She Was Just Seventeen

    He pushed his sunglasses farther up his nose praying he would not be noticed. This was his first time out of his house since Eleanor ended the engagement just twelve days ago. He readjusted his beanie disgusted with his life; he was young, rich, famous and miserable. His four band mates had all he had and more; they had wives-Harry and Liam even had children. He was just Louis; no wife, no kids, no white picket fence, no minivan, he didn’t even have a pet. His mental rant was interrupted when his knee collided with a metal leg; a small table. He looked up at the building noticing it was a small cafe. He quickly ducked in ordering a glass of tea. As he was handed his drink he scanned the small shop looking for a place to sit and enjoy his tea before returning to the stale air of his house of misery. The shop was full, an empty table a pointless mission. He saw a girl sitting alone; he walked towards her hoping she wasn’t a large enough fan to recognize him.

“May I sit here?” he asked reaching the girl, noticing her attention was inside her phone, a puzzled look on her face. She looked up from her phone hearing his voice, loving the sound of his accent, something she still found lovely after her two days in London. She nodded at the stranger after realizing her table held the only empty seat. He sat sending her a smile though her attention had already returned to her phone, and took a nice long sip of his warm tea. He looked at her, taking her lack of attention as an invitation to observe her. She was brunette, though not naturally as the tips of her roots were a brilliant red. Her skin was pale and splattered with soft freckles. She was tall and built slim yet still somehow managed to hold curves. She looked to be in her early, maybe even middle, twenties. He was instantly intrigued. She seemed quiet and shy, a trait he had never found particularly attractive as he was the complete opposite. Continuing to observe her he found her close to perfect, getting her to open up being the only thing that could hope to be fixed.

“What’s your name, love?” he asked curious. She looked up revealing eyes a mix of multiple blues.

“Brie,” was her simple reply before smiling, “or Zedof. I go by both.” He laughed at her quick change of accent and attitude, maybe this girl wasn’t as shy as he had first assumed.

“I’m Louis,” he introduced sending her yet another smile.She looked over him, trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar. She tilted her head being unable to figure out who he was, she shook her head, realising he was just an attractive stranger.

“How old are you?” she asked a puzzled look on her face.

“Twenty-five. You?” He asked.

“Twenty,” she replied glancing down disappointed at the gap in age.

“Really?” She nodded.

“Recently actually, my birthday was yesterday,” She replied returning her eyes to his.

“Happy Birthday,” he wished, a smile lighting both his and her face.

“Thank you,” she replied tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, so as to get it out of her eyes, leaning forward on the table excitement lighting in her.

“Why are you in London?” he asked realizing her accent was very American.

“I’m visiting a friend,” She answered smiling to herself.

“Who is this friend?” he asked hoping he might know, so as to have an excuse to see her again.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she laughed to herself. He leaned forward.

“Try me,” He smirked.

“Hallie Styles,” she answered smiling smugly. A huge grin appeared on his face.

“The actress?” she nodded “Harry’s wife? Really?” He asked out of excitement. She nodded, confused.

“Then I will definitely see you later, Zedolf,” he gave her a final smile before leaping out of the chair and exiting the cafe  leaving her sitting alone, confused.