Truly Madly Deeply.

18 year old Lilly Ellington never had much luck with boys, at all. Then, one day, just as she lost all hope, she literally runs into Harry. Harry Styles that is, and he changes her life forever. And I do mean forever.


2. "Stole my Heart."

I've never really been a fan of boy bands, I could just take them or leave them. I never really understood them, and the effect they had on girls. They get all light headed, scream, and sometimes, they faint. I just don't get it. With the exception of one band. I completely understood.

It's time to begin, isn't it-  I heard my nifty little iPhone5 ring. "Hello?" "Hey, Lilly aren't you ready yet? We're going to be late!" I looked at the time. 7:45am. Shit! "I just woke up Heather, give me a second!"  "Okay Lil, but I'm almost at your house, hurry!" She hung up. I got dressed in a New York minute. I put on a "Pink" jacket over a Hollister shirt, and pulled on some shorts. I love summer time, especially in London. I've lived here all my life, and I wouldn't want it any other way. The hometown of Adele, Ellie Goulding, and One Direction. Oh my God, I love One Direction. I wouldn't say I'm obsessed, but yes, I am 100% a Directioner. Completely. My phone case, One Direction, walls, One Direction, Twitter, One Direction. Eh, you get the picture. I love them. Heather was the same way. I walked out my door,bags in hand, as Heather pulled in. "Lil, you really have to get you're own license, I can't ferry you around everywhere." I rolled my eyes and put my bags in her backseat. She turned on Take Me Home. "Go to 'Still The One' I love that song!" So she did, we jammed out the entire way to the airport. We parked in 'long term parking' and made our way to the ticket thingy. We sat our stuff down, and confirmed our tickets. "Can you believe we are going to see One Direction in New York?" Heather asked me nearly peeing in her pants. "No, I really can't!" I smiled as we made our way onto the plane. Flight 367 to New York, New York.

"God, that was horrid!" I said as I stretched after a 8 hour flight. "I know, the food was awful!" We went to baggage claim and called a cab "We're going to be here for 2 weeks!" I exclaimed as I rolled my window down. I was wonder struck. We picked the most expensive hotel in New York. "Welcome to Hotel Giraffe! Hoe may I help you?" The clerk said with an artificial smile. "Uh, we have reservations, room 1309!" I said as I handed her the conformation thing I was supposed to print off. She took it and pushed a whole bunch of buttons. "Heather Taylor and Lilly Ellington, two weeks in presidential suite 1309. Right this way!" "Pres- Presidential suite, no, no that has to be a mistake!" I asked with a skeptic tone of voice, She just shook her head and smiled as she called a luggage carrier over to us. "Please take these ladies to room 1309. He nodded and waved us over to the elevator. It was so big. Gold baseboards, gold elevator doors, gold everything.

When we opened the door I was taken aback. It was so beautiful. Marble floors, 2 bedrooms, a full sized kitchen, and not 1, but 2, master bathrooms fully equipped a jacuzzi bath, automatic toilet, soap thing, a shower with 4 shower heads, and 4 different settings on each one, in each bathroom. I walked through the suite and I couldn't believe it. I went out on the balcony and there was a hot tub. "God, this is perfect!" I screamed! We spent an hour unpacking, the we both showered, and got ready. I was done before Heather so I told her where I would be. I spotted a clothing store on the way here so I thought I'd check it out. I pressed the 'Lobby' button and down I went. I walked out the door and pulled out my phone to update my status, and checked my texts. "Ouch!" I accidentally ran into someone. "I'm sorry love!" I know that voice, my eyes shot up. Ooooh my God! I just ran into Harry Styles. I stayed calm and said "Oh, it's okay!" He smiled."Whats your name, gorgeous?" I died. "Lilly, whats yours?" I joked. "Oh, I think you know who I am!" He was looking at my phone case. Shit. "Oh, hah, yeah." I was nervous. "You're acting rather calm." He smiled, God those dimples. "You know, I'm not really sure how I am doing this!" He laughed. "How 'bout giving me your number. Maybe we can meet again?" Did Harry Styles just ask for my number? "That would be...great!" I gave it to him. "I'll be in touch, Lilly!" He kissed my cheek. "I'll be waiting." I was obviously blushing. "You're too cute!" He said as he walked away. I died. I was walking into the clothes store when I heard my phone ding. "Hey love, it's Harry! Whats your hotel called? Pick you up at 8?" I died. "Hotel Giraffe. Room 1309, see you at 8." I replied, and then I died.

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