Boy next country

when Beth finally decides to move to London, the 18-year old girl didn't thought it would turn out this way..


5. Hi, I'm Beth and I know exactly who you are

"Just be cool, don't scream, be cool..", I could feel his eyes watching every move I made but I chose to ignore it. I let out a breathe I didn't realise I was holding as I close the bathroom door.

"Oh SHIT", I hastily cover my mouth with my hand. "Nice, really, could this get any better?",startled I stare at the woman in the mirror, my hand still covering my mouth. As I sigh in frustration, the tired looking woman staring at me through the mirror does the same. To describe my hair as messy would be an understatment, the space around my eyes is almost pitch black, but somehow you can still see dark circles around them ,due to my sleepiness, which frame my bloodshot eyes. In short : I'm looking horrible.

I comb through my hair as fast as possible and get undressed, still thinking about what happend today. Only some hours earlier I said goodbye to my family and friends, and now I'm taking a shower while Harry Styles is sitting in my livingromm. A content sigh escapes my lips as the hot steamy water flows down my back and I finally let myself relax for 5 minutes, just trying to blend everything out.

But he quickly finds his way back in my mind, and I can't help but wonder what's this all about.

Still thinking, I exit the shower and wrap myself in a towel. Wiping the mirror, I'm relieved that I'm able to recognise myself, and quickly begin to dry my hair and put some light make up on. While slipping in another pair of yoga shorts and a matching crop top I can hear the doorbell going off, and shortly afterwards, Harrys' deep voice greets the Pizzaboy who seems to recognize him at once and asks him to sign something.

Slowly I leave the the bathroom, turning around the corner just to see Harry sitting on my bed, holding two large Pizzas. Smiling I sit down beside him, accepting the Pizza he gives me. "Thanks", I say quietly, while reaching for my purse. "How much do I own you?" "Oh no, don't you even think about that!" He cuts me off as I open my mouth to protest:" No, don't start arguing with me, I'm paying." "Who said I wanted to argue?", I ask, amazed that he immediately knwe what I wanted to say. "I could see it in your eyes, you looked the same way when you accused me off stealing your suitcase." Giggeling I look up at him:" yeah..I'm really sorry about that..And thanks again, I guess.", raising a slice of Pizza to let him know what I was talking about. "No problem", he smiled.

For a little while we just sit there, listening to the pattering of the rain. After some minutes he breaks the silence:" Can I ask you something?" "Sure thing popstar", I laughed. Whoa, there we go again, I'm speaking before I think about it, but he doesn't seem to mind. "Why is your bed standing in your kitchen?Or your livingroom..I'm not quite sure how to call it..", he trails off, looking at me, his eyebrows raised. "Oh that's pretty simple, It's the biggest room, and there's only another one, and I'm planning on using that as dressing room, you know, typical girl dream."shrugging I take another bite of Pizza.

"Interesting", he grins "So tell me more about you." "What do you wanna know?" 



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