Nicky's P.O.V.
My best friend, Zoey, and I walked into our favorite coffee shop in England, where we live.
" I'll go order for us." I said
" Okay, can you get me a coffee?" Zoey asked
"Sure" I responded
I walked up to the counter.
" Two coffees and a blueberry muffin please." I said to the guy with the brunette hair behind the counter.
"Coming right up." the boy said with an American accent.
Suddenly i heard screaming coming from outside. As i was about to look to see what the screaming was about I was knocked down and I fell to the ground.
" O God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" a curly-haired boy asked, his bluish-greenish eyes full of concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said as he helped me up.
" I'm Harry" he introduced himself.
"Nicky" I introduced myself.
" Well it was nice meeting you Nicky but I have to go now before those screaming girls catch me. But do you wanna hang out at my place tomorrow?"
" Sure, is 4 a good time?"
" Yeah, perfect."
"Well I'll see you tomorrow."
"yeah, bye." he said before running outside.
He looked really familiar but I just can't put my finger on it. But anyways..."
i grabbed the coffees and muffin from the counter and proceeded to the table Zoey was sitting at to tell her about my encounter with Harry.
