Falling For The Curls

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Rosie's POV

"You have to be kidding!" I said, completely abashed by his arrival.

"Oh not a fan?" Jake said.

"Definitely not."

Jake chortled randomly."What's funny?" I asked confusedly.

"Well he's coming to Oxford."

"I know.Probably got in with his looks whereas we had to get top marks in practically all our exams." I said indignantly and began to scowl at Harry, who had just entered, followed by two muscly security guards and a large group of screaming girls.

"So you think he's good looking?"

Was this really happening again?

"No.. I mean.. Well what I mean is.. He doesn't..Ah let's forget I said anything."

Jake laughed and began to indulge into several chicken nuggets.

"Why is he coming here anyway? He's Harry Styles and he's coming to Mcdonalds." I said beginning to wonder what he was even doing here.

"To eat this delicious food." Jake said, beginning to devour another chicken nugget.

"Well let's change the subject to something exciting." I suggested.

"How's your essay going?" He asked in a tone that didn't even seem like he bothered.

"I've only really just started the book so not good."

"Got Fred to read it for me and then fill me in on the important bits."

"You are seriously lazy. How are you that thin when you do nothing all day and eat McDonald's constantly."

"It comes with the look." He said and pointed his fingers to his face.

"It's shocking you got 4 A*s"

Jake shrugged.

I glanced around to see what was going on.

Harry was sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant with his two bodyguards, who were trying to push the exultant fans.

"Hmm maybe fame isn't that good.Can't eat a burger in peace." Jake said.

"Oh my gosh is that Charlotte?" I said opprobriously.

"Fangirling." Jake said absentmindedly.

I got out of my seat and walked casually over to the crowd of girls.

I saw Charlotte near the front, flailing a piece of paper in her hand.

After pushing through several dumbfounded girls, I got to Charlotte.

"Come on Charlotte, stop embarrassing yourself." I said and grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her away from the guards.

"But it's Harry Styles! Oh my gosh he is so perfect." She shrieked.

"No he's not." I retorted.

Once I got her away from the mayhem she asked me "Why are you here anyway?"

"Jake wanted me to come here with him." I explained.

"Oooo."

"Shut up." I snapped, blushing slightly.

I sat back down opposite Jake with Charlotte now beside me."Seriously, you need to get a grip.Your nearly twenty and you are running after this twat that doesn't even know you exists."

"Don't call him a twat." She barked."He said hi to me actually." She said putting extra stress on the word actually.

"Okay have fun running off into the sunset and having 5 kids." I said cheerily.

"Ah that would be amazing." She said buoyantly.

"Right should we get going?" Jake asked, taking a quick glance at the clock.

"I need his autograph, Rosie.Can you get it for me? Please!" Charlotte pleaded.

"Definitely not." I said.

"Argh I'll get it." Jake said.

"You really think you are going to get passed those irritating girls and the massive bodyguards." I said with a tone that didn't believe he was going to get the autograph.

"I will get it." He said confidently and got up from his seat and skipped over to the crowd of girls.

I laughed at his childish skip and watched as he pushed through the girls and then came face-to-face with the bodyguards.

"Obviously he's not going to get it." Charlotte assumed.

However, he arrived only minutes later with a piece of paper with a signature on it.He waved it ceremoniously and sat down.

Gobsmacked, Charlotte snatched it and stared at it, a glisten in her eyes.

We got up, about to leave when a swarm of girls barged through us as we were just about to open the door.

"Move it ugly." A tall girl yelled at me.

"Rude much." I muttered.

Finally outside, we headed back to the university.

Charlotte was kissing her autograph and Jake was texting.

I was looking around the street.

The sky was a dark blue an littered with small twinkling stars.

Not many people were outside as it was 7 but I could still see the crowd of girls running after Harry Styles.

"Pathetic." I muttered.

"I know right." Jake agreed.

We turned around the corner to the path that lead to the university but suddenly stopped.

Harry Styles was sitting on the ground in front, his hands on his head.