Story of my life

Dear Diary:

Walking down the street with my animal print pants 'outta control, yeah! People look at my body!

Casually doing my thing. Walking. Walking. Texting. tweeting. Walking. But i accidentally bump into someone just as im tweeting to One Direction! I fall back, straight into a puddle! The shame... The grumpy, fat man just barged pass me, not saying a word! I groaned as i got back up. But halfway standing up, I feel a strong grip on my arm. A tall boy with a hoodie on, hood covering his face, said to me, 'here, let me help'. He offered, in his beautiful, british accent.

'God?' I asked. Stupid, stupid me! He chuckled. I could see a small curl flicking out of his hood, just like Harry Syles! So, british accent, Harry Styles, curly hair, Harry Styles. Wait... Im just letting my imagination go over. Lol. As if its Harry Styles. I mean, here? In the country side! Right next to our farm? Haha! I'm dreaming...

'Erm.' I was lost for words!

'Don't worry. You can come to my place just down there. I've just got a new shower put in.' He offers.

'Wow. Well.. Erm.. Thanks? I need a place to stay. If you don't mind? Its just that my nan's house is another 19 miles.' I moaned. I felt so bad having to ask a stranger if i could have a place to stay!

'No bother! You might want to pick up your bag...' He smirked. I looked over and a dog was pulling out all my clothes! What's even worse is that it was pulling out my underwear!

'Shoo! Shoo!' I hissed. 'Oh my gosh! I'm so embarrassed! Ok... Lets just forget about it, ok?' I was so... Just? I dont know. But it was humiliating.

'Don't worry. I've seen worse!' He sniggered.

'Hmm.' I murmured.

We headed off to his place. I was so excited! His face was still covered but i managed to catch a glimpse. I am 80% sure that it's Harry Styles. But i'm still doubting myself.😬 Plus, what would he be doing here? Its a lonely little street.

Dear Diary:

We reached this boy's place and, i must say, it was so tidy and it had nice colours. All the rooms had certain colour maches. The kitchen was white and black, the living room was red, the dining room was blue. It was so nice! He guided me upstairs to the spare room, and i heard people in the next room. 'I'll tell them to keep it down, don't worry.' The boy offered.

'Wait! I didn't catch your name.' I need to know his name, then he might show who he is!

'Hold on!' He shouted back to me, as he was already in the other room. I need to find out! He has: brown, curly hair; big house with a music room; british accent... To me, they all sum up to Harry Styles. But i dont know!