Nathalia Grace's POV -
I took a sip of my coffee and looked at the fresh book in front of me that I had just picked up from the book store. It's called 'Amazing Grace'. My parents are writers, they own a series of books about this 'Amazing Grace' - me. Nathalia Grace.
I turned the couple of pages and inhaled the scent of a completely new book.
My eyes wandered slowly down the white pages.
''What are you reading'', a deep British accent rudely interrupted my reading.
I looked up and let my eyes wander around him. My eyes met his deep green eyes.
He smiled widely and sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.
''A children's book?'' he said and pointed at the book in my hands.
''Yes. What brings you here?'' I said confidently and looked at his wild curled hair.
''I just saw you when you walked in and I felt the need to tell you that you are absolutely beautiful darling'' He said and smiled with a flirtatious look in his eyes.
''Thanks'' I said politely and closed the book carefully placing it beside my coffee cup.
''Amazing Grace'' He said smiling at the book, ''You know that book if for children, right?''
''Yes - I am perfectly aware'', I said and smiled ''I know the writers personally''
''Well that explains it... What's your name beautiful?'' he said and placed his elbows on the table slowly leaning closer to me.
''Nathalia Grace'', I introduced myself ''And what is a privileged young man like you called?''
''Harry'', he held a small pause ''Harry styles''
''Nice to meet you Styles''
''Nice to meet you too Grace.''
I stood up and picked up my book and put it in my purse. I felt his eyes on me.
''Stop staring at me''
Harry Styles' POV-
''I'm not staring'', I smirked ''I'm simply wondering where you're headed''
''I would love to stay and continue conversing'', her posh accent made me smile even wider ''but I have an event to attend''
She was on her way out of the cafe. I stood up and followed her outside where she turned around once again stunned me with er beauty. She wasn't wearing any makeup - not that she needed to - she looked completely perfect. Her long hair fell down to just below her shoulders.
She was rich - without doubt. But she didn't seem snobby. That's why she caught my attention.
Her beauty was shining through her eyes, smile, and posture.
She looked confident.
She looked strong.
She looked too good to be true.