So, tonight I'll go back to Portugal after one week here in London. I love spending some time with my dad because we don't see each other a lot since he has moved to London but I really miss my friends back there.

"Mia, I got a call from work and I gotta go there but it will only take half an hour. I'll be back in time to get you to the airport." My father said from the door while I packed.

"It's ok." I smiled. "I'll stay here."

After one hour I was seated in my bed without anything to do. After glancing to the clock for the tenth time I sighed and decided to go for a walk while dad was not home.

I putted on my coat since London is a lot colder than Portugal and went out. I bought a magazine and decided to wait in some place a bit warmer so I went to Starbucks.

After two lattés and one more hour I needed to pee therefore I got up and went to the bathroom. Tired of waiting I took my phone of my pocked to text my father but meanwhile I ran into something. Well, someone...

"Desculpa" I looked up and saw someone I was not expecting.

"I'm sorry what?" he said with the most dazzling smile. I think I took me a few minutes to actually answer but he waited.

"Oh, I was saying 'sorry' in my language. I was distracted with my phone."

"That's ok." he responded. "By the way, where are you from?" he smiled again.

"Portugal" I looked down not to be smitten by his eyes.

"Oh I know Portugal, I've been there. It's a lovely country I must say."

"Really? You've been to Portugal?" I was surprised.

"Yeah, what's so surprising?" He looked curious.

"Well I didn't know your kind of person would go to Portugal." What did I just say?

"What exacly is my kind of person?" he frowned.

"I'm sorry how rude of me. What I meant was I didn't know famous people like you would travel to Portugal." he smiled relieved. Oh I see what everyone meant about the dimples.

"So you know who I am?" he smiled largely. If his mission was trying to kill me, he was definately succeding!

"Well... I mean... I don't live in a cave." I rolled my eyes and he laughed loudly.

"That doesn't seem fair. You know who I am and I don't even know your name" he said playfully.

"Mia, Mia Cortês." I smiled sweetly.

"Well, hello Mia, I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He shooked my hand. My name in his voice was something from another world. I've come to London a couple of times but I was always enchanted by the british accent, I could definately get used to that everyday.

"Oh really? I had no idea!" I joked.

"Yeah, probably you..." he stopped and looked behind me. I looked in the same direction and my eyes widened.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked a little embarassed.

"I got home and you weren't there so I thought you'd be here. Are you talking to the person I think you're talking?" he seemed shocked.

Harry was looking at us obviously clueless about what we were saying once we were speaking in portuguese.

"Let's just go dad, I don't want to miss the plane" I suggested. He got out of the caffe and waited for me outside.

"You're leaving?" he asked still confused.

"Yeah, I have a plane to catch."

"Oh."

"Nice to meet you. Bye."

I was about to reach the door when I heard something behind me.

"Wait" Harry was walking im my way and I could see everyone looking at us.

He approached me but didn't say a word for a few seconds. It seemed like he was trying to say something but didn't know how to.

"Nice to meet you too" He finally said showing me his dimples. All I could do was smile like a fool.

When I reached my father outside the caffe I looked back and saw him sitting on a table with more four guys that I obviously knew. They were all looking in my direction. Shame crossed my face and I immediately looked somewhere else.

I couldn't believe I had just seen One Direction. More, that I had actually talked to Harry.

I couldn't show my happiness while we were talking 'cauze it would probably scare him away but I was a fan of the band and knew a coulpe of things about them... A couple ahah, sure...


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"So dad, they're calling my plane!" I stood up from the airport seats to hug him.

"Call me when you get there ok? And tell your sister I miss her." He hugged me back.

"Yes daddy. Bye"

I reached the gates and waved, not only to my father but also to this country. I didn't know when I would return.

"Bye London" I whispered to myself.


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"Miaa" My little sister screamed in the minute she saw me.

"Hello baby girl" I lifted her from the ground. "Hi mom".

"Did you have a nice flight?"

"Yeah I was normal." I shrugged.

"And how is your father?"

"He's fine but I can see he's very busy. I spent the most time by myself there, he was always working," I complained.

"Honey your dad moved to London two years ago, he's still getting used to the new city."

"I understand."

After a while in the car my mother broke the silence "Did you have fun?"

"It's not like it's the first time I go to London but yeah it was nice." I replied.

"Did you meet a hot british boy?" My sister asked from the back.

"No." You had no idea.

Notes

This is my first ever story. Please tell what you think about it, I'd love to hear from you :)
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