London, here I come!

London, here I come! Part3

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. Harry.

"Hey. Do you have class today?"

"No... Why, Haz?"

"Haz...?"

"OhMyGod. I'm sorry... errm..."

"It's okay... it's cute..."

"Hehee. Thanks... um... so why were you wondering if I had class?"

"Really, Julianna...?"

"What?!"

"I want to hang out!! Duh."

"Oh... duh. Sorry. I'm really dumb-"

"You go to Oxford, you aren't dumb!!"

"Oh...Right."

"I'll be over to pick you up in two hours-"

"What time...?"

"Like... 12."

"Okay, cool. See ya, Hair."

"Bye, love."

When I was hanging up I think he heard me squel... because I heard him burst into laughter. How embarresing.

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After about and hour I looked sooo hott, that I was sure Harry would melt when he saw me. I had let my hair curl naturally, not looking natural though. I had on light mascara and sparkles. My lips are naturally red, so I put on clear lip gloss. I had white skinnies and a lavender tank top on. The tank top was a V-neck and it was full of ruffles at the v part. I grabbed my black clutch, Aviators and black heels. These were my favorite, they had huge bows on the toe. I put a cute headband in and snapped a pic for my bff, Sydney. I had known her since sixth grade, and she still lived back in Chicago. When my iPhone notified the pic had sent there was a knock on my door, Harry.

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We were walking to our destination, wherever that may be. He was walking beside, his hand brushing against mine. I could tell he wanted to hold my hand. I wanted to hold his too. He looked so sexy, too. His black converse, dark skinnies, and,

oh! His white button-up! I had a feeling we were going somewhere fancy. It doesnt matter though, as long as I'm with him. As we walked he asked simple questions about me. And every once and a while, I got to ask him, but I already knew a lot. After about 20 minutes he stopped dead in his tracks. I turned around, wondering why he stopped.

"What's wro-"

"Shh!"

"Wha-"

"Shh! Come here!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a small, smelly alley, "Stay here. I'll be RIGHT back." As he left I turned around looking at the alley. My eyes still trying to adjust to the dark, I heard a low, raspy voice.

"Hey, sweetie. Come give daddy a kiss." I didn't know who he was, buy I knew one thing, he was NOT my daddy.