"Well if it isn't Harry Styles, wow, I'm so surprised I haven't met you. It's a pleasure," the beautiful brunette said as she held her hand forward. Harry immediately noticed the jewelry and that signature tattoo of this woman's shadowed, bleeding heart with a knife cut through it on her delicate wrist. Harry looked up and met his eyes with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen. He stood up almost immediately. "Millie Moore, what a pleasure it is for me. I admire your passion for fashion." She smiled and they seemed to be captivated with one another already.

"Will this be all Ms..." She squinted at my sweatshirt. I knew what was coming, my last name. I've been through this a million times. As did everyone with Juilliard sweatshirts with their last names on it. "Bowie?" My eyes widened. That's not my last name. I looked down at the sweatshirt that I had thought was mine for the last hour. "Um... Yes thank you. You can call me Ilse. I'll probably be back a lot more." I smiled. But my last name isn't Bowie, I must have grabbed the wrong sweatshirt.

The year is 1974 and Rosalind Chester is an 18 year old girl who is in love with one of the biggest rockstar's of that time, along with a million other David Bowie fans... When Ros decides it's time to leave home to live in Brixton, her whole world changes. "I was just another fan of Bowie's, one of those fans that dreamed of meeting him. But in reality, and the sad truth is, he'd never know I existed. " - Rosalind Chester. But how wrong she was... So what happens when on a normal night out, Ros ends up having a chat with the man she's been in love with for the past 5 years? And how they both change each other's lives within 12 months... Is this the love story of the Brixton Boy and the little Rebel? In loving memory of David Jones (Bowie) - see you soon Starman x If you enjoyed this story then please go and check out the sequel...! It's called 1984 - link is below! x http://my.w.tt/UiNb/kBmGR0vCku