This story is written for: Allyssa_ailis08 and anyone else who loves Harry Styles.
The holidays. The perfect time to spend time with friends and family. I couldn't wait to go to the mountains for our week away. It was going to be my first time up in the mountains and my first time sledding. It was going to be the best holiday ever. What could be better than walking through a snowy mountain village, and swimming in inside heated pools and trying new foods. Everything was going to be perfect. Just perfect!
After packing my bags, my family and I headed to the airport where we met up with some of our friends that were coming on the trip with us. Everything was going well until we landed. I was in such an excitement to get of the plane that I forgot my warm jacket on the plane. And of course it was cold and snowy so it was not very long until I was shivering. To make it worse my friends decided to have a snowball fight the minute we stepped out the airport and so as being freezing cold I was also soaked. Everything seemed to be turning upside down.
By the time you all arrived at your chalet, in the mountains, you had a runny nose and you were sniffing. Great! Now you were starting a cold and nobody wants to be sick when on holiday. But of course you did not want to ruin everyones fun so you complained as little as possible but you knew you were not going to enjoy this holiday as much as you had planned.
Now, the mountain village you were staying at had lots of holiday chalets, as well as the homes of the locals. There were also shops, a swimming pool, a sledding hill, and skiing slopes as well as other exciting activities for the holiday makers. While you decided to help set things up in the chalet with your family your friends decided to go into the village and buy some food. While they were out they brought a nice warm thick coat for you and gave it to you when they arrived back with the bags of food, drinks, blankets and hot water bottles.
Things started to look up for a bit and after having a quick lunch you all heading up to the sledding hills, with the sleds you all had rented from the village rental shop. But it was not long before your throat started to hurt and your eyes got itchy and you decided to head back to the chalet alone, insisting that your friends and family should stay and enjoy themselves.
You took out your phone, after it beeped. It was one of your best friends, who had not been able to come along on the holiday. She had messaged to ask how the journey was and if you had all arrived safely. You told her everything but while you walked, looking down at your phone, you did not notice that someone else was walking towards you, and this person was also looking down at their phone. And before either of you knew it, both of you had slipped and fallen on the icy footpath. You looked up and was about to say sorry to the stranger when you froze. You couldn't move. Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid the young man so close to you would hear it.
"I'm sorry" he said, standing up and steadying himself on the icy path, before putting out a hand to help you up, "Here, let me help you up."
You grabbed his hand, but did not concentrate and ended up on the ground again. You blushed. You tried to speak but no words came out. He laughed, smiling at you, and helped you up again.
"I'm so sorry about that, " he said, "My name is...."
"I know who you are Harry Styles. I love your music. Oh my, I can't believe its you. Here. With me." you blurted out, before thinking.
"Oh, a fan. Nice to meet you, I'm glad you like my music. What's your name?" Harry asked you, smiling his amazing smile that you were so used to seeing on a screen. Oh, he looked so much more handsome in real life.
You pinched yourself, sure that it was all a dream but you weren't.
"What's your name?" Harry repeated.
You suddenly flashed out of your daydream, and found your face turning warm, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Allyssa!" you said, smiling nervously.
"Well, Allyssa, I am actually late meeting some friends but I hope I see you around." Harry said, he put his hand in his pocket and slipped out a piece of paper, which he put into your hand before winking and walking away.
You watched him walk away, then you looked at the piece of paper. Written was his mobile number and his chalet number.
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