A/N: Hello, sweet people, who takes time to read this story! I just wanted to tell you all that i would appreciate it if you'd comment and all that, so I know what to change/or do better.
English is not my first language, so please, be kind. Onwards we go!
I was lost with a big L. As of now, I was standing somewhere in London, staring around at buildings, trying to figure out where on earth I was; it wasn't really working.
I had decided a few months back, that I would travel to London, just to do something for myself. I did not expect me to get lost; that's kind of not the purpose of google maps. So, I was staring down my phone, willing it to tell me where to go (needless to say, it hadn't worked yet), and looking around. Which I had been doing for almost 15 minutes. I sighed deeply, and decided that the café across the street was as good a place as any to call a cab and get back to my hotel.
I stared at my phone once more, trying to see if it had figured anything out yet, but no such luck. I slipped it into my front pocket of my jeans, and checked my bag again - I still had everything i needed - and started to walk across the street to the café; which I would have reached, if it hadn't been for a bicycle almost ramming me down.
"OI! MOVE!" I glared at the man who had yelled at me, as I tried to stand up; only to fall backwards again, when my heel hit the curb and made me loose my balance.
I managed to think "Oh, this is just perfect." before I felt a body and heard a "Hmmpf" from behind me - and then we both fell.
I closed my eyes and hoped this was a stupid and very, very bad dream, but when I opened my eyes, I was still almost laying on the poor person who had been in the way for me and my clumsy feet.
"Oh my god, I am sooo so so so so sorry! Jesus, are you alright!?" I panicked a bit as I tried to remove myself from the warm body behind me, and I didn't dare turning around.
"I'm fine, don't worry." A dark, husky voice said. I turned around.
Perfect. Just perfect. Just my freaking luck. Really. Of course, I should ram into him.
"Sorry, still." I played it cool, and streched a hand out to help him up. As he stood, he chuckled and shook my hand.
"Hello. I'm Harry Styles, and this has been a very quaint meeting." I flushed bright red.
"Yeah. I'm Katherine Severin. Sorry again." I said, shaking his hand.
"Where were you headed before getting run over and knocking me down?" He chuckled again. I smirked.
"I'm not really sure. I'm sort of lost, so I was going to the café over there" I pointed at it, and continued, "to call a cab to take me back to the hotel; and maybe have a cup of coffee and a smoke." I laughed. "As you can see, I didn't exactly get that far." He laughed with me.
"No, you didn't. Let me escort you over there; can't have any more accidents, now, can we?" He smirked. I blushed.
We started walking, him being overly catious, and guiding me across the road.
"I'll be right back - just sit tight, yeah?" He asked as I had sat down in a chair outside. I simply nodded, and started looking through my bag for my cigarettes; I should have stopped smoking a long time ago, but... I'm on a vacation, so it's fine. For now, at least. I lit the cigarette and sucked in some smoke. Harry returned with two coffee's and a bagel.
"Hungry?" I enquired as he quickly dug into the bagel in front of him; he looked up at me and smiled.
"Famished." He grinned and returned to his bagel as I took a sip of my coffee and a drag of my cigarette.
"Where are you from? You've got an accent, I just can't place it. can I bum a smoek, by the way?" He asked as he had finished his bagel. I pushed the package towards him.
"I'm from Denmark. Small country. Not many knows where it is." I giggled. "But it's... I don't know, it's cute. I just felt like getting away, you know?" He smiled and nodded.
"I understand that. What I don't understand is why you're not freaking completely out right now." I raised my eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"Well... You are aware of who I am, I can see that, and it's just.. Most girls faint or scream or cry.. You get the picture. Nobody acts like you do right now." I smiled.
"Well, I believe everybody is human. No one likes being chased or screamed at everyday. Besides, I'm not that big of fan." I winked and smiled at him, and he laughed.
"Well, it's nice. So thank you." I nodded. "Not a problem, Harry. I do have two questions; where's the boys and where's all the screaming teenage-girls?" He chuckled.
"The boys are in our apartment, and didn't have the energy to go out today. A big mistake, if you ask me." He winked at me. "And for the screaming teenage-girls, I've learned how to hide. Not many people go to this part of town, and yeh.." He finished.
"Oh. Well, good for you, finding a place other people don't chase you around." I smiled at him, and he smiled broadly back.
"You need help finding your hotel?" He asked. I nodded. I had no idead where to go, really.
"Hang on. Let me just call..." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number, who picked up after 5 seconds.
"Hi. yeah. No, I'm fine. yes.. Don't.. No, okay, listen! I need to get car. I'm helping a lost tourist finding her hotel. Yeah. No... Wait a second." He pulled the phone from his ear. "What's the Hotel's name?" He asked.
"Journeys. It's at Kings Cross." He passed the information on to the person on the phone.
"Sure. Nah, man, it's fine. Sure. 'Right, talk to ya later." He hung up and looked at me.
"You want to have the experience of a lifetime?" He asked, smirking at me.