I followed the man's instructions.
I saw a Black BMW.
I assumed it's my Aunt's, after all she does have a private plane.
I knocked on the window.
Slowly, the black tinted windows rolled down.
My eyes widened.
Inside the car, I saw the one and only Harry Styles!
I started fan girling inside, but on the outside I kept my cool.
"Hey babe’" he said with a wink, his deep, slurred, British accent echoing off the sides of my head.
His voice was so sexy.
"Hey" I replied.
He kept looking me up and down.
Finally he asked, "By any chance are you Kayla?"
"Um yeah, I am, why?" I asked surprised that a superstar as famous as him would know about a nobody like me.
His eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, but I must go" he said before driving off.
Once his car was far in the distance, I saw another car.
This time it was a White Mercedes.
The windows rolled down immediately.
I saw a fairly young women, maybe in her early 30's or so, she had pretty long blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a cute Victoria's Secret sweatshirt with the words PINK! written across.
Obviously, she's been to America.
"Hey there!" she said cheerful.
Her teeth were so white, and she has a beautiful smile.
"Are you Kayla Mathews?" she asked with a hopeful smile.
"Yes" I replied.
"Okay! Great! I'm your Aunt Lin!" She exclaimed.
"Cool" was all I said putting my suitcases in the back of the trunk.
Now that I did think about it, we kind of looked alike.
We both had long, blonde Carrie Underwood hair, she had blue eyes and I had green, and we both were tall.
My thoughts were erupted by the car behind us.
He was honking the horn like crazy.
I slammed the trunk down and hopped inside the car.
In the car the air was cold.
I mean, outside was no better, it was damp and cold there too but inside the car felt like an igloo.
She must have noticed I was cold because she turned on the heat.
About 10 minutes later we were home.
The house was beautiful.
We were on a hill, and from inside the glass wall, I saw a winding staircase.
"I have a suprise for you!" she squealed.
In some ways she reminded me of my friend Kat.
In the garage I saw the Black BMW from the Airport.
No, it couldn't be. I thought to myself.
She opened the front door and we went inside.
I looked around the big house for anyone, someone.
"Babe, I’m home!" my Aunt called.
'Babe?' I wondered. 'My Aunt has a boyfriend?'
I heard footsteps upstairs.
Finally, I saw the same man I saw at the Airport in the car.
Our eyes locked and then he winked at me.
I looked at the floor blushing.
"Kayla" my Aunt started.
I looked at my Aunt.
"This is my boyfriend!" she exclaimed.
My eyes widened and I looked at him.
My Aunt's Boyfriend is HARRY STYLES.