#sfch3

London, England.

Despite my better judgments, I ended up here in London, and I have never felt more like an idiot. The last time I spoke with Harry was 5 days ago, he was calling me out of the goodness of his heart, and I told him to promptly "Fuck Off".

Guilt is what drove me here, to another country to apologize to a boy I hardly even knew. I knew I shouldn't be here. Jessie would absolutely kill me if she discovered that I flew to the UK with the hopes of meeting up with some boy instead of I don't know... working on my album that needs to be completed within a month. My parents always did say I was more book smart than common sense smart.

Anyway, I guess it really doesn't matter how I got here or in how much shit I will be I when I get back to Tennessee, all that matters is I'm in London, where Harry is, and all I needed to do was find him... Find an international pop star, piece of cake right?

It was a bright and fairly warm September day, I walked down the street just taking in the wonderful London sights. I could see why everyone gushes over it. It really is a beautiful and whimsical place.

The best way to reach Harry would be to call him I suppose... it is a very large city. But something was holding me back. I haven't heard from him since I told him to fuck off. I haven't reached out to him either, so that is partially my fault as well. But, I have this gut feeling that he won't want to hear from me, and that just seems to rip my heartstrings out.

Taking a deep breath, I just fucking do it. I call.

Ring, ring, ring.

You've reached the voicemail box of .....

Hanging up the phone I let out a huff of air. Maybe he was busy prompting his own album. Yep, keep lying to yourself Mollie.

I looked across the street and saw there was a cute little park with a small pond. I crossed the busy intersection and went over. I sat on one of the black park benches and watched the ducks walk in lines. Small children would come over and feed the ducks every so often, making me smile. But I was almost bored to tears. So, I called again.

Ring, ring, ring.

You've reached the voicemail box of .....

And what do you know? Harry did not answer again. Frustrated this time I swiftly got up from my park bench and walked back out to the street. Harry Styles really deserved a fuck off this time around. I mean I was here simply to apologize for my drunken ways...

That's when I spotted it. Sullivan's Tavern. It was four in the afternoon, so it was an acceptable drinking time. Beer would help my frustration... So I went in.

The bar was cute with green walls and a brown bar with matching brown stools. It reminded me of my father's office back home, a very masculine vibe came off of this bar. But I didn't mind, all I wanted was a beer in my hand.

I grabbed a seat at the bar and the bartended came over with a smile and slapped the menu on the countertop in front of me. I ordered a blonde ale and began drinking happily. Half way through my beer, I spotted him. A blonde hair fellow with twinkling sea blue eyes. He had a cocky smirk, but I found it somewhat adorable. He finished off his beer. I finished off mine.

He signaled the bartender over to where he was, and ordered another beer, never taking his eyes off of mine. Once he got his beer and began drinking away, I signaled the bartender over and ordered another beer for myself. I could play this little game too.

After we both finished off our second round of beers. He flagged down the bartender again and this time the bartender came back with two beers. The blonde haired guy smiled and thanked him before picking up the two foamy drinks and walked my way before sitting down next to me.

"Hope you don't mind if I sit, thought ya could use some company."

"No, I don't mind." I smiled taking the cold drink and putting it to my lips. Not only was this guy cute, but holy shit that Irish accent is out of this world!

"Niall. Pleasure." He held his hand out for me to shake like a true gentleman.

"Mollie. Nice to meet you as well."

"I hope you don't mind me calling you out like this, but your American."

I had to laugh at this little comment, aside from my accent did I really stand out that much?

"Yes, I am. And you seem to be from Ireland?"

"Good job! Irish and proud. What's an American girl like you doing in London?"

"Just... visiting." I lied. No way was I telling this cute stranger that I was actually here trying to meet up with Harry Styles. He would think I was absolutely insane.

"Well who are you visiting with? Doesn't look like you're with anyone..." He actually turned his head to search the little pub for other people! I could feel my face getting redder by the second. How embarrassing. I look like a total freak.

"Yeah, I'm going solo for this one."

"Not a bad idea really. I'm not much of a people person myself." He nodded before taking a long and hearty swig of his pint.

"You seem to be okay at meeting new people."

"Nah. Not in the slightest. Most say I'm rude. I just thought you were cute was all."

This definitely earned a laugh and a blush. Niall was a lot more blunt than Harry had ever been.

"Well thanks, Niall. And thanks for the beer as well."

"No problem. I figured you American girls expect that and all."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!"

"Oh yes, we know all about you American girls and your ways, just expecting us to act like someone outta a Jane Austen novel. Ya know she died many years ago?"

"I might have gotten the memo on that one, yes."

Niall laughed a hearty chuckle before throwing back the rest of his beer. He nodded down where my beer was resting. "I'm glad you're a beer drinker. That's admirable."

"Not going to lie, I'm just starting to get into it. Really wasn't a beer drinker prior to recent events..." Shit. Mollie. He doesn't want to hear about this!

"Ah. Most people do come to pubs because of said recent events." Niall nodded at the bartender, the bartender catching his signal and coming back with two more beers for us. Was I really comfortable getting drunk like this with a complete stranger? In a complete foreign town?

"I'm a pretty good listener, if it suits your fancy."

"Nah. That's okay. You don't want to hear about my little problems."

"I don't seem to have anything better to do." Niall replied looking sincerely in my eyes. Okay, there is no way that this boy did not have a girlfriend. Could he be any more perfect?

Listen to me. I must be desperate. First, Harry. Now, Niall. I really needed to get my emotions under control.

The soccer game was going on in the background on one of the two television screens in the little quaint pub. Everyone was watching, bartender included besides myself, and Niall. We were engrossed with each other.

"I'm just having boy issues." I mumbled looking down.

"Boyfriend, huh?"

"Well, no. He's actually not. I don't think he would ever want me to be his girlfriend at this point."

"Yikes. You must be crazy, then, right?"

"No! Not at all you jerk!" This boy did have a way of making me smile. A charmer this one, truly.

Then I felt a slight vibration coming from the countertop. I looked at phone and couldn't believe my eyes. His name lit up on the screen, Harry.

"Well, what are you waiting for. Answer it." Niall replied before drinking more beer and turning his attention to the game he suddenly became interested in.

"Hello?"

"Hi... I see you called." His voice was still husky, but it seemed distant. I really messed up this time around, as per usual.

"Yeah, I did. I'm glad you called back."

"Mhmm."

"Um. You'll never guess where I am."

"New York?"

I bit my lip. This is not the way I had planned for this conversation to go. What happens when I tell him where I am, he is going to think I am a crazy stalker. Maybe even one of those Lifetime movie killers. Honestly, all I wanted to do was just flipping apologize.

"Mollie, are you there?" His voice asked seeming a bit irritated.

"I'm in London..."

Silence.

"I just figured I would let you know... you don't need to come see me or anything. I just-"

"No. I'll come see you." Harry sighed.

"Oh okay."

"Where are you?"

"I'm not entirely sure... I know I'm at Sullivan's Tavern."

"Sullivan's Tavern? How in the bloody hell did you find that place?"

"I was at this park... Do you know where I am?"

"Of course. I'll be there soon."

"Okay, bye."

"Mollie, wait.... Thanks for calling." Harry responded before hanging up.

I hung up the phone feeling more hopeful than ever. Harry obviously did want to see me if he was willing to come to this little pub for me. Maybe things would work out, and we would live happily ever after, right?

Nope.

"Is your boyfriend coming then?" Niall asked with a grin.

"He is not my boyfriend." I mumbled, feeling somewhat shy now.

"Then hand me your phone." Niall replied with his flat palm stretched out waiting for my phone to be placed there.

"Um... okay?" I did. I gave this complete stranger my phone.