One ticket which changed my life completly (One Direction Fanfiction)

Part 8

Harrys P.O.V

Wow, the way she spoke and her lips moved so softly. The way she would stop talking and thinking about what she just had said. The way she blushed and her cheeks got coloured red. A lovely red. The way she pressed her eyebrows together when she thought about something or she was skeptical. The way she watched me when I talked to her. So careful. She noticed nearly every move I made. And the way she smiled.. gosh her smile, it made me feel so weak. My heart knocked against my breast and I nearly couldn't control myself of just pressing my lips I against hers. I would do anything to feel her mellow and mild lips on mine and to inhale her wonderful vanilla scent.. A scent that made me melt. 

Harry , man, pull yourself together. Hold on and listen to your thoughts! You sound like a hopeless romantic. You sound like a.. girl! 

After she told me about herself, I was amazed. She wasn't only the most beautiful and cute girl I've ever seen, she also was so smart. So intelligent. So carefree. So nice. So likeable. She told me that she lived in a little town in Germany, she'll make her A-Levels next year, she has one bigger and one smaller sister, she plays Volleyball since she's a little kid and also she loves watching soccer with her dad. A girl a likes soccer? Never met one before, and I have to admit, this property made her even more attractive. She made me laugh and grin like a little kid on christmas. And also.. she made me feel so special yet so normal. I knew she wasn't like all those fake bitches who only wanted to get me in bed or only liked me because of my fame or my money. I knew she saw more than the 'Harry Styles' in me. She saw the real me. And the liked it.

I felt a tip on my shoulder, I shaked my deep thoughts away and looked into Eida's endless eyes. "What were you thinking about? You looked like you were in deep thought." She asked me and scanned my face. I loved her accent, how she spoke English. I was adorable. Altough she is half British - as she told me - you really could hear that she was German. And i loved it so much. It was the cutest thing ever. SHE was the cutest thing ever.

"I thought about how cute you are." I admitted and stroked her left hand slightly. Her hands were so little and so soft. They looked like a pair of hands of a small kid. She blushed and turned her head away from me so that I wouldn't recognize. "Don't think I haven't recognized your blush." 

She laughed lightly and patted my hair. "You are so cheeky, curly." She said and squeezed her tiny body into my chest. Automatically butterflies went trough my whole body and I got goose pimples. If she would know what an affect she had on me!