I had to get that shirt. It was hard enough to find considering it was a limited edition shirt. but now, its just a week before the busiest holiday of the year; Christmas. I ran through the mall as fast as I could without it being suspiciously fast.
I was almost at Hot Topic, the One Direction shirt will be mi-
BA-BOOM!
SMACK!
I sat up with a raging headache. Next time, I will be aware of my surroundings.
"Ma'am I'm so sorry, You will have to pardon my clumsiness..." I heard a slow,deep voice say.
"YOU SHOULD BE BLOODY SORRY I WAS A WOMAN ON A MISSION!" I screamed not realising how silent the mall was.
"Can I make this up to you with a cup of tea. or maybe Coffee at starbucks?" He asked.
I looked up, not noticing who I was talking to.
"I was about to buy a shirt that I really wanted and I need to go now because its limited edition."
"If you don't mind I can go with you, then I can take you out for some tea or whatever, I feel really bad about runnin into ya."
"Alright." I said looking up at this nice British man.
He was somewhat tall with a blue beanie and a pair of Ray-bans on. He also wore a black leather jacket with blue Vans and black skinny jeans. I couldn't get a good look at his face but he had a gorgeous smile.
"I never got your name." He said revealing deep dimples on each side of his smile.
"(y/n), and you?"
He chuckled. "Harold. But you can most definitely call me Harry."
It was all forming together.
"Your not by any chance in a band are you?" I asked
Curiouser and curiouser.
"Indeed I am. We are very popular here and in America." He did this thing where he licked his lips and I died.
"Harold Styles?" Confirming my very serious accusations.
"In the flesh." He said pulling down his sunglasses.
Oh my gosh.
