Daydreaming | h.s

Jasmine thought she had a perfect life, with her boyfriend Harold. But things turn sour when he cheats on her, making Jasmine decide to move to London to live with her best friend Tahlia.

One small coffee shop changed her life.

All because someone cared.

Cared enough to ask if she was okay.


3. Chapter 3


Harry’s POV:

It had been around half an hour and Jasmine still hadn’t responded. Maybe she fell asleep, I thought. I started to think about why my phone wasn’t vibrating, when my thought process was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“What’re you doing, Hazza?” Louis asked.

“Nothing” I said, sneaking my phone into my pocket.

“You texted her, didn’t you?”

“Texted who?” I said with a smirk on my face.

By this time, the rest of the boys had come into my room and were all making fun of me.

“What are you guys doing in my house anyways? Go to your own flats” I grumbled.

“We’re sleeping over, silly Hazza” Zayn said. “We won’t leave until Jasmine texts back”

“Then, I guess you guys are sleeping over” I said, sadly.

“Why? How long have you been waiting? Liam asked.

“About half an hour, or so”.

“It’s okay, mate” Niall said in an attempt to comfort me.

“I’m fine, I only just met her. Now, get out of my room. Either go back to your own flat or sleep in the other rooms” I said.

“Why can’t I sleep in your bed? Yours is comfier!” Louis said.

“No, he’s saving that spot for Jasmine” said Liam with a wink.

After five minutes of insults, begging, and pillows being thrown, the boys finally decided that they would sleep in the 3 other guest bedrooms; Niall and Liam shared.

“Okay, lads, get to bed, we have rehearsal tomorrow morning at 8. Final concert in two days!” Liam reminded.

On that note, the boys went to their room, and I made myself comfortable in bed. I took one last look at the clock before drifting off to bed.

10:04 JUNE 17TH, 2012

What a day.

Jasmine’s POV:

I woke up to Tahlia yelling at me. The curtains were drawn, bringing in the sunlight and signaling that it was already about 8’ o clock in the morning.


As soon as I heard the name Harry, I sprung out of bed. I couldn’t tell Tahlia about Harry. She would freak out. I wasn’t even sure what was happening between him and me. Is anything even happening?, I thought.I needed to pretend I didn’t know.

“What are you talking about?” I asked her innocently.

“You have a text from Harry” she stated.

“Harry? As in, my ex-boyfriend, Harry?” I asked, pretending to be confused.

“Well, yeah”.

“Wait a minute, how do you know I have a text?” I eyed her suspiciously. “TAHLIA, DID YOU LOOK THROUGH MY PHONE?”

“Okay, okay. Only for a second, because your Mum called me! She was worried about you and she told me to check your phone because she wanted to make sure that her calls were going through. Then, I saw the name Harry and I got worried” she responded guiltily.

“Thanks, I guess. And for the record, that’s a different Harry that I met yesterday at the café” I said.

“Harry?” I nodded.

“What a coincidence. Wait, you haven’t even been here for 24 hours yet, and you manage to snag somebody’s number already?!” She squealed.

I had never really thought about it like that. I was just an ordinary girl. She nudged me, asking for details, so I told her everything had happened at the café. I told her everything, except for the fact that he was Harry Styles. Tahlia, for now I decided, would only know him as Harry.

“Go for it” she simply stated.

“Go for what?” I asked curiously.

“Text him back!” she said, bringing the palm of her hand to her face and shaking her head.

“What? No! Why?” I questioned.

“Give him a chance. There’s no point of waiting for Harold; you and I both know, from what you’ve told me, that he’s not going to change his mind. And what’s the worst that can happen? It’s just a text”.

I sat there, thinking about what Tahlia just told me. She was right. Harold and I would never be the same again, and I needed to move on with my life.

“Also, I refuse to leave until you reply” she said, crossing her arms.

I rolled my eyes and read what he had written.

*TEXT FROM HARRY: Hi, Jasmine! –Harry xx*

Thank you for not writing your last name, I thought.

*TEXT TO HARRY: Hi Harry :)*

TaHlia left the room after seeing me reply, clearly amused with herself. Almost immediately, I had received a text back.

*TEXT FROM HARRY: Good morning, lovely. I’m going to be busy the next couple of hours, but I was wondering if you would like to meet me at the café again? Around 3?*

What’s the worst that could happen?

*TEXT TO HARRY: I’d love to. See you then!

I walked out into the living room, wanting to eat breakfast. I could smell pancakes and bacon and I was starving.

Tahlia placed a plate of the food in front of her and began to eat.

“Where’s my food?” I asked.

“Details first” Tahlia demanded.

“Augh. I’m meeting him at the café later.” I said, feeling my stomach grumbling. “Give me food!” I demanded.

“Good girl”, she said. “Don’t forget about the concert tomorrow!”

“The concert is tomorrow?! I have nothing to wear” I said.

“We’re the same size, you can borrow my clothes”.

“Fine”, I said. She placed the food in front of me, and I ate like I hadn’t eaten in days.

After we had both finished eating and the dishes had been cleaned, I told tahlia, “You know I’m not going to let anything happen between us? I’m only giving him this one chance”.

“Jasmine, you can’t just avoid this”.

“Avoid what? I’m not avoiding anything!” I said, putting my arms up in defense.

“Love, woman. You’re scared to fall in love” she said.

“Love?! I barely know him! I only know his name!” I groaned.

“You never know” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

Before I knew it, it was already 2:30. The café was about 10 minutes away, walking distance, so I still had time. I threw on a blue floral top, a white cardigan, faded blue skinny jeans, and a pair of sky blue toms. Tahlia winked at me, wished me good luck, and I made my way to the café.

Here goes nothing.

Harry’s POV:

I sat at the same table I had seen her sitting at yesterday. It was 2:59 and I started to think that she had stood me up when I saw her into the café. I smiled my cheekiest grin, and she smiled at me, causing flutters in my stomach.

“Well, hello. I was starting to think you stood me up. How was your day?” I asked.

“I would never stand you up”, she said, making me even happier. “And my day was quite boring. Yours?”

Before I could reply, a waitress came over, bringing two cups of hot chocolate. She was pretty, I had to admit, but I only had eyes for the woman in front of me. The waiter looked as if she was about to scream.

“Can I have your autograph?” she squealed.

Oh, no, I thought. Jasmine doesn’t know I’m Harry Styles. I signed her autograph and took a picture with her. As soon as the waiter left, I turned to Jasmine and said, “Look, I have to tell you something”.

“Are you going to tell me that you are a famous singer and that girls swoon at the mention of your name?” she said, laughing.

“Wait, what? How’d you-”

“Roommate. She loves you. Your daughter’s name will be Darcy” she said.

“Well, I do love that name”, I said, attempting to flirt.

“Why were you at the café yesterday? Why are you here today? Aren’t you supposed to be working and not acting like a normal person?”

“Well, we spent the first half of 2012 touring the world, so we were given a break. Also, we got a new manager, who’s much nicer. So I’m free until September. But, I’m tired of talking about me. Tell me about yourself”.

“Well”, she started, “My full name is Jasmine Mearns. I arrived in London yesterday as an escape from a horrible break-up, explaining my glum mood yesterday. I am here until September. I am 18 and am going to attend Harvard University on scholarship when I go back”.

“Impressive”, I said. “Would you like to know more about me?”

“Not at all”, she said with a serious face. I probably had a look of horror on my face, seeing as she winked a few seconds later.

“Well, my name is Harry Styles. I am part of a band named One Direction. I am famous, yes, and I appreciate every single one of my fans”.

“That’s sweet of you”, she said.

“Well, I try”.

We talked for two more hours and we learned more about each other. She told me she’s half New Zealand and was born in Australia. She also told me that she is currently staying with her friend Tahlia in her flat. We made more small talk when, all of a sudden, we started to talk about her ex-boyfriend. She told me how Harold had cheated on her and what their relationship had been like.

“And he is the reason I am now in England, sitting in front of Harry Styles at café de Michelle” she said, finishing her story.

“I only like one thing about him” I said.

“What would that be?”

“He brought me you”.

Jasmine’s POV:

Oh no, I thought. He couldn’t be flirting with me. This is not happening.

We sat in silence, and when I thought the situation couldn’t get any more awkward, I heard the bell of the café ding and a familiar voice.

“What. The. Fuck”.
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