I use to love weddings. As a little girl the thought of falling in love was something so thrilling and I waited till the day I'd fall in love. I realize now how foolish that was. I was 19 and had never felt it.
"Excuse me?" a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Wait..was that an accent I just heard? I looked up to see a man. In all honesty a quite attractive man at that. A curly haired, green eyed man to be exact.
"Um...anyone in there?" he said as he waved his hands in front of my face, pulling me out of my trance. Well that was kind of rude...wait why is he talking to me again? Confusion hit me suddenly. "Do you want to possibly, move? You're kinda in the way of the chicken love." I squirmed
at the use of the word "love". God, typical British idiot saying "love" at the end of his sentences. Please. Shit wait..I'm in his way? Oh god, move Juliana! I scrambled out of his way without taking my eyes off him. Jesus, he was attractive.
As my eyes lingered he looked up and I quickly glanced away before he realized I was staring. I flushed as I saw a slight smirk from him. He knew. Without a second thought I dropped my plate and walked away as fast as I possibly could.
Hours passed since my encounter with the curly haired beauty. I didn't realize why I was so enchanted by him, he was rude. Plain out awful, but yet, here I was spending this time thinking about him. I wanted to leave this awfully planned wedding. Nothing sounded better then being in bed right now, curled up with a good book and hot coco.
"Ah. The chicken girl." his voice suddenly spoke up next to me. I turned around, as his green eyes stared back at me. I nodded trying to stifle a giggle..did he just call me "chicken girl"?
"Its Juliana, actually."
"Harry." I gently nodded my head acknowledging his answer. "You ran away pretty quickly after I caught you staring, I couldn't introduce myself." My jaw slightly dropped, and I was sure my face was a deep shade of pink. Stunned by his bold response I couldn't think of anything to say.
"I..um..no I wasn't running" I nervously laughed off. He smiled at me making his deep dimples prominent and sending me shivers in return. God, he was beautiful. He opened his mouth to speak as he turned his head, his eyes raking the girl's body down and up. Is he fucking kidding me? Wow.
"I'll catch you around then?" He stuttered and he was off chasing down the tiny little blonde bitch.
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Alive- Harry Styles Fanfic
FanficJuliana McCarthy, a 19 year-old girl who is sure of what she wants, she's bright and determined. She had never fallen in love and hadn't planned on doing so either. She was thrilled for college, all she wanted was to meet new people and feel somethi...