So, tonight I'll go back to Portugal after one week here in London. I love spending some time with my dad because we don't see each other a lot since he has moved to London but I really miss my friends back there.
"Mia, I got a call from work and I gotta go there but it will only take half an hour. I'll be back in time to get you to the airport." My father said from the door while I packed.
"It's ok." I smiled. "I'll stay here."
After one hour I was seated in my bed without anything to do. After glancing to the clock for the tenth time I sighed and decided to go for a walk while dad was not home.
I putted on my coat since London is a lot colder than Portugal and went out. I bought a magazine and decided to wait in some place a bit warmer so I went to Starbucks.
After two lattés and one more hour I needed to pee therefore I got up and went to the bathroom. Tired of waiting I took my phone of my pocked to text my father but meanwhile I ran into something. Well, someone...
"Desculpa" I looked up and saw someone I was not expecting.
"I'm sorry what?" he said with the most dazzling smile. I think I took me a few minutes to actually answer but he waited.
"Oh, I was saying 'sorry' in my language. I was distracted with my phone."
"That's ok." he responded. "By the way, where are you from?" he smiled again.
"Portugal" I looked down not to be smitten by his eyes.
"Oh I know Portugal, I've been there. It's a lovely country I must say."
"Really? You've been to Portugal?" I was surprised.
"Yeah, what's so surprising?" He looked curious.
"Well I didn't know your kind of person would go to Portugal." What did I just say?
"What exacly is my kind of person?" he frowned.
"I'm sorry how rude of me. What I meant was I didn't know famous people like you would travel to Portugal." he smiled relieved. Oh I see what everyone meant about the dimples.
"So you know who I am?" he smiled largely. If his mission was trying to kill me, he was definately succeding!
"Well... I mean... I don't live in a cave." I rolled my eyes and he laughed loudly.
"That doesn't seem fair. You know who I am and I don't even know your name" he said playfully.
"Mia, Mia Cortês." I smiled sweetly.
"Well, hello Mia, I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He shooked my hand. My name in his voice was something from another world. I've come to London a couple of times but I was always enchanted by the british accent, I could definately get used to that everyday.
"Oh really? I had no idea!" I joked.
"Yeah, probably you..." he stopped and looked behind me. I looked in the same direction and my eyes widened.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked a little embarassed.
"I got home and you weren't there so I thought you'd be here. Are you talking to the person I think you're talking?" he seemed shocked.
Harry was looking at us obviously clueless about what we were saying once we were speaking in portuguese.
"Let's just go dad, I don't want to miss the plane" I suggested. He got out of the caffe and waited for me outside.
"You're leaving?" he asked still confused.
"Yeah, I have a plane to catch."
"Nice to meet you. Bye."
I was about to reach the door when I heard something behind me.
"Wait" Harry was walking im my way and I could see everyone looking at us.
He approached me but didn't say a word for a few seconds. It seemed like he was trying to say something but didn't know how to.
"Nice to meet you too" He finally said showing me his dimples. All I could do was smile like a fool.
When I reached my father outside the caffe I looked back and saw him sitting on a table with more four guys that I obviously knew. They were all looking in my direction. Shame crossed my face and I immediately looked somewhere else.
I couldn't believe I had just seen One Direction. More, that I had actually talked to Harry.
I couldn't show my happiness while we were talking 'cauze it would probably scare him away but I was a fan of the band and knew a coulpe of things about them... A couple ahah, sure...
"So dad, they're calling my plane!" I stood up from the airport seats to hug him.
"Call me when you get there ok? And tell your sister I miss her." He hugged me back.
"Yes daddy. Bye"
I reached the gates and waved, not only to my father but also to this country. I didn't know when I would return.
"Bye London" I whispered to myself.
"Miaa" My little sister screamed in the minute she saw me.
"Hello baby girl" I lifted her from the ground. "Hi mom".
"Did you have a nice flight?"
"Yeah I was normal." I shrugged.
"And how is your father?"
"He's fine but I can see he's very busy. I spent the most time by myself there, he was always working," I complained.
"Honey your dad moved to London two years ago, he's still getting used to the new city."
After a while in the car my mother broke the silence "Did you have fun?"
"It's not like it's the first time I go to London but yeah it was nice." I replied.
"Did you meet a hot british boy?" My sister asked from the back.
"No." You had no idea.