So here is the second chapter for those interested. I've decided to update on Saturdays and Wednesdays. So, I hope you enjoy.

Oh, and also I forgot to mention last chapter-this is a work of fiction, so I apologize for any inaccurate descriptions of real people, or if my descriptions don't match the image in your head.

Also, I caught a typo in the last chapter that I missed and am sorry for that. I think this one is free of them, but don't hold me to that.

Please review! xx

II

Harry

I had slept for hours and was still jetlagged. Me and the boys had flown in from London the day before to do some interviews and publicity stuff in Boston, spreading the word about our next tour and other such business matters. We had flown into Logan at around 8:00 P.M., waved a quick hello to the fans who were camped out at the airport waiting for us to get in, and went to our hotel where we promptly passed out. I woke up at 7:00 in the morning feeling like it was time for lunch.

Groggy and disgruntled, I texted the boys to see if anyone else was up. No one replied. Muttering slightly to myself, I headed to the shower. The hot water did wonders waking me up, and I was awake and dressed before 8:00. I checked my phone. There were still no replies from the guys. I smirked and shook my head. They would sleep in on our day off. Helping myself to some of the complementary cookies provided by the hotel, I tweeted a quick "Good morning Boston!" to the world, and headed out.

It had been a year since we had been to Boston, and the first time we didn't have enough time to go around and see anything. I wanted to change that this time around. In the lobby, I picked up a map of the city and asked the woman working at the check-in where she thought I should start. She suggested walking around the common and the Public Garden first and gave me directions. I thanked her and headed out.

I walked around the common for a while, observing nature and enjoying the day and such. But you can only take so much of that before it gets boring. I had made my way across the common and through the Public Garden and was walking along Arlington Street when another sign caught my eye.

Newbury Street.

I remembered hearing that name mentioned before. And I was pretty sure there was Jack Wills on that street too. My interest had been piqued.

I waited for the traffic, thinking to myself of how funny it would be if Louis were here to do his stop the traffic, let the people through dance. Eventually, there was a gap in traffic and I jogged across the street. I hadn't walked a block and I could tell that this was high-end Boston. I walked by designer after designer with a modeling agency, gallery, and café thrown in every so often. It was a materialistic person's heaven. Almost every person I walked by was carrying some shopping bag or another, and it became obvious that most of the girls who I would have thought were pretty and gone after were the most materialistic of all, if their shopping bags were anything to go by. Our song "I Want" was running through my head on repeat. I looked down at my Converse clad feet scuffing along the sidewalk, trying to block out any negativity that could potentially bring me down during our trip.

I had to walk a very long way before I reached Jack Wills. I didn't realize the street was so long. Once inside the store, it felt like I was back in London again. Everything was so familiar. But you're not in London. You're in Boston. Get a grip. I shook my head and flipped my curls out of my face, reorienting myself. I decided it wouldn't hurt to get some new clothes. I started looking through a rack of polo shirts when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

Someone.

She was looking through the sale rack near the fitting rooms. The look on her face suggested that she didn't like anything she was seeing. Her lips were pursed, and her nose slightly wrinkled. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled into a braid over her shoulder, but I could see parts of it falling out of the braid from where I was across the store. She was wearing skinny jeans, white converse, a purple t-shirt, and a worn looking black hoodie. I smiled. Of all the girls I had seen today, she was the only one who didn't look like she spent five hours planning out what she was going to wear and yet was just as attractive as any of them. I watched her look through all the clothes on the rack, looking more discouraged every second. Finally, she sighed and closed her eyes. Her eyes shut and I found myself staring at her eyelashes. They were quite long. Styles. What are you doing? Stop staring! The voice in my head started scolding me, so I tried to go back to looking at shirts.

It didn't work.

I glanced back over at her. She was now examining a navy colored shirt in the non-sale part of the store, but immediately jumped away from it when she looked at the price tag. She was looking at her hand like she had burned it while touching the shirt. She blinked a couple times and shook her hand in the air like she was still trying to cool down the burn and moved onto a table covered in generic t-shirts. There was something different about the way she walked. It was almost as if she was gliding along the floor. And then she would stumble a bit and have to quickly regain her footing. But unlike most other people, she didn't look around to see if anyone saw her blunder. She would just carry on as if nothing had happened. She was fascinating to watch.

My phone vibrating in my pocket brought me back to the present. I pulled it out and checked who was calling. Louis.

I hit the answer button and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello."

"So where'd you get off to all bright and early without telling us?"

"Decided to see the sights. And I did try telling you guys but none of you checked your phones."

"Hey!" he said mock-defensively. "I did the reasonable thing and decided to sleep in on our day off. God knows we won't have nearly enough time for it the rest of the trip."

I laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right. The time change just messed me up."

"I hear you, mate," he answered sympathetically, stifling a yawn. "Listen, the rest of us are going to go on one of those duck tour things and maybe look around the city some more. Want to meet up with us?"

I thought for a moment, but decided against it. "No, I kind of want to just do my own thing today. I'm in Jack Wills right now looking around."

He laughed. "You're such a girl."

"Shut up," I told him, smiling. "I'll meet you guys for dinner or something."

"Okay. Enjoy your shopping."

"Shut up!" I laughed, and hung up. Without thinking, I glanced back over to where the girl had been before. I felt a pang in my chest when she wasn't there. I abandoned the practice of being subtle and looked wildly around the store, desperately hoping she hadn't walked out while I was on the phone. I exhaled in relief when I found her again looking at a dress. I smirked. I could tell she wanted that dress. She would stare at it, reach her hand out and stroke it, drop her hand back to her side and repeat the process. It was a pretty dress. Light pink with little blue spots on it. They might've been flowers. I was too far away to tell for sure.

Without completely deciding it was a good thing to do, I began to walk over to where she was standing. I had done plenty of flirting, talked to more girls than I could probably count, but still something about this seemed different. More meaningful in some strange way. I stopped walking when I was about a foot behind her, slightly off to the right so I could see a bit of her face. I noticed her shift while she was standing, aware that someone was behind her. I didn't want to seem like a weird stalker or anything, so I made myself known. "That dress would look really great on you," I told her in hopefully not creepy way. Then again, here I was some random guy walking up behind her in a shop, so there was definitely some aspect of creepiness to it. At least I was reasonably good looking. That might end up saving the moment if she thought I was some stalker.

Thankfully, I saw smile. Actually, it was more of a smirk. That's different, I thought to myself. Without looking at me, she responded, "Well thank you, Harry. I'm glad you think so."

I was taken aback for a moment. How did she know who I was? She didn't even look at me. But I recovered and said in what I hoped was a smooth transition, "You should try it on."

She finally turned to me. She was a good deal shorter than me and had to look up quite a bit to make eye contact. I backed away a bit for her benefit. She noticed and raised her eyebrows. "Quite short, aren't I?" she said. I opened my mouth, trying to think of some way to respond, but she cut me off. "You don't have to answer that, I know it's true. And it is one of the many reasons why I won't be trying on the dress. See, to look good in that dress, you would have to be very tall with very long legs, and very skinny, none of which are qualities I possess. Additionally, it costs more money than I can afford to spend, so there is no way I could ever buy it, and even if I could, I would have no place to wear it."

I gawked at her. I was at a complete loss for words. I hadn't expected her to be this forward at all. I'd probably just gotten used to the fans who were frequently at a loss for words when they got a chance to talk to us. Either that or trying not to hyperventilate. Don't get me wrong, I love the fans. We would be nowhere without them, but at the same time, the screaming did occasionally hurt you ears. She smirked at me some more. It made her eyes crinkle in a very cute way. But there was a devilish gleam in them. "At a loss for words, Styles?" she asked with a bit of a laugh.

I blinked and tried to get my brain to function again. "How did you know it was me before you even turned around?"

That made her falter a bit. Finally! I thought. I wasn't used to being out-witted. Her cheeks turned a bit pink and her eyes darted to the floor. "Your voice stands out when you're used to only hearing American accents all the time." She hesitated before continuing. "And I've listened to enough of you interviews and stuff to be able to recognize it."

Now I got to smirk. So she was a fan. "I need to give you credit for not completely freaking out. That's what usually happens."

She gave a small laugh. "Well, be glad it isn't a year ago. If that were the case, I'd probably be passed out on the floor by now." She turned back to the dress, touching it again. I noticed the purse she had over her shoulder. It was canvas and was covered with pins, many of them with snarky sayings on them. I began to read them. "Amazingly enough, I don't give a shit!" declared one. "Drink coffee: do stupid things faster and with more energy," said another. She had a couple music related ones ("Tune it or Die", "I can't…I have rehearsal) and I noticed a smaller one with a picture of the T.A.R.D.I.S. from Doctor Who on it. Suddenly, her voice brought me back to the situation at hand. "Enjoying the view?"

I suddenly realized what it probably looked like I was doing. I quickly straightened up. "I wasn't—" I started, but as I started to say it, the power of suggestion took over and I did look. Skinny jeans were very flattering on her. But then she turned to face me and I looked back up at her. She had crossed her arms over her chest but didn't look too upset.

"Sure you weren't," she said, eyebrows raised.

I looked at the floor and stuck my hands in my pockets. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she laughed. "I suppose I should take it as a compliment. It's not like hot guys are checking me out on an hourly basis."

My ears focused in on one word. "You think I'm hot?"

She blushed and glared at me. "Like you aren't already aware." After a pause she added, "My name's Rose. In case you wanted to know."

I smiled at her. "Lovely name."

"You're such a flirt," she said, rolling her eyes before sighing and looking back at the dress. I could see something in her face crumble as she grabbed one of the dresses off the rack, sighing. "I can't help myself," she declared, heading towards the fitting room.

"Mind if I watch the fashion show?" I asked as she walked away. She turned around and looked me over, as if judging whether I was serious or not. Finally she motioned with my arm to follow. I smiled and did just that.