Maya's POV:
OMG! I can't believe it. Tatum showed me a poster of One Direction. I recognized him, Harry. Is he....? No, he can't be. I like One direction, a lot. And I always though the boy with the beautiful brown curls was adorable. And the boy with the black hair, gosh he's sexy.
Tatum went off, don't know where. Maybe I can get on with get, I'm just not that good at making friends.
She told me the one with the curls and the one with the bieber haircut with the parting on the wrong side are best friends?
Just like my Harry and Louis?
Then my phone buzzes. I'm still in my pj's.
H: Harry M: Maya
H: Babe, up already?
M: Just got up, how are you?
H: I'm fine :) U?
M: Same, off to Stabucks in a minute, I need coffee
I really need coffee, it's something a girl needs in the morning. And Starbucks is amazing.
H: I can't get there now, I'm with my friends. But later today, you can come to our place if you want?
M: Tell me the adress, I'll be there in at 3.
He tells me the adress and he says goodbye, then I think again.
Was it the right thing to do? But if he really is the Harry on that poster, that would be amazing to know him.
No, I'm not using him for his fame. I would meet him even if I didn't know he's famous.
Wait, who says I can trust Tatum? Maybe she's just lying, I don't know her at all.
But I've seen Tatum, and she wasn't lying, she was way to relaxed and happy. And the poster....
STOP THINKING MAYA!
I walk to my close and put on some clothes. Red shorts with a brown belt, black heels and a white black striped shirt. I lvoe this combination. I'm happy it's summer, I love the summer!
I close the door behind me and walk downstairs, out of the hotel and put on my big sunglasses. I bet I looked like a celeb. I always wanted to be one, but I'm just one of the millions of girls who want to become a popstar.
I walk down and search for a Starbucks. There need to be one nearby...Ah ,there.
I walk to the Starbucks and take out my phone, setting my time on London time and then walk to the desk,
"And what can I get the lovely lady" the boy says and I chuckle. "The lovely girl wants a frappuchino caramel, please" I answer and he winks. "Haven't seen you before here, what's your name?" he asks and smiles while making my drink.
He's beautiful. Brown hair and blue eyes. He's sexy, wearing the tight, black starbucks shirt. He's muscular and tanned. He could be a model, but no, he works at Starbucks.
"Maya" I answer and he hands me the drink. "So, you're new?" he asks and looks behind me. No other costumers.
"I'm a singer, I'm performing here in London soon, I'm originally from the Netherlands and came here for rehearsals." I say. STUPID! Maybe this boy is a....don't know what.
I always tell to much about myself! I have to shut up!
"Haha, alright. My name is Thomas, work here for 1 year now and know almost every costumer. Now I know you too. Nice to meet you Maya" he says and lift up his hand, I shake it and chuckle.
