I leant against the doorframe and smiled softly at the television. Staring back at me was a face that I couldn't describe with enough compliments; his emerald green eyes, his warm, wide smile and that mess of hair that fell just right around his face. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, knowing that I'd never have the chance of meeting or knowing Harry Styles, yet when I saw him on all of the magazines, books, TV shows, I felt as if I knew him – like I had a connection with him. I shook my head and laughed to myself, my thoughts don't half take me far away sometimes. I walked groggily into the kitchen and began to make something to eat.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I wonder who this could be at 12.00AM in the morning. I turned on the porch light and made my way to the front door warily.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I knelt down by the door and tilted my head towards the letterbox.

"Hello?" I heard quiet whispers, and then a voice that sounded way too familiar.

"Oh, hey, look we're really sorry for knocking on your door, but our mate's car has broken down and your house was the only one with a light on, so we thought we'd give it a shot..."

"I'm going to open this door, but if you try any funny business, I have a plank of wood and I am not afraid to use it okay?" I warned, the shadow that seemed to stand in front of me lowered down to my height and my eyes had to refocus quickly. I shot up, my fingers fumbling for my keys in my jacket pocket urgently. I stabbed the key into the lock and swung open the door. This just can't be happening; I slapped my hands to my face to make sure I was awake.

"Are you okay?" the shadow had turned into a figure; a figure that I just couldn't believe was standing in front of me. "Oh sorry, how rude of me, I'm Harry and this is..."

"Ha! Oh God, you don't have to introduce yourselves, I know who you are" I snorted.

"Is that how you greet everyone you know?" he laughed. My eyes traced his face and then followed his eye line, realising I was still grasping onto the plank of wood I'd prepared to use so bravely. I dropped it, letting it hit the floor with a loud thump. It made me jump back in shock, hitting the back of my heel off the corner of the door; I collapsed to the floor and winced with the pain that shuddered through my foot.

"Ouch! What the bloody hell is that doing there!" I shrieked.

"Well, the door is usually there for a very good reason. May we come in? It's pretty cold" Harry said, his face scrunching up, obviously he was finding it very hard not to laugh at my misfortune.

"Yes...of course you can" I said, feeling quite ashamed of the state of my house when he stepped through into the hallway, I attempted to clean up as we walked towards the living room, but the mess just seemed to reappear in a different place.

I felt his eyes lay into me, like lasers cutting into metal. I closed my eyes and flew them upon his existence. He was really there. Harry Styles was in my house, standing on my floor, breathing in my air.