“Yeah I’m fine…” I replied a little absent-mindedly, it took me a moment before I again realized where I was, what time it was, what was happening and most importantly, who I was speaking to.
“You don’t seem okay sweetheart, you’re soaking and shivering” The voice replied.
All it took was that last comment from the voice before I realized who I was speaking to. That deep sort of clueless tone that I’ve heard everywhere, It was him.
“Holy Shit! It’s Harry! It’s Harry motherfucking Styles” I exclaimed under my breath as I turned to face him hoping he wouldn’t hear me, but of course knowing my luck I’m pretty sure he heard,
“Sorry?” Harry asked with a slight confused face asking me to repeat my last words, a smirk making it’s way across his face only confirming my thoughts that he had heard my previous words. I could feel myself going bright red as I burst into a quiet fit of laughter and covered my mouth “Nothing” I replied smiling at him.
He flashed one of those killer smiles back at me, those ones that makes girls’ hearts melt all over the world,
“Anyway,” he continued “I’m Harry and you certainly don’t look fine, you look freezing and if I’m being honest you really don’t seem like you know London very well at all…”
“This boy is psychic…” I again muttered under my breath,
“Pardon?” Harry again asked. ‘God I really need to stop this’ I thought to myself thankfully not aloud, no more of my thoughts needed to be announced to Harry Styles, the boy whose band me and my friends had been obsessing over for about a year now, who was now standing right in front of me. That gorgeous trademark curly hair, his perfect smile, those dazzling green eyes that could entrance any girl the second they looked to his eyes, it was all there right in front of me, the amount of times I’d dreamed about this moment, that I’d meet Harry or any of the boys, though in those dreams I’d assumed I would be at some sort of signing where I would have about 5 seconds with the boys before being shuffled off by security. This moment, obviously, was nothing like those dreams, this was so much better.
“Hello… Hello…” Harry asked. Oh god I’d blanked out, gone into one of those moments which I go into frequently in which I get lost in my own thoughts and completely ignore the current surroundings, and of course I’d go into one of those moments as I meet Harry Styles. Typical.
“Oh yeah sorry continue” I replied again in a slightly absent-minded tone,
“Well,” Harry continued, “ You are very welcome to just come around for a little while and dry off, staying out in this pouring rain around a rather dodgy area of London isn’t going to help anyone also you seem not to have a British Accent so you probably don’t know your way around the area to be able to get home.”
“Um Thanks, I’d quite like to take up your offer if that’s okay?” I replied, the idea of not staying out in the pouring rain was rather appealing.
“Oh by the way, what’s your name” Harry asked
“Alice.” I replied with a smile
“I love it.” Harry replied again flashing a smile in return. He reached out his hand and lead me to his car.
“Hey Harry, I know you’re doing me a lot of favors right now but just pinch my arm would you?” I asked
“Of course,” He laughed and pinched my arm “You’re not dreaming.” He said with a wink.