Bumping into a local stranger can just be an average thing. You see them a lot, you might even pop in a little hello every now and then.
But when this person has fallen deeply for you, what is there to do?
Meet 'local stranger', or as some might say, Harry Styles.


1. W. Mandeville Bakery.

Don't get me wrong, I love shopping. But food shopping? Hah, I'll pass thank you. Times like this I wish that I still lived with my parents so that I didn't have to do it, but since they told me I'm better off on my own for Uni, I guess that's where I'm stuck.

 The thing with this little village in Cheshire is that the shops are run by quite old people. I think they're cute and all, but they have a certain.. I'm not sure how to say this... smell. Quite a rusty smell. Especially this shop I'm in now. There's flies buzzing around the light, and dust has settled on the shelf. As I picked up the bread from the shelf, I noticed that it had gone and crumbled right in the packet in my hand. Hm, I think I'll pass on this one. I put the bread back and walked out.

Walking down the street, I get a smile off a few 12 year olds.

"Hi Victoria!" They smile and wave.

"Hey girls" I reply and quickly walk into the nearest shop to escape them.

As I pushed the door open, it instantly smells of home made bagels and fresh doughnuts, a very welcoming smell. Stepping forward, I asked the woman if she had any bread.

"Oh yes, my love, we do! Harry, dear!" She calls, "Can you fetch some white bread?"

"Okay Barbara."

Behind a door appears a tall male and he walks over towards me and beside Barbara.

"There you go" He smiles, revealing a dimple, handing me a bag of bread, "Freshly cooked and ready to eat". His green eyes sparkle and he has to flick his curly hair out of them.

"Yes, this is Harry, he's excellent help" says Barbara, smacking his bottom. Harry's eyes go wide and he lets out a petrified face. I can't help but giggle; he copies.

"Well thank you both" I smile and walk towards the glass door.

As soon as I am outside, I look back inside the shop window. Barbara was putting some bagels in the oven and Harry had disappeared. I peered at the sign; W. Mandeville Bakery. I mentally jot down the name in my head and head back to my flat.

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