I laughed as my sisters, Brody and Skie, fought over a pair of my shoes. I was packing for London and had found some shoes and clothes that I never wore anymore, so I had called them to come fight over them. I didn't think they'd take it so literally.

Eventually, the girls' takings for the day were even and I could declare myself packed.

"How long are you staying in London this time?" Brody asked. Skie sat next to her, her head on Brody's shoulder.

"I don't know. A month, maybe."

Brody and Skie sighed. "Whose clothes are we going to steal?" Skie asked, making me laugh.

"You can steal each others."

Brody and Skie looked at each other, as if the idea of stealing each other's clothes instead of mine was a completely new idea.

My flight left two hours later, and after landing in London I made my way home to the apartment I rented. I lived with my parents and sisters back home, but I had enough money to rent an apartment for myself for when I was in London.

Upon arriving at my apartment, I promptly threw my bags into my closet and went to sleep.

I woke to my phone buzzing on my bedside table. I groaned, pulling my pillow over my head and trying to get back to sleep. Thankfully, I didn't have t go to work until the day after tomorrow, so I could afford some 'beauty sleep'.

I gave up on more sleep, reaching for my phone. I had five messages from my mum, two from my sisters and one from Maxie.

The ones from Mum were just to check up on me, the two from my sisters asking if they could wear the shoes that I had forgotten to pack, even if I hadn't left them on purpose.

I quickly tied my hair up before opening the message from Maxie, yawning.

Elle, wake up. Stop ignoring your phone and text Harry. I told him you were in London and he wants to hang out. Love you.

I rolled my eyes. Typical Maxie.

I put my phone back on the table, rolling over to the other side of my bed. My phone buzzed again and I groaned, thinking it was probably Maxie again.

Harry Styles flashed on the screen and I sat up, picking up my phone. I just looked at it for a few seconds before opening the message.

Hey Eleanor, wondering if you want to meet up today?

I read it about three times before texting back, asking when and where.

We organized to meet for milkshakes in an hour, so I hopped into the shower, thankful for my blow dryer.

When I was ready, after searching for ten minutes through my bags to find my shoes, I slid my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, wiping a smudge of lip gloss from the corner of my mouth.

As I walked to Milkshake City, I thought about Harry and his wanting to meet up. He was a few years younger than me, and there was definitely nothing there in the romance department for me, but I hoped we could be friends.

Arriving outside Milkshake City, I pushed back my nerves and walked inside.

"Eleanor!" I looked over to see Harry and the rest of One Direction sitting in a booth in the corner of the store. I walked over, doing my best to appear as confident as I could.

"Eleanor, this is Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis" he gestured to each boy as he said their name, them waving in response.

"Lads, this is Eleanor, Maxie's friend."

"The model, right?" Niall asked, completely innocently without any innuendo behind it.

I smiled. "Only part time, really."

"What else do you do?" Zayn asked, taking a sip of the milkshake in front of him.

Harry moved over, tugging me down into the booth. "Wait, let me see if I remember. You go to Manchester, right?"

I nodded. "That is correct."

"You never did say what you study, though?"

"Politics and Sociology. I'm just about to go into my second year."

"Aren't you a clever model?" Harry said, laughing. I smiled.

"We should go back to the apartment before anyone sees us, guys." Zayn said, standing up.

The other boys nodded, standing up. I stood up with them, not really sure of what I was doing.

Louis, who had been surprisingly silent the whole time, stood next to me as the other boys walked to the door. "Do you want to get a milkshake before we head back to the apartment?"

I remembered where we were, having forgotten. "Oh, it's okay. I'm good."

"You sure?" I nodded and he shrugged, tipping his shake towards me. "Well, you're welcome to have some of one of ours if you want."

I smiled, stealing his drink and taking a sip before handing it back to him. "Thank you." I laughed, walking off to the door and outside to where the other boys were.