Bella’s POV

The cool fall air blows through my wavy blonde hair. I pull my jacket closer around my body. I don’t like this New York City weather. It’s only September, it shouldn’t be this cold!

People are walking fastly up and down the streets. They all look like they need to be somewhere-- like they’re in a hurry. I probably look like that too. My mom always told me whenever I’m walking in the city, to walk fast. If you walk too slow, people will think you’re a tourist and you’ll have a higher chance of being pick-pocketed.

I walking to my favorite bookstore/cafe. I love being there. It’s so relaxing and if I get a seat by the window, I get to people watch. I’ve seen some interesting people from that window. I’ve seen a lady dressed in all neon orange from head to toe. That was pretty odd to me, but no one who passed her in the streets even looked twice.

I turn the corner and hit some huge guy dressed in all black. I fall to the ground immediately. I’m almost trampled by all the non-tourist-fast-walkers who aren’t looking where they are going.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”, the big guy says. I look up to see who this idiot that just ran into me is. He has almost no hair and he’s in all black. And he’s huge. Really huge. Four other people wait behind him dressed in regular clothes and three other big guys dressed in all black too. This is definitely strange.

I sigh and try to get up. As soon as I put weight on my right ankle, I can’t help but wince at the fact that it’s sore. It’ll be okay, but it just hurts a little.

“Are you okay?” one of the regularly-dressed guys ask. He has short brown hair and a British accent.

“Um, yeah. I’ll be okay”, I sigh and expect to just be able to keep walking.

“Are you sure? You fell pretty hard”, another regular guy asks. Although they’re all attractive (except the men dressed in all black), this one is definitely the cutest. He has brown hair that is longer than all the others’ and a British accent to match the boy that spoke earlier.

My blue eyes make contact with his green ones, “Yeah, I think I probably just twisted my
ankle, it’s no big deal.”

“Are you from around here?”, the blonde one asks with a different accent. I don’t know where he;s from, but it’s not America or England. I’ve never traveled outside the country before. I can only identify a British accent because of my favorite TV show, Downton Abbey.
I nod hesitantly to answer his question.

“Great, we’re a bit lost”, the blonde one sighs, “Do you know a place where we could go get some coffee for a minute?”

I break into a smile, “Yes. That’s actually where I’m headed right now, you can come with me if you’d like.”

“Thank you so much!”, the one guy with blackish/dark brownish hair says in a different British accent.

“No problem”, I lead the way. We’re pretty close. It’s weird walking with them. There are two big guys in front of us and two behind us. Except, they don’t talk. Like, at all.

“So what’s your name?”, attractive green eyes smiles down to me. His dimples peak out adorably. He has the cutest face.

“Bella. What about you all?”

The boys all exchange a look. Have I said something wrong? I raise my eyebrows and wait for an answer.

“I’m Niall”, blondie says.

“I’m Zayn”, he has the blackish/dark brownish hair.

“I’m Liam”, he was the first one to talk to me.

“I’m Louis”, he’s been quiet this whole time.

“And I’m Harry”, green eyes says, “And this is our security.”

“Security? What’s that for?”, I inquire.

“Oh, just in case”, Harry shrugs and I decide to just go with that answer for now.

We walk up to the door of the bookstore and hold it open for all the men I have with me. Just wait until I tell my roommate, Lilly about this when I get back to my apartment. The boys go in and order their coffee.

“Bella, what do you want?”, Niall asks me.

“Oh that’s okay, guys. I can get it myself.”

“Okay, but you helped us so please just let us thank you.”

I roll my eyes and give in. I mean, they did cause me to fall to the ground in the middle of New York City. Who knows what’s been on those sidewalks?

The boys and I go separate ways with our coffees. I see the window seat is open so I go and sit in one of the two chairs over there after thanking the guys for the coffee. They head towards the back, into the bookstore part section.

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I’ve just been sitting here daydreaming for almost an hour now-- wondering who Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn are and why they need security? Who knows? There haven’t been many interesting people walking by the window today.

Someone taps me on the shoulder lightly, “Hey, Bella” Harry takes the seat across from me, “I was wondering if I could get your number. To um, check how your ankle is feeling.”

I giggle, “Oh for my ankle?”

He cracks a dimpled smile, “Maybe.”

I hold my hand out and he hands me his phone. I give him mine and enter my number in his. Our hands brush against each other when I hand it back to him. I can feel my cheeks blush a light red color.

“I have to go, but I’ll definitely text you soon.” he smiles.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Bye Bella!”, the rest of the guys say as they walk out the door. I wave and laugh to myself.

My phone lights up.

*New Text Message*
From: Harry <3
So how’s that ankle? ;)

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Notes

Bella's first memory!!!! When her and Harry first met how cute!

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