Sweet Perfection

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Harry's POV~

            I had to get away from it all for a while. The whole situation was bloody uncomfortable. Me and my mates were looking at some comments on our videos, and I kept seeing hate comments towards me. I didn't understand. How could someone claim to hate me so, when they didn't even know me? The fan's love I understood though; they were fans. They usually got me through anything, but right now it wasn't working.

            I was walking down some sidewalk, not really caring where. It was raining, and the sound of the droplets hitting the ground comforted me. I thought about going back, it had been a while since I'd left, when a girl ran into me. The cup she was holding spilled on my hoodie as well as her shirt, and I shivered. She looked like she had some place to be.

            I attempted an apology, but she answered quite rudely, turning away and walking towards Starbucks. Feeling bad for her, I tossed her snotty reply aside, and followed. Once inside the store, I sat in front of her.

            She was checking me out, that much I could tell. I knew I was a good looking lad. She probably knew who I was too. This was a big city, and word got around quickly. I figured I'd check her out right back. She was a little pale, with long dark hair that almost reached her waist. Of course, it was wet at the moment, so in reality it was a little bit shorter. Her eyes were an electric blue, and the way the light inside the shop hit her face made them glint, accentuating her long eyelashes very well. She was pretty, but I'd seen girls more beautiful in my lifetime. Something about her made her really interesting though.

            "How about I buy you another coffee, errm...what's your name?" I asked.

            In an annoyed voice, she replied. "Jessie. And I've had enough of coffee for today, thank you."

            "Well sorry I asked." I retorted. She was quiet for a while after that, and I'd noticed she'd found her phone. Probably informing whoever she was supposed to be with that she was going to be a little late. I concluded I was a psychic when she said "My parents are waiting for me at home. Think that maybe you could give me a ride? Please?".

            "Sure love. Name's Harry Styles by the way." I said, moving my arm to shake her hand. As if she didn't know that.