight didn't show her face completely. But I felt really good with her, like I could be 100% myself with her and I didn't have to worry about what she would think.

"What about my face? I know I'm ugly. No need to say it." She laughed but I knew she was trying to hide something else with that smile.

"Sh, stop. It's not that at all you little dumb. Your face glowed just seeing the snow falling and it was beautiful to see. You're beautiful to see."


My alarm went off. It was time to get up and do my work out. I took a shower, put my sport clothes on and ate a light breakfast. 

I took my car and drove through the streets of London, there wasn't too much traffic despite the time. I parked near Hampstead High Street.

I started running through Hampstead High Street thinking about the dream I had. It was strange but I don't know, it was nice and I felt like I knew that girl. While I was thinking about it I felt butterflies in my stomach? Yeah come on Styles. You've never felt that butterflies thing. When I was turning at the corner I bumped into someone and the person fell to the ground. I looked down and it was a girl. Well done Harry, you just bumped into a girl and you made her fall. That's what happens when you're running and not really paying attention to your path.

"Mierda". She cursed in what I think was Spanish.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. Let me help you". I said.

"Ouch it hurt". She moaned.

"I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention while I was running." Great job Harry.

I took her gently by her arm and lifted her. "Are you ok? I'm really sorry." I said. I hope she's ok. 

I looked at her very carefully to see if she was hurt. Wow, she was really pretty. 

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

I looked down and her breakfast was all over the floor. At least she wasn't angry and punching me. I started laughed so loud.

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

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

"By bumping into you and make you fall to the ground? And not to say spilled your breakfast." I asked a little confused.

"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." She laughed.

I laughed. "You're weird but funny. And I see you're a fan, right?" No shit Sherlock. She just told you.

She made me laughed again. Beautiful and funny, that was hard to find.

"Yes, I am but not a crazy one." She smiled blushing a little bit. The little red on her cheeks contrasting with her golden skin made her even more beautiful than she was. She wasn't from here. I've never seen someone like her. I would have remembered for sure.

I 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." She said.

"Oh, that's a shame. Maybe another time?" I smiled but I won't lie, I was disappointed. What Harry? You hardly know this girl and you're sad because she said no to you. What was going on with me?

"Yeah, sure. Another time." She smiled. She had a beautiful smile.

Then I started running again and waved at her.

I ran a few miles more and then it hit me.

"Fuck! I didn't ask her name or phone number!" I cursed. "What's wrong with you Styles? This is great. This is fucking great!" I ruffled my hair nervously. "Maybe if I go back to the corner I can still catch her." Then what are you waiting for? I asked myself.

I started running as fast as I could, hoping I could catch her. When I reached the corner where we 'met' she wasn't there anymore, so I start running a few meters more and I saw her getting on a bus. I tried to catch her attention but she didn't hear me and the bus started to drive away with my hopes of seeing her again.

I walked back to where I parked my car and drove home. I couldn't believe I didn't ask her name and phone number. Wait? Why was I so mad I didn't ask a stranger - who turned out to be a fan - her name or phone number? This had never happened to me, but I don't know man, she seemed to be different. I needed to see her again. Somehow.

When I got home I took a shower, after all I had been working out so I needed it, and then chilled a little bit on the couch watching TV until I got a text from Paul asking where I was and if I had forgotten that we had an interview at 10 am. I looked at my watch and it was 9:45 am. Shit! I had to be there in 15 minutes. I texted him back saying I was on my way. How did I forget we had an interview?

I drove to the place where the interview was going to be held. I didn't know how I did it but I got there just in time. I didn't have time to change clothes and Lou didn't have too much time to do my hair, so she just tried to fix it a little bit.

The interview was fun. The old man kept us entertained with games besides the interesting questions he asked us. He was a good lad.

We went with the boys to have lunch together to a new place Zayn and Perrie had gone together. He said the food was really good there.

"Hey Harry, what's wrong? You seem a little distracted mate." Niall asked me.

It's just I met a girl, well basically made her fall to the ground and spilled her breakfast and I wanted to buy her a new breakfast because that's the least I could do. Besides she was beautiful and funny. Anyway, she said no and I told her another time then but I'm so brilliant I didn't ask her name and phone number. Did I mention she was a fan too? "No, nothing. Just thinking." I said. Niall looked at me not very convinced but he didn't ask anything else.

The lunch went pretty good. We always have a lot of fun around each other and Zayn was right, the food was really good. We stayed at the restaurant a couple of hours more just talking, making jokes and having fun.

When I arrived home I went on twitter to see if someone had tweeted about meeting me or something hoping I would find her, but there was nothing. Well maybe I should tweet her. Well sort of.

"To the girl I bumped into and spilled her breakfast. I know I said it a million times but I'm really sorry. You're really funny and I owe you a breakfast ;) I promise. Love H. xx"

I pressed 'tweet' and waited a few seconds, then went through all the replies to my tweet but I didn't find her. It was going to be hard but I had the feeling I was going to see her again.

I went to bed at 2:00 am after creeping on Twitter for hours. I had never done that before, not even when there were rumours about me with a girl or whatever. I was really tired and still all I could think about was her. I didn't want to date her, yet. I just wanted to get to know her and that she knows me. The real me, we could be friends and then see what happens.

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