A/N: Lol, I kinda want to know... Is there anyone out there actually reading this?

Chapter Two

Lexi's POV

"Lexi, wake up!"

I jerked upright and pulled the headphones from my ear. "What?"

Carmen grinned. Her white teeth were bright, even in the dark. "We're almost there!"

I blinked. Had the plane ride almost ended already? "Our nine hour plane ride is over?"

She cocked her head to the side slightly. "Well, almost. We've got about half an hour left." She paused and looked over at Michelle. "Now help me wake her up!"

We both leaned over in our seats.

"Michelle," Carmen sang in a sing-song voice.

"Wake up," I said. No answer. Carmen and I looked at eachother. I grinned. I knew exactly what would get her up. "Justin Timberlake is here."

"Where?"

She shot up and looked around. Once she realized that he wasn't actually here, she slumped in her seat. "I hate you guys."

We laughed but were quickly shushed by the women behind us. Now that she kind of pointed it out, I quickly realized almost everyone was asleep. "Carmen, what time is it?"

She glanced at her watch. "It's two forty five in the morning."

I laid my head back against the seat. "I'm not going to be able to deal with the jet lag."

"Chill, babes. It's not as bad as it seems."

"I disagree. Completely. I hate jet lag." Michelle said.

"It's not that bad!"

"You're only saying that because you're used to it! You're on a plane all of the time!"

"You've come with me on vacation a lot, though! You should be used to it, too."

As they continued on with their little arguement, the minutes on the clock slowly trickled by. I was dozing off to sleep when the announcement came on. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived in London and are about to land. We hope that you're plane ride was satisfactory. Have a great time in the wonderful city of London!"

We got off of the plane and into baggage claim without much trouble. Soon, with all of our belongings, we were piled in a cab and headed to the Rodriguez' vacation house.

The car ride was forty five minutes long. We were all tired, so there wasn't much conversation. We got to the house, and since it was still dark out, I couldn't really see any details other than that it was quite a big home. We paid the cab driver and got out fo the car.

Following closely behind Carmen and Michelle, I lugged my suitcases up the front stairs. Carmen fumbled with the keys. My eyes were already drooping. If we didn't get into this house soon enough, I swear I was going to fall asleep on the front porch.

She pulled the key out and unlocked the door. "We're home!" She dropped her bags and walked around the hallway. "I'll show you guys around in the morning, right now I just want to sleep."

"Amen to that!" I moaned.

She showed me to my room and left, because it looks like she wanted sleep as much as I wanted it. The bed was big and soft, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep.

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"Lexi?"

I pulled my pillow over my head. "Go away."

"Alexa Greenweld. Get you're butt out of bed."

"Mmmmmhmmh."

"What?"

"I said, 'why should I?'"

"We're going to go get breakfast. Or, well, I guess you would call it lunch. It's one thirty," Michelle said.

I sat upright. Michelle was already dressed, and she was poking her head inside my door. "Is it really that late?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "So, are you going?"

I sat there and stared at her for a minute, as my brain was still pretty much asleep. She didn't say anything and just stared right back at me, with an expectant expression on her face. Finally, I threw my arms up in the air and started to get off of my bed. "Fine! Can I shower first? I don't want to smell like a monkey my first day in London."

She laughed. "Yeah, of course. I'll be downstairs with Carmen."

"Okay."

I watched her as she left my room, and listened to her footsteps as they echoed in the hallway. I stood still and took in my surroundings for a minute.

My bed was queen sized, and it had a periwinkle blue and cream colored comforter. There was a nightstand and a dresser over to the right of the room. One of the walls was completely made out of glass, overlooking the entire city. I walked over to the glass door. It had a balcony, and it extended about halfway over the wall. I had a bathroom all to myself, which made me smile. At home, I've always had to share a bathroom with Josh. Let's just say that five year old boys aren't the most organized things in the world.

I checked to make sure the bathroom had towels and shampoo and soap, then got in the shower. It was a quick shower, because I didn't want to keep Michelle and Carmen waiting for too long. I hopped out and brushed my teeth. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed one of my suitcases and plopped it on my bed.

I pulled a light turqoise long sleeved shirt over my head and put on some jean shorts. I slipped on my golden sandals and got my blow dryer from my bag.

After I blow dried my hair, I adjusted the faded friendship bracelet on my wrist. It was damp from the shower, but I still loved it. I remember when Carmen gave Michelle and me these. It was for our one year anniversary of being best friends. I know, sounds cheesy, but it honestly meant a lot to me. She gave this to me in fourth grade. Michelle and Carmen have long since took theirs off, but I still wear mine. It means so much more than friendship. To me, it means trust.

"Lexi, we're leaving!"

The sound of Carmen's voice snapped me out of my little flashback. I checked my make up, grabbed my purse, then shouted back. "Coming!"

I ran out of my room and down the stairs. The house was really nice, with high ceilings and chandeliers. I darted out the front door. They were waiting in the car (not Carmen's, maybe one of her father's?) and Michelle had my seat. "I thought I always had shotgun?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "You were late. First come, first serve."

Carmen giggled as she pulled out of the driveway. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

I rolled my eyes and put my black Ray Bans on. "So, where are we going?"

Carmen cocked her head slightly. I watched her face through the driver's mirror. I couldn't see her eyes, because of her sunglasses, but she had a thoughtful expression on. I grinned and shook my head. Of course, Carmen, the genius, would have trouble thinking of a place to go.

"How about Starbucks? We can grab some coffee and some scones."

"Sounds fine to me."

Harry's POV

I took a sip of my coffee and glanced around the room. The boys were laughing at a joke Louis told, which I missed. I focused my attention back on them. Niall was eating a packet of sugar, and he already had a little pile of pink wrappers sitting in front of him. I chuckled. "Oh, God, Niall."

He stopped and grinned at me. "They didn't think I would actually eat thirty packets! Twelve down, eighteen to go!" He threw his head back and downed another packet. I shook my head. Zayn and Louis were laughing, while Liam was rubbing his forehead.

"Awww, is Daddy Directioner concerned for his wittle baby?" Louis joked, sticking his bottom lip out.

Liam laughed. "No! I just really don't want to deal with the consequences of Niall on a sugar high."

I scrunched my nose. Niall was already naturally hyper, always jumping around and dancing. Now that Liam mentioned it, I really don't want to stick around to see that.

I opened my mouth to say something when the bell on top of the door jingled. A tall girl with long dark hair and tan skin walked in, followed by a slightly shorter blonde haired girl. I was about to turn away when I saw a third girl walk in.

She was tall, maybe five eight. She had curly brown hair that reached to her mid waist. She had small pink lips and a bright smile. Her button nose was scrunched up in a laugh. Her eyes, which were so bright that I could see all the way from across the room, were a deep blue. She had on a turquoise shirt and jean shorts, which showed off her long legs. All in all, she was absolutely breathtaking.

"Ooooohhh."

I turned back to the boys. They were all looking at me with the same mischevious smile plastered on their faces. I had two choices: Tell them that I was interested in that girl and have them screw up my chance, or I could play it dumb. The second option sounded slightly more appealing. "What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"You've got your eye on that girl over there," Zayn said to me, leaning forward on his elbows.

"Which girl? I don't see any girls."

"That one, right there, mate." Liam pointed over my shoulder to the girl. "You fancy her."

"Her? Sure, she's pretty, but-"

"My God," Louis said, widening his eyes. "You've got identical hair!"

"You do!" Niall jumped in. He cackled. "Think about how much hair their kids would have."

"Who says we're going to have children? I haven't even talked to her!"

Liam's smile grew. "She's looking over here!"

Our conversation was cut off by two giggling girls. They were about thirteen or fourteen, and they were bouncing.

"Hi! I'm Maggie." The blonde girl said.

"I'm Cindy," the other girl mumbled. Her voice was shaking.

"Umm, we were wondering if you guys could sign something for us? It doesn't matter what it is, we're just so glad to meet you!"

"Sure," I laughed, relieved that we were off of the subject of that girl. "Uh, do either of you girls have a pen?" Maggie reached into her bag and pulled out a sharpie. I grabbed a napkin and scribbled "ONE DIRECTION" on it in big sloppy letters. Below, I signed my name. I passed it over to Zayn, who gave it to Liam, who just printed his name.

Once we were finished signing the napkin, we gave it to the girls. They thanked us and left. When they were outside, we could hear them screaming. I smiled.

"She's still looking over here," Louis said. "What are you going to do?"

I picked up my empty coffee container. "I'm going to get more coffee," I said as I stood up.

Lexi's POV

When we arrived at the coffeeshop, Carmen strutted the entire walkway up to the door. She's always done this-doing crazy things in public, I mean-and I crack up everytime. When she saw us laughing, she started giggling a little. "What? I'm practicing my runway walk."

I pulled my sunglasses off and rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't doubt it."

Starbucks was surprisingly empty; there were only three other tables being used. I walked over to a table and sat my bag down. "I'll order-what do you guys want?"

Michelle spoke first. "Can you just get me regular coffee?"

"Ok. Car?"

"Umm, let's see what the green tea frappes taste like."

I wrinkled my nose. "Ugh, those are disgusting."

"Really? My mom's always talking about how much she loves them..." She paused. "How about you just get me a cookies and cream frappe?"

"That's fine." I rummaged around in my purse for my wallet.

Carmen and Michelle were giggling. I glanced up, to see them whispering to eachother. "What'd I miss?"

"Lexi, that guy is totally checking you out," Michelle grinned. "Ooh, his friend is cute."

I looked over to the table that they were pointing at. Five boys were sitting there, who definitely weren't ugly. There was a boy who was looking over here-not specifically in my direction-who, I had to say, was gorgeous. He was fit, and he had curls piled on the top of his head. "Which one?" I asked.

"The one with the black hair is really hot."

"Yeah, definitely. But I'm kind of digging the blonde one..." Carmen grinned.

"No, guys, not that. Which one was..." I shifted a little. "Looking over here?"

"The curly boy."

I looked back over. Now, all I could see was the back of his head. He was wearing a blazer, which made me grin. Back home, boys our age never wore stuff like that. I have to say, it was refreshing. "Well, he is kind of cute-"

I stopped my sentence when two girls walked over to them. They looked about thirteen or fourteen, so I thought that maybe it was one of their sisters. But when Curly wrote down something on a napkin to give to them, I got confused. "Is he giving them his phone number?"

"Ummm..." Carmen said. "I'm... Not sure."

The girls left, and I could hear them squealing outside. "I'm thinking that it was a number."

Michelle took a step forward. "Okay, that's a little weird."

"Whatever." I started towards the line. "I'm getting the stuff, all right?"

"'Kay."

There were three people in front of me, so I had time to decide what I was going to get. I could get a chai tea-but it's too hot out. Maybe a strawberries and cream frappe?

"Hello."

My thoughts froze. Curly had a deep, husky voice that made my insides melt. "Hi."

"Are you from around here? I've never seen you before."

I mentally slapped myself. I'm going to need to get used to British accents if I'm going to be living here for four months. I can't freak out every time a cute guy talks to me. "Um, no. I'm from America. My friends and I flew here last night."

He nodded his head. "That's cool. Is it your first time in London?"

"Yeah. I have been to Spain, though-" I paused. "I'm Lexi, by the way."

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

Suddenly, it seemed like the line disappeared and it was my turn to order. "Can I have one coffee, one cookies and cream frappe, and one strawberries and cream frappe, please?"

The girl who took my order nodded and went into the back of the shop. I turned back to Harry. "So, how long are you and your friends staying here?"

"We're staying for four months. Just for the summer."

"Fun before school starts, right?

I giggled. "You caught me!"

He grinned. "I travel a lot-my friends and I. We're going to Norway in a month."

"Really? That sounds exciting!"

He laughed. "It is. We just got home from Canada-" He was cut off by the girl bringing my drinks. I thanked her and paid.

I smiled. "I have to go. But it was really nice meeting you, Harry."

He smirked back at me. "It was nice meeting you, too, Lexi. If you don't mind my asking, what is your last name?"

"Greenweld." I replied. "Alexa Greenweld."

"Pretty name."

I blushed and looked at the floor. "Uhh, thanks."

I said goodbye and then walked back to the table. I sat down as they reached for their drinks. To avoid unpleasant confrontation, I took a long swig of my frappe.

"So," Carmen started. "You sure did chat up that stranger."

I gulped down another mouthful of the ice cream. "Ahh-brain freeze!" I put my hand on my temple.

"No, no, no, no, no! You can't pull that on us!" Michelle complained. "We know you're faking!"

"We're your best friends. We know all of your tricks."

I sat my frappe down. "Okay, he's gorgeous, friendly, charming, and I think he might be interested in me. Even though we only talked for a few minutes..."

Carmen shook her head. "He likes you. It's obvious. And you like him. Did you get his number?"

"No, I mean it's not like we could actually date. I'll be gone in a couple of months."

Carmen stared at me while Michelle took a sip of her coffee. "Ugh, this needs cream and sugar. I'll be right back." She got up and walked over to the condiments.

Carmen opened her mouth. "Lex, how many relationships have you actually had?"

"One. You know that."

"How long did it last?"

"Three years. Again, you already know that."

"But do you want to know a little secret? Not all relationships have to last that long. I can go on like three dates with a guy and then call it quits. So, you have time, you know."

I shrugged and looked over at his table. They were all laughing, and the blonde one was pouring sugar down his throat. Harry said something which made everyone crack up again. "Maybe."

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"Come on, Lex. I want to go shopping today!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't choose to be born a slow eater!"

The straw made slurping noises as I sucked up the last of my frappe. I stood up and walked over to the trashcan. "Alright, we can go now."

We were walking out the door when someone called my name. "Lexi!"

All three of us stopped and looked over to the direction it was coming from. Harry was jogging over to me, his curls bouncing. He stopped right in front of me. "Before you leave, I wanted to give you this." He handed me a napkin with a phone number on it. "If you need someone to give you a tour around London," he paused, with a smirk sneaking up on his face. "Give me a call."

"Ok," I smiled up at him, not really knowing where to look. "I'll do that."

Carmen excused us and pulled me out of the shop. "See what I mean? You have plenty of time."

A/N: I didn't really know where to end this...