Dreams

Fan Girl Moment

Topshop literally had no clothes in store today so me and Florence were headed for urban outfitters. I found a dress I quite liked so I took it to the changing room. I took off my black and white striped jeans, my white ripped crop top and my converse boots and replaced them with the white lace daisy dress. I decided I liked it after twirling in front of the mirror a couple times. After I had bought the overly expensive dress, me and Flo left the shop. We walked into central London, where all the Expensive shops were. My family really didn't mind me spending a lot of money on clothes, I mean we weren't exactly millionaires, but we weren't broke.

Just as we reached Gucci, we started to here screaming coming from just behind the store.

"What the hell are they screaming for?" She said rubbing her temples, she had a headache and wasn't exactly in her best mood.

"I don't know but I want to see" I squealed loud enough to raise a few posh fuckers heads. I was always a curios one.

"If they get any louder I swear I will..." She began to groan.

"Stop bloody moaning" I said whilst hitting her shoulder. As we began to walk to the street where the screams where coming from I noticed that paparazzi. Immediately getting excited that there could be someone famous around the corner. As we reached the bend, I could hear some familiar names being called out,

"James, we love you" and "marry me Connor!" The last one being a little odd. As I reached the center of the screams my heart literally stopped, if I fainted right now i'd be so pissed. Brad I finally saw him through the crowd oh my god he was fucking gorgeous. I ran back to Flo making sure that someone would be there to catch me once I fainted.

" it's the vamps, the vamps are here for fucks sake!" I said whilst shaking with excitement.

"Go see if you can get a photo with him" she said as she nodded towards brad who was currently wearing a Hawaiian shirt that was undone to show off his chest, jeans and the cutest brown hat to show off his curls. God how I loved those curls. I walked over adjusting my long curly brown hair, whilst Flo was filming me so I had prove that I was actually with brad. I knew how to get his attention, after smiling into the camera I shouted at the top of my voice, "OHHH MYYYY GOOOOODDD, ITS HARRY STYLES!" I screamed holding back a laugh. All the fans turned to me, giving me death stares. I couldn't help but find it funny. Me and Flo were laughing so hard that my stomach hurt. I stopped by being tapped on the shoulder, I turned quickly and desperately trying to contain the fangirl inside of me.

"Harry Styles, Eh?" The most hot and cutest guy in the world said as he stared at me with a grin. I found this whole situation funny because Harry happened to be my best friend.

"I see your a fan" he said as he pointed to his name that was written on my arm in permanent marker. FUUUUCCCKKKKKK

"Just because you name is written on my arm doesn't mean I'm a fan, I also have penis written on my arm but that doesn't mean I like them" I blurted out without thinking it through.

DOUBLE FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!

Brads eyebrows furrowed as he held back a laugh.

"Wait! Let me rephrase!" I laughed as he joined me.

"I like you" he smiled.

"Why because I don't cry when I see someone who looks remotely like you?" I asked as I looked to the sobbing teenager next to me, she automatically gave me a deaths stare.

"Well yes" he said as the now embarrassed girl walked off.

"I'm pretty sure you just lost a fan" I remarked as he chuckled

" I like you because your funny" he said as I looked over to Florence who was beckoning me to go.

"Look I'm really sorry but I need to go" I smiled to brad.

"It's ok, hopefully I'll see you soon" he said as he returned the smile. As much as it pained me to leave brad, I had to get back home. Just as i left the jungle of crying teenagers, I felt my bag being pulled until my arm released it. I realized I had just let someone steal my bag.

I followed my first instinct which was to chase after the bugger that stole my bag. I think the fans all noticed because the screaming died down.

I chased the guy down the street until I found my chance to tackle him. I Immediately pulled my bag from his grip, as he turned to face me.

"What the.." I cut him off by trying to break his nose with my fist.

"Go fuck yourself" I said before swiftly getting up and walking back to the top of the street. I met a familiar figure halfway up.

"What the hell are you alright?" The Birmingham accent sounded. I couldn't see him because the sun was setting behind him, making him look angelic.

"Yeah, you should be worried about him though" I pointed to the guy who was still laying down on the street clenching his bleeding nose.

"So you beet him up and got your bag back, fuck your cool" he smiled. I laughed at his remark as we both walked back up the hill, leaving the dipshit that stole my bag in pain.

"Hey I didn't quite catch your name" he said stopping me by blocking my way.

"That's because I didn't tell you it" I replied with a smirk.

"Just tell me your damn name" he laughed.

"Jess Monroe" I rolled my eyes. "Yours?" I asked knowing it would bug him.

" haha like you didn't already know!" He exclaimed.

"So how long are you staying in London?" I asked as we reached the crowd of fans.

"Two weeks" he smiled

"We would you like the 'Jess Monroe Luxury Tour of London' sometime? It's the best in the business" I laughed because I literally don't know anything about London.

"Yeah we should do it now" he said as I reached Flo.

"yeah" I smiled forgetting the Dinner completely.

"Jess, what about the dinner?" Flo whispered to me.

"Screw the dinner" I said as I ran over to brad who was waiting by one of the barriers. We walked into the main and busy streets of London, ready to start my crappy tour.

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"So this is um, like a really big building and it's quite new" I mumbled as we got to a glass building.

"It's called the shard" he laughed "best in the business" he muttered under his breath. I nudged him as I put my hand on my heart. The tour ended at Big Ben because it was around 11 'o' clock, which meant that I was in deep shit.

" Well thank you for the tour Jess, I actually learnt something" he mocked

"Oh yeah? and what was that?" I replied with my hand on my hip.

"That I know more about where you live then you do" he laughed as I huffed.

" Could I like have your number or something, in case you wanted to

do this again" he nervously asked.

"Meaning you want my digits?" I smiled mocking him.

"01538 528514" I told him before he could respond.

"Well good night simpson" I said before turning by back and walking off, which was hell for me. As I walked into our Kensington apartment, I was greeted by an angry red face.

Ohhhhhhh shit.

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