Just say yes!

It was gloomy, there was fog. Yes, it's London, but it was not my home.

Every day at the university was the same. Photography has been my life, but only shooting in a studio wasn‘t for me.

I walked to the bookstore where I was working for a living. It was right in the center, fifteen minutes away from the university. With red wooden windows, cozy light and smell of coffee.

Desperately looked at my watch, which showed only seven o'clock. Outside was so gloomy and the fog got thicker. For the day there were several people who came, but they were just looking.

The melody of my phone stopped my thoughts.

‚Hey, how's your day?‘ – It was Bella, my best friend.

‚Waiting for the end. Are we going out tonight?‘ – I asked by habit.

‚Sarah invited us but we don‘t have to go.‘

‚I know you want to go. I'm too tired to go to parties today, go without me. - I knew she wouldn‘t get angry, I was sincere.

‚You're the best, you know! I'll leave the key to our place, you forgot your own.‘ - She said, laughing.

‚Thanks, party hard and greet everyone. Bye!‘

I couldn’t wait for her goodbye and just hung up the phone. There wasn‘t anyone in the bookshop, so I got my stuff in the bag, turned the light off and left the bookstore. Outside could be heard approaching shouts, unexpected for this time. I turned to one side, black figure approached me, running fast, as if fleeing from something.

‚Let me in, fast!‘- He said with his deep voice. Voice that I knew.-‚Hurry up!‘

The man went in first, grabbed my arm, pulled me in and closed the door.

‚Crouch down quickly, they mustn’t see us!‘ – He told me and grabbed my hand again.

His fingers were ice-cold, but I didn‘t care about that. The crowd of screaming girls went through the bookstore without to suspect that person, who they were chasing, was here.

‚Drop the curtains, please.‘ – He said and released his grip

I did it quickly, stumbling. I went to turn the light on because I wanted see the face of the mysterious fugitive.

‚It‘s y-y-you...‘ - I couldn‘t finish the sentence.

‚Harry Styles, please don‘t freak out. Can you hide me here for a while?‘ – He asked me, looking straight into my eyes.