Change my mind

Micayla is an average girl, but unlike millions of girls she dislikes one direction. On her way home from work, she runs into a curly haired stranger. Its not untill he introduces himself, that she realizes who it is. She could care less. He can't figure her out and why she isn't head over heels for him. He chases her down every chance he gets. Will his charm change her mind? Or will she turn her back on him? This is my first movella so bare with me!:-)

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2. Meeting him

    Micayla's POV:

    He was a medium sized young man with alot of hair. I caught myself laughing out loud because of his crazy hair and he looked  up at me. Before my stupid laughing outbreak, he was messing on his phone. When I caught him looking up, I turned my head around to see if there was anyone behind me because at this piont, he was smiling. But as clumsy as I am, I walked right in to him, head first. Ouch! My fall was broken by his torso. Now I kind of say ouch for him. My things, of course, went flying and my mp3 player was sent somewhere into the far off land of freakin misfit toys. So not my day. As he slowly lifts me up off of him he pops up. Thanks bro! I guess I'm good down here. The sun is in my eyes when I look up and see an outline of a beautifuly shaped hand reaching towards mine. I throw my hand in his and he gently pulls me up.

    " You ok? You took quite a fall. Here. Let me help you with this," a deep voice says as he reaches over and grabs my bag and starts shoving things in it. " There. All better? My name is Harry."

   "Oh," I say looking for my mp3 player. Digging through the mess he created. " Thanks, Harry. You know I wouldn't have ma-," I say stopping halfway.

 I look up at the shadow. It is getting dark and I can't really see his face. I know that hair. I know that voice. That's Harry. Harry Styles. I think for a minute and then I tell myself he is just another dead bug on my windsheild. As weird as that sounds, it is true. I am NOT about to go all googoo gaga omg I love you, Harry on him. In fact, I could care less about him.

    It takes a minute or two to get out of my thinking process and understand that I have been akwardly staring at him for the past minute and a half.

    " See anything you like?" he says with a smirk and a smart ass tone in his voice.

   " No! Don't you have anything better to do? Like running away from a crowd of screaming girls?" I snap.

    "Damn! Chill out? Don't you know who I am? I am Harry Styles. And why aren't you one of those screaming girls?" he asks.

    " Uh have you ever heard of the words stupid, obsessed, insane or better yet UNINTERESTED? I don't need to be chasing after some cookie cutter pop stars. That's for sure." I say with a bitchy attitude.

  He looks kind of hurt by my words but he looks confused at the same time. Then again, it is pretty dark outside so he could just be constipated. Who knows.

     " Well, I guess I will be going the boys are probably waiting for me." He sounds enthusiastic about it but there is a sad tone mixed in at the end.

  I grab my things and continue walking down the sidewalk. I can feel him turn back and look at me as I walk off into the dark streets of London.

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