Whirlwind

Harry's POV:

She is so damn beautiful, I can't get enough of her. I didn't want that journey to end so quickly - I was actually willing there to be more traffic, which sounds ridiculous as no sane person would ever think that. I watched her walk through the door and out of my sight. I was pretty disappointed she didn't look back but I knew deep down this wouldn't be our last meeting. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to drive away yet, and I mentally kicked myself for not asking for her number. After 15 minutes of sitting in my car staring at the building in front of me, I decided to finally leave.
As I drove through London I couldn't stop thinking about Jessica. She had the most amazing smile, gorgeous bluey green eyes that I felt myself getting lost in. I had to see her again, I just had to.

After a while I found myself outside Louis' house. I needed to talk to someone about this morning and I knew he would be the perfect person to help me figure out my next move.
As I let myself into his house I shouted "Louis, where are you?"
"I'm in the Kitchen Haz, want a cuppa?" I smiled - typical Louis. I walked into the kitchen to find Louis pouring hot water into the two cups in front of him. I sat down at the table and put my head in my hands. "I need your help mate...."

An hour later I had just finished filling in Louis about the morning events. I looked at him trying to gauge what he was thinking. "So what should I do now?"
"Well, you know where she works, you know her first name, why don't we see if there is any information about her on their website?" A smile spread across my face as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

Jessica's POV:

"Thank you so much for coming in this morning, I am so sorry about the delay. Leave this with me, I will start the planning this afternoon and we will schedule another meeting next week." As I shook Mr Smiths' hand and lead him out of the building, my mind couldn't help but flicker back to Harry. I walked back to my office with a mixture of feelings - I knew I needed to forget about this morning and nothing would ever happen, but I just couldn't shake the little feeling of hope that I could be wrong.

As I sat down at my desk ready to check my emails whilst I ate my lunch, Amy burst through my door making me jump 3ft in the air.
"Got any news you want to share with me Miss Clarke?" She had a massive smile on her face and I instantly knew she was talking about this morning.
"Erm what kind of news are you enquiring about?" I matched her smile and she came bounding over to my desk. She pulled out her phone and passed it to me. My mouth flew open and my stomach instantly flipped. There were pictures of Harry and I from this morning in the Daily Mail and an article which was titled: Who's Harry's Mystery Girl?
I looked at Amy speechless. "Tell me everything!"

After explaining everything that had happened, I sat waiting for Amy's opinion. I knew she was a fan of One Direction so I was expecting this to be made into a bigger deal than it actually was.
"I seriously can't believe you met Harry Styles - not only did you meet him, he drove you to work! I am pretty jealous right now! What I don't understand is why you didn't get his number? You had the perfect opportunity - I mean there are some girls who would probably kill to have been in the position you were in, and it's like you're not that bothered!"

I looked at Amy and couldn't help but chuckle. I new she would have this sort of reaction. "He seemed like a lovely genuine guy, and yes he pretty easy on the eye, but I don't really know him."

Just as Amy was about to answer me, the office door swung open and in walked a gentleman followed by the biggest bouquet of flowers I had ever seen.

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