The ABC's of Harry Styles

"Hiya, Lucille, good to see you again. Louis has kept me very up to date with your life in the past three years. You're all he ever seems to want to brag about.” He chuckles at his own joke yet again.

I stare at his hand and make no attempt to shake it. His attempts at comedy set my teeth on edge already. A coy smile spreads across my face as I look up at him.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too, Harry.” I stand on tip toe, lean close and whisper in his ear, “I heard a rumor you got The Clap. How’s that going?”

His breath smells like peppermint. Up close, I can see that his eyes aren't a solid green but instead hold traces of blue. There's a splattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. I take all this in and silently remind myself not to lose my head.

He chuckles, looking down at me with an amused expression on his face.

“It’s great actually. Thanks for asking. How's still being a virgin at the age of twenty?”