Summer to Remember

Chapter Seven

I quickly made my way up the stairs and into my new bedroom, I opened my luggage's and searched for an outfit that would make me look decent beside Rebecca (she looks like a model, it's not fair). I swear it was like a scavenger hunt, it was difficult to find the perfect outfit but in the end I picked out a black tank-top with a denim vest over it and paired it with high waisted shorts and some cute sandals. I struggled to find my makeup bag but when I finally did I put on a bit of blush to enhance my cheekbones, lip-gloss and mascara, I didn't want to look like a crayon raped my face. Hair wise, my hair is naturally wavy so I let it loose and kept it maintained with hairspray. Snatching my purse from my bed, I ran down the stairs and found Harry and Rebecca waiting for me near the front door.

"Sorry for the wait" I said and they both turned around.

"You look good!" Rebecca exclaimed. She might look like the model type but she seemed really nice to be honest. My eyes made their way to Harry's and it was incredibly awkward because we both looked away immediately. We decided on walking to Starbucks because it wasn't that far, plus the weather was beautiful in London. At first I thought the walk there would be awkward and silent but I have to admit I was relieved when Rebecca made conversation the whole way. Turns out she's accepted into the University of London just like me, that is if I decide to go there. Harry joined in with our never-ending conversations sometimes but most of the time he was just quiet, walking along with us. Starbucks was thankfully not crowded, I honestly didn't want to be seen with Harry Styles and have death threats sent to me afterwards (I know the fandom, trust me). The three of us ordered our frappuccinos and Rebecca insisted that I sit with her while Harry waited for our drinks. We found a table in the corner and Rebecca sat beside me.

"So do you have a boyfriend?" she asked politely.

"No, long story short he turned out to be a two-timer" I replied honestly.

"Oh good, good!" she said happily.

"I'm sorry?" I asked confused, why the hell was she happy about my boyfriend cheating on me?

"I didn't mean it that way, I mean it's great you're single" she explained herself.

"In what way is it great?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face. 

"Well, I mean you already have a boy head over heels for you here in London" she smirked. My eyebrows were raised in curiousity.

"And who might that be Rebecca?" I questioned.

"That guy waiting in line over there" she giggled as she pointed at Harry.