The Old You
Im Sleeping. Come Back In A Year.
sydneys pov
" wel-uhm- that N-niall Prince of I-Ireland. Hes cute " She spit out finally. stumbling over her words and ending with a slight blush. I did a 360 of the room, my eyes finally landing on a boy with blonde hair. I had recognized him from the guest list, each name being perfectly aligned with a profile picture of the guests, seeing as there name in fancy font wasn't enough .
" He's alright. Not really my type though. All yours " I said gesturing to Niall. She burned red while keeping her gaze anywhere but mine. He was cute, its just i can't take this risk of actually trusting someone, everyone leaves in the end. After about 7 minutes of chatting with Abigail A tall fellow with Curly hair and piercing green eyes approached us.
He was also among those i had recognized from the carefully put together guest list. Harry, Harry Styles. Prince Of England. That's who he was.
" Hey Babe " Harry said while taking my palm and placing a soft kiss against it. babe he doesnt even know me! How dare he call me babe
" I am most certainly not your babe " I Said retrieving my hand from his grasp. He seemed a bit shaken by my comment. I bet in England no one turns him down. Well honey you ain't in Kansas no more , someones gotta deflate your ego.
" Ooh Feisty " He replied , eyeing me up and down. pig. i scoffed with distaste and walked away, leaving behind a rather shocked looking Harry.
If this is how the ball's gonna be then Lord help me.....
update
2/10/14