"Hi, I'm Harry." I heard the curly-haired boy's voice as he opened the door and came in, plopping down on the sofa across from me.
"Okay, should we start?"
"I'll start by saying that you look a-Mais-ing." He winked. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Flirt." I muttered under my breath.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Oh, nothing," I said through gritted teeth, "let's just get onto the first question. Where are you from?"
"Holmes Chapel, England. And I know where you're from: Heaven."
"Haha. What's your favourite food?"
"Sweetcorn and tacos."
"Okay, what's your full name."
"Harry Edward Styles." I continued asking him questions until I was out of them. He left, but not without making a flirty comment and winking.