Chapter 3:

ROSALIE'S P.O.V:
Oooo, they do sell strawberry milkshakes for a reasonable price. I tried screaming the order to the person working there but it was so loud it kind of hurt my ears a bit. I felt a pair of eyes glaring at me so I turned to my left realising it was a very attractive guy in a Polo shirt. Rosalie, focus you have a boyfriend stop checking him out. I looked at his familiar, gorgeous mop of curly hair until I realised who he was. Could it be? I then realised most of the girls were holding One direction books, wearing one direction shirts, everything.

"Oh my god" I muttered under my breathe as I realised who it was. One direction, One bloody direction are here. Me and my best friends are great fans of them and we used to talk about my favourites. Harry Styles was mine, but my best friends loved Zayn. And when I mean love, I mean so obsessed that they have an album of them in their computer. I looked away and smiled at the floor when he caught me looking at him. I grabbed my milkshake and sat down frantically typing onto my friend's face book page, "Jess, your husband is in the same store as I am" and clicked send.

HARRY'S P.O.V:
I continued conversing to my fans until I looked at her, she looked back and did a cute glance at the floor smile. I always find it cute when girls do that and when I gave eye contact to Louis; he smiled his cheeky grin and gave me the thumbs up. He knows everything about me, seriously. I apologised to the group of girls and excused myself as I approached Louis and the rest of the boys and we started discussing about the new girl who just walked in.

"She is something" said Niall, who wasn't being discrete and kept looking at the mystery girl as she sat down at a table by herself, concentrating hard on her phone.
"Do you think she's a fan? She's definitely not here for us" Zayn said as he continued slurping his chocolate milkshake.
" How were the girls you were talking to Hazza?" said Liam.
"Mmmm, they were really nice" I said focusing my attention on the girl with the long, wavy hair.
"I know you want to talk to her mate" said Louis, giving me a playful punch of the arm.
"What if she's not a fan, I'd be making a big fool of myself" I began thinking of the bad possible outcomes if I introduced myself.
"You wouldn't know would you, plus who wouldn't love those lovely dimples of yours" Louis began squeezing my cheeks and I realised the fans were taking photos of us when we were expressing our bromance.
"Ok, here it goes." I fixed my collar and approached the girl. Why was I so nervous, I'm usually the flirtatious one and I would never show how nervous I was because I never am? Stay cool Harry styles, she's just a girl.

ROSALIE'S P.O.V:
I began realising a figure approaching me but I didn't bother looking because I'm just being paranoid again. I felt a presence sat next to me and laid his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Harry, nice to meet you" he grinned with his perfect, pearl white teeth. His husky voice was very attractive but I kept my cool. I smiled a big smile and pulled my glasses back to the top of my hair and let my hand out to shake his hand back.

"I'm Rosalie, Nice to meet you too!" His hands felt really soft against mine but I'm probably exaggerating it all.

HARRY'S P.O.V:
As she pulled off her glasses back, I noticed her dark, lovely, brown eyes. The way her eyes formed a semi circle arch as she smiled. A beautiful smile, lovely straight teeth and the way it felt so contagious to smile back.

"I'm Rosalie, nice to meet you too!" Her accent oozed through her speech and it sounded slightly Australian. Sexy. Her hands felt really soft and my nerves instantly died down when she smiled, it kind of soothed me.

"That's a beautiful name. Anyways...um..have..you...heard" Oh god. I was horrible at trying to see if she was a fan instead of looking like a cocky, arrogant teenager.

"If you're trying to say whether or not I heard of One Direction or I am fan, then yes I am a big fan of you and your music. It's amazing, me and my friends adore you!" she giggled and I was amazed she knew what I was trying to ask her, it feels as though I have already known her for years.

"Oh fantastic! I don't mean to be rude but your accent sounds quite different to the ones I hear"
"It's because I'm actually Australian, just came to London a week ago. I'm studying here for about 6 months and is it really that obvious?" She smiled as she finished her sentence.
"Slightly, but don't worry the accent's great haha! What are you studying?"
"I'm doing a course on fashion, I got a scholarship"
"Whoa, that's great! Did your family come along with you?"
She looked sad as I mentioned family and instantly wanted to take back what I said.
"Unfortunately not, I didn't want them to throw everything to come with me but I am staying with my cousin so it's all great. But enough about me, what are you doing here?" She was adorable.
"I come here occasionally with the boys, what are you doing here? Stalking me?" I grinned cheekily as she playfully slapped my arm.
"How did you know?" She replied sarcastically.

I laughed and we continued talking about ourselves a little. I could feel so many eyes just staring at us two, and I felt slightly bad that I was focusing my whole attention on her but it felt so good to actually talk to a fan without them squealing in my ear. Her ringtone came off and it was the Star Wars theme song.
"Star Wars?" I asked chuckling as her cheeks began blushing.
"It sounds really epic when someone calls me" She laughed as she excused herself as she answered.
"Well it looks like we chatted a bit too long, but I got to go skate off! I had a fantastic time talking to you, and lovely to meet you I still can't believe it" I smiled when she said that.
"But I got to go now, hope we bump to each other soon?" She placed her glasses back on and packed up her things and grabbed about a hundred of her shopping bags.
"I would love to hang out with you, how about we contact through twitter?"
"I actually don't have twitter" I stared at her in disappointment. How else was I meant to contact her, my manager says I can only give my number to friends and family.
"Skype?" I asked, hoping she would say yes.

"And that I do have! It's..."
"OH MY GOSH! IT'S HARRY STYLES. I LOVE YOU HARRY CAN YOU SIGN MY BOOK, NO SIGN MY ARM. NO PLEASE I LOVE YOU I'M GOING TO YOUR CONCERT" exclaimed a group of crazy fans who rudely pushed Rosalie so they could talk to me. I tried to be polite and began smiling and signing and taking photos. I looked back and realised as the door bell rang, she left.