Harry's pov

Today was Wednesday. Two days past that incident I still couldn't cease to remember her. Often when I lay vacant or pensive her image flash upon my mind which was the bliss of my solitude.
Her angelic smile, her eyes, her long wavy locks, her heart-shaped face.
Everything was fresh in my mind which was very unlike me !!
Nevertheless, I was unlike myself in many aspects ever since I met her.

I was laying on my bed hands below my head looking straight to the ceiling above lost in my thoughts when Charlie stormed into my room.

"You've gotta be kidding me! I woke you up like twenty minutes before and asked you to get ready. We need to go to the mall. Remember?"
He said.

Oh yeah, I had to go and buy a cardigan for my cousin brother Timothy, who was arriving here today in the evening.

How could I forget that? I was the one to ask Charlie to wake me up at 7:00 am sharp so that I could reach the mall early when there were comparatively fewer people and especially teenage girls and buy a cardigan for my 'sweet Lil brother ' before he comes and eats my head if I did otherwise.

"Oi!! Sorry. You wait downstairs. I'm just coming in ten minutes. "
I said.

He shook his head and left.

I hurriedly jumped out of my bed and went straight to the restroom.

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Well, the mission was almost accomplished. I reached the mall approximately by 7:35 and now I was standing in front of the mirror in the changing room with two identical cardigans in my hand battling with myself which colour to choose.
When I heard that voice.

"So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home."
"Mmmmmm.hmmhmmmm"

It was her !!
Definitely, her I could not mistake her voice.
Does that mean she was outside my changing room?
Woah this morning only I was wishing to run into her and here I am. Wow god could not be more generous with me !!

Knock knock
Was she knocking on my door?

"Susan? Are you in there ?"
She asked
But why was she knocking here? Why would a girl be in here? I was confused.

I kept quiet I don't know why. I could have just said "no" but I couldn't.
This was her effect on me she captivated my mind, my senses. She unknowingly controlled me.

"Susan!!"
She was getting irritated now, I guess.
"Have you gone dumb ?"
Woah.
She was now kinda pissed of maybe.

"No," I said
"You aren't Susan are you ?"
"Absolutely not" I stated.
"You're a male !" She exclaimed.
"Happy realization "I grinned.
"Urgh! Sorry, I thought this was my friend."
"No, it's okay"
After a pause, she asked
"If you don't mind can I know your name? It's that your voice seems pretty familiar to me. Have we met before ?"

I grinned again knowing that she remembered my voice.

"Well. Sorry to not introduce myself when we first met. But even you didn't go for it ." I answered.

"Oh! You're that 'Harry guy' is it? I didn't expect to meet you so soon !"
She spoke evidently surprised.

"Did you ever expected to meet me anytime?" I asked

"Well. Yah. I believe in the concept of 'small world' ."

I gave her a chuckle.
And gave a mild thought about our situation. Just imagine talking to someone standing behind the door.

As if she read my thoughts.
She laughed and said
"Look what progress we made."
I laughed with her.
I knew what she was talking about.

Usually, people make progress after their first meeting. But it's different for us we didn't know each other's names when we first met and now we can't even see each other's faces!
What progress. Indeed.

"Well let's make our progress report better," She said.
I stood frozen.
"Come out. Let's start from the start. "
She added.

I unlocked my door and opened it.
I saw her she stood there facing me, two dresses in her hand just like me.
She wore a full-length skirt and a simple top above it. Her hair clutched at the back. Her crystal eyes shining brightly.

She held both of the skirts (is what I think they were) in her left hand.
With a lovely smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out her right hand.
When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate.

"Hello. I am Mirabella. You can call me Bella"
'Bella' I repeated.
It sounded foreign coming from my mouth.

Oh!! Shit! Lord she was waiting for me to take her hand, she was waiting for me to tell her MY NAME.
What should I tell her should I tell her I am Harry Styles. The man she despises. I wanted to. I wanted to tell her the truth but I could not. I could not bring myself to tell her the truth yet knowing the fact that nothing would be the same between us then.
Whatever 'progress we were making would go waste.
At the same time I did not want to lie to her knowing that when she comes to know about that, things could get worse than the previous situation.

But I did not know what came to my mind I clasped her fingers and spoke throwing off the uncertainty in me.

"I am Harold."

I didn't lie to her.
I know Harold instead of Harry won't make much of a difference but believe me, it makes things a lot more easy for me and not so obvious for her.

"Harold" she fluently spoke my name and shook her hand simultaneously with her head.

"Yeah, pretty common name ."
I said.

"Won't argue on that." She said with a small chuckle.

"If I am right. You were looking for your friend to help you choose?"
I asked pointing to the dresses in her hand.

"Yeah!" She said sadly.
"Not really good at choosing dresses for myself ".she added.

I smiled and said.
"Well, I can help if you want."

"Oh, yes you can ."
She said and started showing me both of them properly.

Those were not skirts as I thought, those were some kind of frocks which are of knee-length.
Midi I think they were called as Gemma had a few.

One was white with red and blue flowers made in some pattern on top and had flair kind of sleeves.
The other one was black and had some kind of flowers with drops of water on them made in a pattern all over. It also had two knots tied with that black cloth on the shoulders.

"White one suits you better I guess"

Although the black one was more stylish in my opinion but she didn't require to wear anything stylish to look good. I choose the white one as she would look even more heavenly and pure in white.
I could bet on that.

"It was my choice too.
White, it is then."
She said with a beaming smile.

"Great then," I added.

She was looking straight into my eyes with a thoughtful face.
But I was not feeling uneasy as I should have felt in this situation. I too was looking at her.

After fine five/six seconds later she diverted her gaze and so did I.

"I, uh, I too was confused in choosing between these two ."

I said showing her the cardigans in my hand.
I said this to initiate some conversation between us and most importantly to avoid the awkwardness that came to existence after that short staring contest.

She looked at the two cardigans in my hand. One of which was black and the other one was navy blue.

"Ahh. I'm not good at choosing boys dresses. So I won't be of any use in this stuff."
She said while giving a weak chuckle indicating that she was not lying.

"No problem..."
As I begin she cut me off and said
"Actually why not I call my friend Susan. Maybe she can help you and also if she was not in any of these changing rooms that means she would be in the next floor ones."

Friend?
If I am thinking right this friend may be the one she was talking about the other day. And if it is right that means she is a fan of Harry Styles. Then she would probably recognize me if she sees me. I can't take that risk.

"No ! Aah. It's alright you don't need to call her. Anyways I just remembered I had to be somewhere and I am probably late. I, uh I need to go now."
I rambled.

"Oh!" She said with a frown at the same time confused face.
"It's okay," she added

"Yeah. You just tell me which colour do you prefer I'll just get that one ."
I said in a hurry.

"Hmm, I would prefer black for boys."
She said.

"Exactly my choice," I said with a smile and almost ran from there.

I could not afford her to know the truth just yet and especially from her friend.
I hurriedly went to the counter and paid for the black one.
Heading out of the mall I saw Charlie standing in the nearest shop I straight away went in my car.

Eventually, Charlie came in the car and we drove off.