The Streets Of London ~ A Harry Styles Love Story

Sofia have rented an apartment in London with her bestie, Emilie. They both have to work on each of their career. After packing out they are really tired and want some energy. By coincidence they ended in Starbucks, and that is were they meet Niall and Harry. What happens next? Only time will tell.

(This story is dedicated for my lovely friend Sofia and are based on our hopes and dreams ♥)


8. Monday Morning

I woke up by the noise Emilie made from  the kitchen. My body felt weak and tender from packing out yesterday. "Good morning sweet pie!" Emilie yelled as she realised, I was awake. I was so tired, I could only have my eyes half open.

Emilie now stood right in front of me and stared at me. "You look soo cute, when you sleep.".she said, like she was talking to a pet.

I turned away from her and hid under the blanket. It was so early, and I just needed some more sleep. Just a little bit.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Emilie wanted to know. She tried to pull the blanket away from me, but I held it tight and hoped, she would go away.

"Food." I closed my eyes.

"Okaaay....What kind of food?" She asked and sat down on the couch. "English breakfast."

"So if I buy some bread from the bakery, would it count?" She slowly walked away.

"Sure." I answered and sat up. I opened my eyes. I blinked a couple of times to get use to the light. I  didn't though,I could fall asleep again so why try?  I looked at the clock on the wall above the TV. It was 9 am. I looked at Emilie, whose hair was wet - I assumed from showering.

"Have you been out for a run?" I asked her, and tried to force some energy into my body. It would look her to do something like that."Yes! And guess who I met?" she asked cunning. "Who?". "No one.... Where are everyone?" she asked curious.

"I don't know...Go look for someone down the bakery!" I said cheerful.

"Okaay.." She took her brown leather bag and her denim jacket on. She was wearing black shorts and a white tank top, and her brown hair was straight.

"Bye!" She said and closed the door. "Bye!" I yelled after her. I got up and folded the blanket.

I went inside my room to find something to wear. My room was small, but nice with candles and photos. It had a double bed (which had a lot of pillows) in the middle, a window in one side - with a free view of the charming trash full street. Next to the window were my desk and next to it was my guitar. In the other side of my room was my lovely closet. I opened my closet, where all the clothes were placed nicely. It wasn't going to look so perfect forever. A couple of days and it would be one big mess.

Hmmm.. "What to wear?" I said to myself, as I stood and tripped on my toes looking in my closet. I picked a white crop t-shirt and some stonewashed worn out denim shorts. I checked my phone. Still no text from Harry :( I started to get worried. What if he would never text me? What if he were to busy and forgot me? Arghh... Why couldn't I just stop thinking about him? It would be so mush easier..

I took my clothes and went to the bathroom. I let the water hit me, and got chills all over my body until the water became warm. It was nice to take a bath , and I felt fresh and ready to start the day.

"I'm back!" Emilie shouted. She was fast or... well.. maybe I was just slow. "In here!" I yelled, while I stepped out of the shower. I quickly towelled myself dry and took my clothes.

Emilie was almost done setting the table, when I came. I turned on the radio. It was always nice with some music.

"Sooo..." Emilie said, as we sat down. "Have you got a text from a certain person?". She was definitely talking about Harry. She sat with her eyes wide opened of expectation.

"Nooo..." I said with a heartfelt sigh. I put Nutella on my bread and started to eat.

"Perhaps he is busy right now.." Emilie said to cheer me up. "So I was thinking.." she said to change the subject. "That's new." I said and teased her. She squeezed her eyes together to make a mad face and then continued: "To send a job application to Starbucks... So.. Ehmm..How does this sounds?:"Dear Owner of Starbucks. I want to know, if you are hiring people at the moment? If you do, then I would love to work there..."" I nodded. It sounded fine so far, so she kept talking:""I saw Niall Horan in there and since he went there once, he might come back. Kind regards, Emilie"" she looked at me and waited for my response.

"Ehmm." I said and she started to giggle.

"Well the first part was good... But I think you should omit the last part." I answered with a wide smile. Luckily she meant it as a joke.

"I will get my computer and start writing." she said and left the table.  

The radio kept playing, and suddenly it played a familiar melody. Not just any melody. I had heard it before. It was long time since, but I remembered it. I stopped eating and focused. And then someone sang:"Maybe it's the way she walked" Wait a minute... Was that? Could it be? And then it hit me, which song it was.

"Hold on a second." Emilie said, as she came with her computer. "That's the Best Song Ever!" she said with big excitement. "Hey... That is a bit old. Isn't it? It's from 2013 or 2014 or something, right?" She asked and I nodded solemnly. She turned up the volume and we sang along: "And we danced all night to the best song ever! We knew every line. Now I can't remember!" Wow couldn't believe, I remembered it! :O She started to dance, and I kept singing with my mouth full of food. I think, that the way of being normal have been entirely misguided for us.

"Nailed it." Emilie said, when the song was over. She sank down in the chair again, and I could hear her pressing the buttons. I wanted to chat with her about Harry, but she looked deeply concentrated,  and I didn't wanted to interrupt.

I should probably start writing too. I bustled into action and grabbed my computer from my desk and brought it to the dinner table. My phone was still inside my room, so I went in there once again to get it, and that was, when I saw it. A message had popped up on my phone: "One missed call".

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