Lily's P.O.V

Each day seems as if it has ended before it has even started. I've been working at my new job for a little over a week now. I work at a small bookstore café, comforting me as if I am at home. The shop isn't very busy, so I'm able to start and finish plenty of books in the quiet atmosphere while sipping on a warm mug of tea. It has been raining most days, which adds to the comfort of the shop. Whether it's the low music we play, the soothing sound of the drops running down the wide windows, or having my two favourite things - books & tea, with me, I am in love with my new job.

I've always dreamed of doing what I loved, travelling being one of my main wishes, so to be living my dreams brings me such joy. I have been feeling a little bit homesick recently, as I've not emailed my mother and sister much in the time that I've been here. Today being my day off, leaves me alone, both Anne and Gemma still being at work. I glance down at my phone, the time reading 5:18pm. If I call now, it'll be around noon back at home. Mom's a teacher, so she always has weekends off. A small smile curves at the corners of my lips, excitement running through my veins as I dial the long distance number into my phone.

"Hello?" A heavy accented voice answers, the voice most definitely not belonging to a female.

"Um... Hi?" I speak, taken back by the unfamiliar voice.

"Who's this?" The husky voice questions.

"Lily... Is my mother home, who are you?" I ask.

"Lily!" The voice raises in slight excitement. "Hi I'm Harry, you have quite the lavender walls here." He chuckles quietly, the line soon becoming silent.

"Yeah... Is my mom home?"

"Oh right," He pauses. "No, she's not, she's at the gym I think?" He questions. "She left a note here somewhere..." His voice trails off, muffled sounds of papers present in the background. "Er, I'll tell her you called?"

"Uh, yes please." I rush out, ending the call as soon as my words were spoken.

I continue to stare down at my phone screen for minutes on end, replaying what just happened. I had just spoken to the boy who is currently living in my home, and I in his. For months on end I have known nothing about him, from how he looks to how he sounds. The only information I have received is that he is around my age, and has been wanting to move to America. I'm sure I could learn a lot about him from Gemma and Anne, but it isn't in my greatest interest.

I look around the dark blue painted room, letting my eyes wander around my surroundings. Why do I have slight goosebumps raising on my skin, and why did that brief phone call bring me such discomfort, yet thrill at the same time? I stand from the bed and gather my towel, closing the washroom door behind me.

As I let the warm water relax my muscles, I find myself going over our short conversation in my head. I frown at myself for letting a boy I don't even know intrigue me so much. Whether it's the lack of conversation I've had with guys in general; it seems every time I speak to one I always end up over thinking every single detail of the conversation. Maybe it's because I'm so self-contained and used to associating with only myself, that I tend to get so interested when I finally talk to another individual; although I don't show it, because of my social ineptness. Others may find me rude, when I really just don't know how to handle a situation like that. I don't try to be so closed off and uncomfortable when it comes to talking to others, it's just how I've grown to be.

I sigh to myself, shutting the tap off before stepping into the cool air of the washroom. Did Harry find me rude for hanging up like that? I wrap the large towel around my body before returning to my room. As I change into my pyjamas, I decide on making a fresh pot of tea and preparing dinner so it will be ready for when Anne and Gemma get home.


Harry's P.O.V

New York City is absolutely insane. I love it here, and I have quite the amusing job. I work at a pub, and although I'm not old enough to serve alcohol, I get to witness the loads of ridiculous drunks that the bartenders have to deal with. The only thing that blows about America is the drinking age. Although I'm not a heavy drinker, I'm a really social guy and I have grown a liking on meeting new people at bars back home. Whether it's playing a game of pool or having a pitcher with the lads, it was always an easy way of picking up new friends. While I'm here in America, on my own, I'm in desperate need for a few friends, so the legal drinking age fucked me over.

Today's Saturday and I don't start work until 5 in the evening. I woke up to an empty house, a note left by Jane on the kitchen table as I made my breakfast. I haven't seen Sofia, so I'm assuming she's out as well. Having the house to myself is quite nice, although it does get lonely at times. Most of my shifts are rather late, so I'm left on my own very often. I've been missing Mum and Gem a lot, but I remind myself that I'm doing what I've always wanted to do and this is just a part of growing up.

I put a pot of coffee on, something that I thought I would never like, but thanks to America I have grown a liking to it. I do miss my Yorkshire Tea, but none of the tea here is as good as the tea back at home. I decide on making eggs when my text tone goes off, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips as I read the message. I've made quite a few visits to that certain McDonalds, earning a phone number from the same cashier that served me my first sweet tea. A quiet chuckle leaves my lips as I type a message back, but the loud ringing of the home phone is quick to grab my attention. I place my phone down, debating on picking it up or not. Am I even allowed to do that? I guess I am living here now...

"Hello?" I breathe out, deciding on answering it on the last ring.

"Um... Hi?" A small voice speaks, her accent quite thrilling.

"Who's this?" I ask, the quiet voice bringing a smile to my lips, even though she's only spoken two words.

"Lily... Is my mother home, who are you?" Her voice holds slight concern, but it still manages to come off soothing.

"Lily!" I blurt out, realizing that this is the mystery girl, who seems to have no social media page whatsoever. "Hi I'm Harry, you have quite the lavender walls here," I tease, though she doesn't seem to find it funny.

"Yeah... Is my mom home?" She asks, discomfort clear in her small voice.

"Oh right," I pause, my eyes trailing around the now bare kitchen table. "No, she's not, she's at the gym I think? She left a note here somewhere..." I mumble to myself, the paper seeming to have disappeared. "Erm, I'll tell her you called?"

'Uh, yes please." She murmurs, the line soon becoming dead.

My brows furrow together in confusion as I place the phone back onto the counter. I don't have much time to think the odd conversation over as my text tone goes off again. My smirk returns as I devour my food insanely fast, before running upstairs to change. I write a quick note to Jane, and remind myself to text Sofia that I'm out.

I slide my phone into my pocket and grab ahold of my jacket. I make sure to grab the right wallet before stepping out into the hallway. A smile makes it's way to my face as I run down the stairs, the idea of meeting up with an American girl being quite amusing to me. For a moment I'm reminded of the sweet voice I heard only minutes ago, but as I walk further down the busy streets of New York City, the further the small voice becomes.

Notes

Hii! So I wrote this chapter for two reasons, one being it is the first encounter Harry and Lily have! (yay!) And two, I want you guys to see how different the two are from each other. Lily tends to over think everything, while Harry brushes their first conversation off because he's off to meet a girl (Noooo). Let me know what you guys think!

Also, this isn't going to be a fanfic where I make Harry the badass, who sleeps with loads of girls and plays everyone. I'm making him more dorky and sweet, like how he is in real life, so I hope I made that clear above when I was explaining how he doesn't drink all the time and all that. Yes, he is meeting up with a girl and yes stuff may happen but who knows? You'll just have to wait and see ;)

Please remember, I do work 2 jobs now, so it is difficult to post as much as I would like but I will try really hard! Also keep in mind, chapters will get longer as I continue to write this story. I shall hopefully update again tomorrow or Wednesday :)