Okay, so this is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it has any mistakes! ouo;

Chapter 1

I tied my long, jet-black hair into a loose bun, grabbed my bag, and headed out to the super market. I moved from a small town in Oregon,
to an apartment in London a few months ago. It was kind of an impulse. I had no friends back in Oregon. So I figured, why not? When I turned eighteen, I moved.

Nothing much has changed, I still have no friends, but at least it's not as boring. I walked tiredly to my car and got in lazily. Whilst slouching in the drivers seat,
I covered my face with my hands. I sat there, thinking, wishing things would change. I sat back up, moved a stray piece of hair from my face, and began driving.

When I got there, I slammed my door harshly. I was in no mood for going out. I'm not sure why I was so pissy, BUT I WAS JUST PISSED GOD DAMMIT.
I headed out to get milk, when I was tapped on the shoulder.

"E-e-excuse me, but do you know where t-t-the orange segments are? From the tin?" stammered a deep voice.

"Do I look like an employee to you?" I said bitterly.

I turned around to see none other, than Harry Styles. I looked down to at what I was wearing, a black tank top and a pair of old sweat pants. I flushed a bright red.

"I don't know, maybe…." he replied with a cheeky grin on his face.

This made me blush even more. "Shut up! It's not like you look any better!"

Actually, he didn't. He was wearing a Jack Willis Sweatshirt with a pair of pajama bottoms. But, he still looked utterly gorgeous.
I just wanted to run my fingers through his curly mess of hair. And his bright green eyes seemed as though they sparkled. I ignored all these feelings, and kept talking to him with a bit of an attitude.

He looked down at himself, and blushed a little also. I chuckled at this.

"Well I guess we have something in common, we're both a mess." He said giggling a bit.

"Who are you calling a mess? Hmph!". He walked closer to me and put his hand on my cheek.

"You're a beautiful mess, you know that?"

I could feel his breath on me. He smelled of vanilla, but slightly, I'm not sure how to put it, spicy? By now, my cheeks probably looked as red as a fire hydrant.

I backed away a little bit, moving away from his hands. I looked away, trying to hide my face. I crossed my arms and turned away from him.

"You don't even know my name." I said stubbornly. "I could be a mass murderer for all you know".

He laughed and said, "Okay, fine. Let's start over. My name is Harry, and you?" I already knew his name, but I didn't say anything about it.

"My name is Hayden. Nice to meet you Harry!" I held out my hand for him to shake it. He shook my hand. He has a firm, but yet gentle grip. He smiled, which made me smile also. I probably have the stupidest look on my face. He is one of the few people you meet in life, who make you smile like an idiot.

"Ahh, well, I probably should go now." He had such a sad look on his face. He seemed to not want me to say goodbye.

"Wait! Before you go, can I have your number?" He said as I was turning away. "O-o-okay" I managed to say.

I was in complete shock. Harry Styles wanted MY number. I was just…Hayden.

I had long messy black hair that never seemed to stay in place, a weird birthmark on my wrist, and a scar hidden
on the back of my neck that I don't even know came from. The only feature I liked about myself was my eyes.
They were bright blue, like the ocean.

I took out a napkin and pen from my purse and scribbled my number on it. "Thanks." He said smiling. I walked out
of the store with nothing in hand, completely forgetting what I came there for.

I made sure not to trip over anything. I was prone to tripping. I suddenly bumped into a girl. She had bright blue eyes
and brownish-red hair. "Sorry!" I apologized.
She laughed and said "It's cool, my name's Casey. How 'bout you?"

She seemed pretty cool, and she didn't have a British accent, so I guess she's from America.
I got really excited by this. She was the first American I met from here, so far.

"My name's Hayden!" I smiled. "Hey, you seem chill. You should come with me to my friend's party!" she said.
"Yeah, sure! I'd love to, here's my number so you text me the deets."

I was ecstatic! I know this sounds super lame, but she was my first friend since I moved to London.
We exchanged phone numbers, and then we both left.
This horrible day, turned out to be one of the best.