Moving abroad has always been a dream of mine. I knew from a young age that I was never meant to stay in my hometown for long nor this country. So as soon as I graduate high school, I took two years off to heal from all the stress and trauma from high school and started applying for colleges. I knew I wanted a fresh start and far far far away from the chaos of my family and hometown. I’ve saved up a lot in the course of my two years off so this decision was definitely the right one to make
I’m well traveled, I’ve been to many countries and cities. Most of them because of Harry, my personal and close friend Harry Styles. Going to his shows has always brought life into me and for two hours I could be the crazy fan girl everyone called me.
Initially far away was moving to a different state, but as I lacked a few scholarly exams I had no choice but to apply to Italy, Rome specifically. As my departure date arrived, I packed, donated, gifted so many old things I owned and deep cleaned my room. I’d be starting fresh anew and couldn’t allow myself to bring old news into my new life.
“Y/N the taxi’s here in five, are you ready?” My friend Eric asked from the bottom stairs.
“Just a second!” I replied back from the bathroom as I pulled my hair into a bun. It was an 8 hour flight time and we would be traveling at night, so best believe I’ll be sleeping all through the flight. Eric is a British trust fund baby, whose parents have a hell lot of properties and was kind enough to rent one of his Italian apartments to me. I didn’t have the time to look for apartments so when he offered I immediately accepted. I don’t really know his parents and he barely talks about them but from what I can see they are very elite and wealthy. I skipped down the stairs, Eric assembled my three luggage’s and carry one together and opened the front door where the taxi man was opening the back trunk.
“I’m so excited, can’t wait for what’s to come. I can finally put my Italian to practice” I beamed.
“ Girl don’t even-“ he said lifting his right hand “but I’ll be supporting you regardless” he chuckled.
“ Sorry miss but the flight is overbooked there are no more seats available” said the lady at the check-in desk.
“What do you mean? We booked these tickets two months ago, I even paid for the extra luggage’s what are you talking about. Let me speak to the manager of the company” I demanded. Everything was going smoothly and now the odds decide to be against me? Hell no
“Unfortunately we can’t provide this service here on the check-in , you’ll have to go straight ahead on that sign and solve your issues there with my colleagues ” she said and gave me a tight lipped smile. Luckily we were five hours early for an 11 pm flight so I sighed and made my way to the airline counter.
“Yes indeed all seats are booked, from what I see here was that when you bought your seats someone had bought them already and I guess the system didn’t update” the desk guy affirmed.
“Is there anything you can do because, it’s not our fault and we need to be in Rome by tomorrow morning.” Eric pleaded.
“Mmmm unfortunately no-“ he said as he shook his head sideways” there’s a flight to Rome right now but it’s too late, check-in’s closed, and they’re boarding.”
“What about if we upgrade. Surely there are vacant seats.” Eric suggested.
“Let me check…yes indeed 3C and 3D window seat are available. Upgrading it would be around one thousand dollars each”
“What? Oh my god Eric I don’t have that kind of money to spend. Maybe you do but not me” I honestly said
“Listen to me, either you go talk to your head supervisor and get us this upgrade for free or I make one phone call and your career is done.” Eric threatened.
“Am I supposed to feel scared of two young adults traveling in economy?” The guy who looked like our age range sarcastically said holding a laugh.
“Oh don’t try me” Eric asserted, grabbed his phone, went on the phone app, called his dad and sat up from his chair. A few minutes later he came back and confidently sat back on his chair, no words shared. Then out of no where an older guy, probably in his late 60s came and called the desk guy.
“Okay maybe it’s possible to get you guys the upgrade. Let me print your tickets” the guy said as he sat back down all shy.
“Guess traveling in economy has its perks, huh?” Eric smirked, locking eyes with the guy who was to embarrassed to even look at us for one second.
“Thank you-“ I said accentuating on the “Thank”, and looking at his name tag then back at him “John”. Turned around, grabbed my bags and went back to the check-in. The who initially took us was smiling but then her smiled disappeared as she realized that we were going to the business line instead. Once our bags checked, we went through TSA, immigration and finally sat our butts on the lounge. Why has no one ever told me how powerful flying in business was? So many benefits. As we were savouring our food, a question pops up in my head.
“ you’re literally rich. Why do you fly economy? Shit if i were you, I’d be flying private no joke.” I admit.
“ Something about my parents wanting me to know the real world, and how it’s not a bed of roses or whatever. But it does come with its perks, like meeting people like you. Most people and friends in my circle are only friends because of our parents or out of interested. You haven’t ever left me second guess the realness of our friendship and-“
“ and what makes you think I’m not using you? Maybe I’m a real actress and you don’t know” I cut through his speech and lightly push his shoulder in a teasing way.
“Girl please and whenever I’m with you I can be Eric, and not Eric Miller or Edward Miller’s son.” He admitted in annoyance.
“ WAIT!!?!!?” I gasped, half of the lounge looking at me. “You’re Edward Miller’s son, aka the owner of MillerStone private equity with over $5 trillion in AUM, share holder of five airlines and of Sony Music?!?! AND the hottest dilf of them dilf!?!!?” I whispered screamed holding his arm
“You sure did your homework’s and eww don’t say that about my dad” he looked at me in disgust.
After what felt like a blink of an eye have landed in Rome Fiumicino Airport. I slept all through the flight so maybe that’s why. I didn’t really think much of my university until I got my acceptance letter and realize that it’s Rome, aka Harry’s second house, aka where Harry spends a lot of time. What are the chances I meet him?? Obviously, I’m not a stalker nor planning on being one. It was pure coincidence, or maybe the universe joining us together. And that’s why my friends, everything works out in my favor. The cold of February had given us a warm welcome, and maybe not having all of my exam was for a reason that I have yet to uncover.
“Ciao uhhmmm dov’e eehhhh possiamo penderere un taxi per favore?” I asked the lady on the information desk. (Hi where can we get a taxi)
“Potete prendere i taxi, nel parcheggio. C’è un cartello con tutti i nomi dei automobili. Avete altre domande?” The lady politely explained.
“Hhum scusa no uhhh sorry I didn’t understand” I embarrassedly replied.
“ oh sorry, yes so if you exit you’ll be faced with the parking lot and over there you will find a sign will the names of automobile vehicles such as taxis, autobuses, and more” her thick Italian accent coming out.
It was still very early in the morning, February 1st also known as Harry Styles’ birthday, the sky was a mix of dark and light blue and Romans were far from waking up. The taxi drops us in front of my apartment building, he was kind enough to help us with the luggage.
“I’ll be back at 10:50 so that we can go shopping and buy whatever you need for the apartment and later tonight I got invited to a birthday dinner, alright? Now go and rest” Eric said kissing my forehead and leaving me by my self in what will be my home for the next three years.
At around 10:15am, I wake up, do my routine and as the clock hit 10:50 my bell rings. Must be Eric, I thought. We start walking and familiarizing ourselves with the unknown Roman streets. We go to various home stores, buy kitchen wear, new beddings, towels and decorative furnitures.We quickly dropped everything back home and left to have lunch as our stomachs were achingly growling. I opted for a Pizza Margherita and Eric risotto.
“I can’t believe Harry lives here, he’s probably in London right now. Last time we got pictures of him he was there. I wonder what he’s doing today on his birthday. I would do anything and everything to spend it with him” I huffed looking at my pizza whose cheese is still boiling.
“Mmm about tonight’s dinner, do you have anything to wear?” Eric asked as he licks his lips.
“Yeah, I think I’ll wear that red long sleeve dress I wore for my birthday. It’s cold anyway” I replied taking a large slice of pizza into my mouth.
“Bro with that dress you’ll charm the boy with your sexiness” he smirked.
“Hmm so it’s a he huh? Is he rich? I bet so I mean you’re invited. At least I’ll secure a trust fund for my future kids” I tease.
“And? As if that would stop me from anything?” I scoffed.
We paid for lunch, shopped a bit more and went back to my apartment to rest as food coma had tired us out.
The dinner started at 19:50 and by 19:40 we left my apartment and headed to the restaurant. As we got there we were first met with a huge floor to ceiling door, everything was so elegant and chic. For a split second I felt out of place as I was not used to this environment. My dress huge my curves perfectly and accentuate my full G cups.
“Ah there he is, the birthday boy” I heard Eric say but I was too focused on the decoration to notice who we was talking to.
“This is Y/n she’s just moved here for university” Eric introduced me to mystery person, and once I shifted my attention to whoever he was talking to I lock eyes with the one and only,
He wore black high waisted pants, a white shirt and a big red bow in the center of his chest. He was so handsome, and the cross earring was the cherry on top. People that have met him and said that he looks so more attractive in real life didn’t lie.
I panicked, everything inside of me was going 10000mph, I was feeling all types of emotions in such short amount of time. I didn’t know whether I would faint, cry or start running.
How dare Eric not tell me that the party was Harry’s birthday party knowing that I literally talk about him all the time and still did earlier today. I don’t know if I should be mad at him or not, maybe not. If he had told me I would’ve panicked and given out last minute.
“Hi nice to meet you, I’m Harry” his thick British accent making itself known.
“Hi y/n, Eric’s friends” I replied, we shake hands his eyes never leaving mines and trying to keep my tone as calm as possible but perhaps miserably failing at doing so. I wonder if noticed.
“Make yourselves at home, dinner will start soon and thank you so much for coming.” Harry pats Eric’s should and leaves to talk to other guests.
“Eric what the fuck! You’re such a bad friend for not telling me we’d come to his birthday party. I literally mentioned it today” I whispered.
“I know you Y/n, if I had you wouldn’t even be standing here either with all the timidness you posses.” He
“Fair” I say crossing my arms and analyzing the room once again.
“Come on there are a couple of people I want you to meet then we’ll find our seats.” He said grabbing my arm.
As dinner began, everyone started eating, reminiscing beautiful moments with Harry, laughing, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what my life has just been for the past 24 hours. First the quite literal free business class upgrade, finding out that my friend is rich RICH, officially moved to Italy, and I’m spending my all time celebrity crush’s birthday with him?!?! My 10 year old self is making laps around the house.
“Y/n” I hear someone call out for me but I’m to in my thoughts to look at who it was.
“Y/n” they repeat once again, I focus back look to my right thinking Eric called me but he was talking to someone. Then look to my left and my eyes me Harry’s green orbs. Butterflies immediately erupt in my belly at how close my face is to his.
Eeehhh thank you so much for reading my first ever story!! This is a two part story, what do you think will happen in the second part? 👀
