Falling For The Curls

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Harry's POV

Bolting down every street, trying to escape from the clusters of fans.
My bodyguards had stayed to try and hold them back.
It was annoying sometimes.I could never have an ordinary life but sometimes I loved the attention.
I turned a corner and I saw the university, that I would be attending tomorrow, ahead.
Then I heard shouts and I tried to run but I tripped over.
With my ankle hurting, I sat up on the floor, my back against the brick wall.
After many failed attempts at getting up, I concluded that it would be best to wait and hope someone would come.

I rested my head in my hands and hummed placidly.

I was partly excited to be starting university.It would give me a part of normality.
Management were dubious about the idea; they thought I would just be hassled by girls.
Since all the other boys decided to carry on with their education after our recent tour, I thought I should.
But management weren't going to thwart my plans of going to university.
Weirdly, they didn't talk to any of the other boys and about their concerns.
I heard one of them saying to Louis: "Have fun!"
Well there obnoxious idea about me being some sort of womanizer has got me annoyed.
So I have been out with a few girls.

I think I was there for five minutes when I heard footsteps.

Please say it's my bodyguards.

It wasn't.
There was two girls and a boy that looked about my age.
The first one I saw was unconventionally beautiful.
In the past I had met so many beautiful girls, mainly fans but none like this girl.
Her hair was slightly curly and brown just like mine.
She had light green eyes which looked right at me.
"Oh my gosh! It's Harry Styles." The other girl shrieked.
"Let's go." The pretty girl said and grabbed the boy and the girls hands.
I watched them walk away and felt sad.

As they crossed the road, the girl who shrieked ran over to me.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
Surprisingly, she hadn't fainted or screamed five times.
"I think my ankles broken." I said, trying to speak in a calm and polite tone.
I could see she wanted to shriek or faint.
"Rosie!" She shouted.
Her name was Rosie.
A beautiful name to go with her beautiful face.
That sounds really cheesy.
"Charlotte come on! It's cold." Rosie shouted back.The boy put his jacket around Rosie.
I lost hope.
They must be together.
"He's hurt." Charlotte pleaded.
"Oh well." Rosie said.
Well that's not very nice.

Charlotte looked at me and bit her lip.
"Er-do y-ou want to- com-come back to the university with-us?" She stuttered.
I hated I made people nervous around me.
I nodded.
The boy and Rosie had finally came over.
I scratched my neck awkwardly as Charlotte helped me up.
She was trembling slightly.
I forget how surreal it must be for fans.
"Oh sorry I'm not very strong." She apologized.
"It's fine." I said.
The boy assisted her in taking me up to the university.
Rosie didn't look at me once but walked behind on her phone.
I just wanted to catch her gaze and see her amazing eyes again.