At the heart of London, lay a small bar, which had a hospitable feeling. You walk inside, ready to get wasted with your friends, celebrating your 18th birthday. You walk up to the counter, ordering some shots. As the hours pass, your friend disappears with a guy. You are left all alone, drunk. That's when you see him. Harry. You were quite the fan, and you would have never dreamed of ever seeing him. You were too drunk to go up to him anyways, so you continue to party. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time though, and eventually you look over, making eye contact for a few seconds. He starts to walk up to you.