This is a fan-fiction about Harry Styles before he was famous. This takes place when he used to work in a bakery leading up to his X-factor audition:
When Olivia's parents send her to England, she can't help but fall for a sweet curly haired english...
My boots crunch on the leaves as I button up my jacket. I shiver. I was so used to the hot sun shining at me in California that it's been hard getting used to the cold here in England. I look up to make sure I was walking in the right direction. My aunt, Ellie, had written the directions on a piece of paper that I was gripping tightly. I look around at the street signs. Good, I was going the right way. Its easy for me to get lost, even in a small town like this one. Holmes Chapel is a village in the area of Cheshire east. Cheshire is a county in England. I was still get used to all the terms of cities and towns.
I came here a couple of days ago and am staying for a couple of weeks. My parents were having financial issues so they decided to send me off to a different country on the other side of the world. Well at least they didn't say I had to stay here forever. I was just staying for the winter break.
I turn on Macclesfield Road and soon was in front of W Mandeville. It was the only bakery near my aunt's home. She told me to get some croissants and crepes for breakfast even though it was just dawn and I just woke up. English people must have superpowers because I definitely cannot survive on 6 hours of sleep. I open the door and am instantly filled with a sweet aroma of fresh baked goods. I observe the tiny shop. The bakery is small but cozy. The walls are textured dark brown and the floor was checkered with brown tiles. Inside was not as crowded as I thought it would be considering this was the only bakery in town. There was a old woman near the jar shelves, a family looking at the sweets, and a couple looking at some bread.
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"Hi! Welcome to W Mandeville. I'm Susan. How can I help you?" behind the register was a plump old lady with rosy cheeks and glasses. I walk over to the display.
I smile back. " Can get six croissants and two crepes?" I asked. My aunt loves crepes and insisted to get some. I had no idea what crepes were but apparently they were very popular here. Croissants though, were my favorite.
"Sure." As she grabbed them from the stand I looked at all the other things they had. There were enormous humble entire cherry pies and pasty apple pies. There were thick springy bread and crunchy cookies. My mouth started to water.
"They're really good." I looked up and saw that instead of the old woman there was a young boy around my age in front of me. The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. Its the first thing I notice about everyone. They were such a deep set green like nicely cut grass in my backyard back home. It had a tinge of dark brown around the iris and that balanced with the green. He had short curly brown hair. It was artist hair. It looked so soft. He was grinning at me with dimples. Oh my! I was a sucker for dimples.
My heart started beating really fast. He was really attractive.
"Yeah. They look like it." my plain american accent seemed so boring in front of his low british accent.
"Hallo. I'm Harry. I haven't seen you around. You must be new." His voice! It was so soothing. It was very slow. It was like every word seemed much more meaningful. Calm down I told myself.
