Chapter 2:

ROSALIE'S P.O.V

"Rise and shine sleepy head, we're leaving in about 1 hour or we won't find anywhere to park!" I groaned as Amy pulled the curtains wide open and ripped the blanket off my body. I hated when people did that.
"Aren't we just walking considering it's about 5 minutes from your apartment?" I walked into the bathroom and did my daily face wash routine.
"True, but I just wanted to go early since there's this sale at TopShop and I have to find my dress"
"Ok ok, just give me about 20 minutes max"

I ran to my suitcase desperately trying to look for something to wear. It seemed the sun finally came out today and judging by what Amy was wearing, it's going to be pretty warm. I decided to wear my beige tailored shorts, with a white chiffon button up tucked in matched with my favourite brown oxfords, my satchel and my signature tanned aviator sunglasses. I did minimal makeup of eyeliner, mascara and blush, curled the bottom of my hair and made sure I wasn't overdressed.

"You look pretty," My cousin said as I came down the stairs.
"Haha, thank-you" I blushed, I don't take compliments very well and I get nervous when someone does.

We headed out the door and started walking down the London streets. I finally was able to see the beauty of this city. The way the culture is brought together and how there were so many stores laid out in the street. I soaked up the sun and knew today was going to be a fantastic day. After a few hours of desperately searching through stores and racks I am sure to say I am dead tired and very satisfied with my buys. Amy on the other hand, pretty much bought the entire store and went crazy with all the sales. This is why I love her. I didn't get to eat a single thing this morning and my stomach wouldn't stop rumbling.

"Hey Amy, I'm going to walk around and find something to drink."
"Mmmm, yeah go on. I'll call you when I finish so we can go grab something to eat" She mumbled as she was too concentrated to look for her dress size. I laughed and walked down the streets of London, gasping at every different aspect receiving many weird looks. I felt so much like a tourist and took photos but it's not every day you get to be able to shop in London.

I tried to look for a suitable cafe or some sort but their menus didn't seem to satisfy my sugar cravings. I spotted a bright, pink store that stated, Milkshake City. Mmmm... milkshakes. I would kill for a strawberry milkshake. The store looked absolutely adorable and by the looks of it, the business is going pretty well since the store looked about full. I realised the name seemed familiar and one of my friends was talking about it and something about her dream husband or someone goes there and she wishes something, I don't remember. I opened the door and the bell did a little ring and all these girls turned around and looked at me, definitely eyeing me down. I felt so overdressed and left my sunglasses on because I felt uncomfortable with them analysing me.

I kept hearing sudden screams and girls crowding around boys who I didn't get the chance to look at. They kept saying, "Will you sign this" "Can you please take a picture with me?" "Marry me!" "I love you" I felt rude if I went to go look so I stared at the menu to see what seemed to tempt me the most.

HARRY'S P.O.V:
"Can I please take a photo with you Harry?"
"Sure love, say cheese!" I said, it felt nice meeting the fans. I can't believe me and the lads' journey turned out great. Our fandom is the best and I love taking photos and trust me, I love the attention but I do miss my friends and family and I definitely miss dating. I'm too scared to date anyone or it'll cause so many media attention and will hurt the fans.

My cheeks started aching from smiling too much but I do see some familiar faces. I looked at the lads and they all seemed they were having fun talking to the girls and some were very cute. I still don't know how the girls found us here and it seemed so busy until I heard the door's little bell ring. I looked to see who it was and saw a beautiful girl, standing there looking quite lost and embarrassed. She had lovely loose curls and a slim figure, hot. She was nicely tanned and her fashion sense seemed quite different to what I see and it looked pretty. Did I just say pretty?

She was covered in her aviators so I couldn't see her eyes but I kept staring at her. There was something about her.