A Flame In Your Heart

𝓞𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮

Ella's pov
A sharp loud endless noise woke me from a deep and well needed slumber.
I threw my white blanket on the floor and sat up straight.

I adjusted my view to the clock on my wall.
"Oh shit."
I cursed. I got my alarm the source of the loud noise and ran to my shower.

I live in a small apartment in London, it's small and loud, but affordable.
I guess.

My phone rang, as I jumped into the shower.
"Shit shit shit shit."
I was going to be late to work again.
And my boss is a dick.

I got out of the shower and into some work clothes.

I go down to the local coffee shop every morning, my boss mr cordon needs his coffee.

It pisses me off really, I hate being late.
Not today I won't.

I opened my apartment door and ran out being careful I don't trip, which has happened on the rare occasion...

My mobile started ringing.
"Hello?"
"ELLA! Mr cordon is legit gonna killll you!"
I heard my co worker Bella yell.
I picked up my pace as I ran to the nearest coffee shop.
"Yeah I know! I'm just getting his coffee now!"
"Well hurry! I can't keep making excuses for you."
"Yep cool bye."
I hung up and ran in.
"Hey can I have two small lattes too go."
I barked out.
"Can I have a name for that one?"
"Ella."
The cashier nodded and I plugged into some music as I waited, chewing my nails occasionally, I picked it up as a kid it's a horrid habit.
"Two lattes for Ella?"
I nodded and grabbed them turning the corner and running towards the office.

I ran as fast as my small legs would take me, taking in all the small shops.

Smiling as some elderly couples walked past.

I need to get a boyfriend.
I sighed.

But then I hit something, spilling the hot coffee all over my white shirt and acid washed jeans.

I winced as the hot liquid soaked into my shirt.

"Oh my miss are you ok?"
I heard.

I groaned and took the mystery guys hand, he helped me up, I finally opened my eyes.

My breathe hitched.
His eyes were greener then I've seen.
His brown hair, it was curly in all the right places. How's nails were painted?

I thought I'd seen this guy before...
But I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Miss?"
His English accent ringing throughout my ears.
I shook my head coming back into reality.
"Shit!"
I exclaimed, seeing my once white shirt now brown stained with coffee.
"I'm sorry and you are?"
I said bringing my attention back to him, the irritation clearly in my voice.
He looked me up and down.
"Hello?"
He ducked down picking the two coffee cups.
He got back up.
"I'm harry, and your Ella right?"
I shot a confused look.
"How'd you know that Harry."
"I'm sorry it's just clearly has Ella right here. I didn't know Ella could be spelt eela?"
"Fuck! Those stupid baristas are taking the piss again."
I said, he laughed passing the coffee cups back to me.

"Got a last name?"
He asked this time looking me up and down once again, making me some What insecure.
"Ella Woods, Harry who?"
"Styles."
My eyes widened, that's where I noticed him from. They eyes, the voice! It's that bloody twat from one direction! I groaned.
I'm not much of a fan, let's just say I want Into that kind of music.

And if you were living under such as a rock, you'd be crazy not to know who Harry styles is.

"Well...Are you going to say something?"
I looked to my watch.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me."
"Nice meeting you mr styles but Im officially 3 minutes late to my job."
"Uh we-"
I ran past him, my chest was sticky and hot.