Being Best Friends With Harry Styles.

"But his hair and his eyes and his body ah everything about Harry Styles makes me melt" I tried to block out what some twelve year old stalker fangirl said as she drooled over him at the table next to mine.

"OMG have you seen this picture of him" another stalker fangirl joined in, these girls weren’t talking in a normal pitch it was a sound only dogs should be able to hear, I couldn’t handle the squealing and my ears were ringing, I put my headphones in playing the script hoping to cover the squealing. Didn’t work.

“Oh my god they come back today that means...” fangirl#1 squealed “Harry will be home soon AHHH and we could walk into him at any point” fangirl#2 interrupted a could feel myself smiling, they really thought they could meet him that was stupid, “I know” fangirl#1 shrieked, I gave up and listened as they awed and looked transfixed at photos of Harry and One Direction on their phones.

"Look at this one of him in Australia he's just sex on legs that boy" fangirl#1 giggled, it was moments like these I just wanted to speak up and tell those girls how I had slept next to that 'sex on legs' many times over my childhood but I held back the temptation. I hated how some people thought of him as this hot singer or ‘sex on legs’, he is a person not an object there for them to stare at!

I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve slept next to Harry many times and why I’m making a fuss about it all well I am best friends with him and have been since childhood. Yes I Louisa Kirk is Harry Styles childhood best friend.

Not many people knew I was Harry's best friend but I am, and have been for fifteen years of my life, our mums started working together when we moved from London when my parents divorced when I was three and they had become best friends, Anne and my mum were like sisters and I thought of Harry's family as an extra part of my own, our mums spending time together meant me and Harry did; holidays, birthdays and the occasional Christmas we’d spend together, and every new year since I can remember we would have a massive party, I suppose living opposite each other made it easier.

I shook myself out of the girls’ conversations and finished off my tea, as I walked out of the cafe I could still hear them squealing, I knew Harry and his band mates were coming home soon Anne had told me, Mum had told me and so had Harry, they had been on a world tour for eight months, they had gone from America all around and down to Australia.

 I walked along the street until I reached my red mini and got in, as I drove off back home I thought about how much I guess I missed having Harry around, we were inseparable our own team, ‘Hazza and Lou’ I smiled to myself as I drove down the main road, I pulled up at the traffic lights and listened to the radio,

‘The band One Direction caused hysteria when they arrived home in the early hours of this morning as fans came out in force to meet them at Heathrow airport’ 

I smiled at the thought that he was finally home, eight months away and I could see him, I could actually speak to him without having to have a massive phone bill and I could have one of his bear hugs that no matter what always made me feel better.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a man in his car giving me a strange look, I was sat here smiling to myself, but I don’t care my best friend in the world was home.

I pulled up on the drive and got out of the car, I walked through the front door of my house, it was too quiet for ten on a Saturday morning usually my mum was up hoovering, or something, I dropped my bag by the door and headed for the front room, flicking my shoes off I picked the remote controllers off the sofa and curled up, I picked up my laptop flipping up the screen, my mum knows me too well she had written on a post it and stuck it on the screen on my laptop, it’s like she knew this is what I’d be doing, I pulled the post it off the screen,