By the time I had reached the bottom of the bricked path, the gorgeous looking boy had reached me.
'Alright love?' He asked.
'Yeah, I'm good thanks, you?' I replied.
'I'm good thanks! You've just moved in there, right?' He asked me, as I stood there awkwardly.
'Yep' I nodded, not really knowing what to do.
'Oh nice, I'm Harry, Harry Styles' he introduced himself to me.
'I'm Bailey.. Bailey Delacruz' I introduced myself back to him.
'Nice name!' He said, making me laugh.
'Really? I hate it' I giggled.
'Where you going?' He asked me.
'Just for a walk round if I'm honest, I need to get to know my 'home'' I told him.
'I'll walk with you, can't leave a pretty girl like yourself to walk round here on your own! You might get lost!' He told me, making me blush slightly. 'I'll show you round' he said, gesturing me to follow him, as I did.
'Okay, thanks' I smiled at him.
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I don't know where we were going, but we ended up in a park, sitting on the grass, under a tree, next to some lake.
'Tell me about your self then, love' Harry told me.
'Erm, ok. What do you want to know?' I asked him.
'Anything' he smiled, moving infront of me with his legs crossed.
'How about, you ask me questions, and I'll answer them. Then you get to know what you really want to know' I smiled at him, he really was the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen. I could tell by the moment he walked up to me this morning, that we'll be quite good friends.
'Alright then' He agreed. 'How old are you?' He asked, looking to my eyes.
'15' I smiled, looking back into his. 'You?'
'16'
'Do you have any brothers or sisters' he questioned.
'I have a little sister Libby, she's three. And I have a older brother James, he's 24. He doesn't live with us though' I responded to him.
'I have an older sister, Gemma, she's 21' he told me. 'Where did you move from?'
'Wales' I smiled, thinking about the memories I had there.
'Oh yeah, I can tell now. Your accent!' He grinned.
'Shuttup, I do not have an accent. I hate it' I cringed.
'I think it's cute' He smiled.
'Thanks.. I guess' I laughed.
'Can you speak Welsh?' He asked.
'I can indeed'
'Speak Welsh!' He instructed, it was more of a demand than a question.
'No!' I laughed. 'What do you want me to say?'
'Erm, anything?' he smiled innocently.
'You're so cute, bless you!' I grinned, ruffling his curls.
'Get off!' he laughed.
We sat there for about another hour, just getting to know each other a little bit better. By the time we'd finished asking each other questions. My head was on Harry's shoulder. I'd been really comfortable around him, I don't know why, when I'm usually around boys, I get really shy. Something about Harry was different, something told me that he was different to all the other boys.
'Have you ever been in love?' Harry asked me randomly.
'I can't say I have if I'm honest.' I told him. 'I've never had a boyfriend' I added.
'Wow, really?' He asked, he seemed shocked about my last comment that I've never had a boyfriend.
'Yep' I nodded. 'Right I best get home now, thanks for this Harry' I smiled at him, as he got up, offering my his hand to take, to help me up, which I gladly accepting, smiling at him.
'I'll walk you home' He smiled back at me, putting his arm around me.
After about 10 minutes walking, we arrived back at home, as we stood in the middle of the road, ready to part our ways going to our separate houses, as they where only opposite each other.
'I forgot to ask you, are you starting school tomorrow?' He asked.
'I am indeed..' I said nervously. I hated starting a new school.
'Holmes Chapel Comprehensive?' He asked.
'That's correct' I smiled.
'I go there too! Do you want me to pick you up in the morning? We could walk together if you like? I understand if you don't want to as it's your first-'
'Yes, that'd be lovely Harry' I laughed, cutting him off as he was rambling.
'Okay' He smiled. 'I'll pick you up at half 8?'
'That'd be great, thanks Harry, see you in the morning' I smiled back at him, there was something about me when I was around him.. When I was around him, I can't stop smiling. He has some weird effect over me that I can't quite put my finger on.
I turned around ready to head back into my house.
'WAIT' I heard Harry shout, before running back over to me, handing me a piece of paper. 'It's my number, text me' He smiled.
'Alright, I will! Bye Harry!' I laughed.
'Cya' He smiled, before we both headed off into our separate houses.
