ENJOY

Notes

CHAPTER 1:

The cool blue waves lightly crashed against my feet as I walked along the beach. It’s such a great feeling having the sand in your toes and a warm summer breeze on your face. I was just walking along with out a care in the world and my ipod playing. I had my favorite band on shuffle making the walk so much more enjoyable. Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik. Their voices were just so powerful I could listen to their music for hours, that is if my parents wouldn’t think I had a problem. As I was walking and listening to the boys everything around me was so quiet. Suddenly, I was knocked to the ground by someone running up behind me.

"Hey!" I shouted while sitting up on my elbows.

“Erm, I’m so sorry!" The person apologized frantically trying to get to his feet. As I turned toward the person to reach for the purple beanie and my ipod that I dropped I saw he had a head of full curls. Curly hair, british accent, and then I noticed the green eyes; Harry Styles just ran into me.

“Harry? Harry Styles? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?" I asked. Then I could hear the faint roar of a few dogs headed in the same direction.

“Harry! Get up! C’mon!" another voice cried which I found to be the voice of Louis Tomlinson. Louis helped Harry to his feet who, in turn, dragged me along with him leaving my ipod and beanie in the sand. The three of us began running up the beach as a few dogs were chasing us. I couldn’t believe I was with Louis and Harry. However, the reason for being with them was quite random. Finally we reached the parking lot to the beach.

“How far away did I park the bloody car Harry?" Louis shouted over his shoulder, with his hood blowing in his face.

“Erm, it’s around the corner, I think," Harry replied while trying to move the curls from his face. The dogs were running out of steam and I could see Louis veering in the direction of their car. Louis dove in to the front seat; Harry helped me climb into the back seat with him.

“So sorry about that dear," Louis said while trying to catch his breath, “We’d be happy to take you home."

“Thanks," I replied rather timidly, I mean, I was just running from dogs with Louis and Harry. I don’t typically get starstruck, but these boys are so real I don’t know what to do. It’s not rocket science, I thought, I need to be myself.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Harry asked frantically trying to examine me for bumps or bruises.

“Well I have a slight head ache, but I’ll be fine. Other than that the only things missing are my ipod and beanie." I told him. I didn’t want to make him feel bad for running into me, it was only an accident, but I really wished I could have my things back.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?" He asked again with his kind eyes staring deeply into mine. For a moment I forgot about my headache and my sand-covered things. Then Louis voice broke through.

“Where is it exactly that you need to be dropped off?" He questioned pulling over in case he went to far.

“Actually, I live just down that street. It’s the white house on the left." I answered. When I turned around Harry was still quietly observing me. He stopped and turned away blushing once he realized I knew. I could instantly feel my cheeks heating up. In just a few minutes Louis was already pulling into my driveway. As we pulled in I saw Harry trying to get a better look from behind Louis’ seat.

“Lovely," Harry exclaimed. Louis leaned forward in his seat to get a better look as well. As I began to unbuckle and open the door, I heard the door on Harry’s side click open too.

“Thank you for the ride," I said waving good bye at Louis. At that time, Harry was already at my side to help me out of the car.

“I’ll walk you to the door," he told me sternly whlie lightly grabbing my hand. I just smiled, not really knowing what to say or do. Once at the door, Harry turned to face me.

“Thank you again for bringing me home," I said staring solely at my shoes.

“I’m still so sorry about everything;sorry about your ipod, your beanie, your headache." He said in his lovely, British accent. I had to look up at him just to make sure he wasn’t fully blaming himself for all of this.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m fine, see," I exclaimed doing a light twirl which just made my headache spin. I tried not to show the pain though. Harry chuckled as he glanced over at Louis in the awaiting car.

“I have to go, it was lovely meeting you though…erm…" I could tell he was trying to get me to say my name, but that didn’t come to me right away. I was still trying to calm my headache down.

“Ally," I told him, “Ally Striker. It was nice meeting you too Harry." Harry smiled at me for what seemed like a long amount of time before leaving with Louis. There I was, standing on the front step of my house with only the memory of running on the beach, escaping dogs, and holding hands. Just the memory of that last moment.