Redamancy | Harry Styles Fanfiction (ongoing)

Chapter Three.

"Something in your eyes
Was so inviting
Something in your smile
Was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you"

Harry Styles

I drop Aurora back to her place and begin driving back home, I watch her turn her back to me and slowly walk down the road, the puddles reflect the moonlight, illuminating the coarse roads.

I think back to everything that just happened, how me going to get coffee turned out to me finding a girl I genuinely like.

And it starts all over again, thinking about her, it's one of those things that you can't stop doing, no matter how hard you try. The whole evening replays in my head, over and over again like a CD that is jammed in, in the player and won't let you watch anything else.

I hear the calm voice behind the intercom machine all over again, making conversation, and for the first time, not just because I was Harry Styles.

Most people made conversation not because it was me they wanted to talk to and get to know of, but for who I was, and the label that I fit.

I had given up on trying to find genuine people who just wanted to have a conversation with me without wanting anything, but her, the girl working the drive in, tired and frustrated didn't have to make conversation, she wasn't obligated to but she still did. even if it was just one question.

It's all replaying in my head, scene by scene--

My asking her to wait, her freaking out but politely refusing so she wouldn't hurt her possible murderer, it was funny, the way she tried so hard to be nice and sweet and polite just to not hurt the other person.
She didn't want to upset me, she tries to please people, even if it makes her uncomfortable, that trait of her is very visible, in her eyes alone.

Her finally accepting my offer to wait, taking chances with a probable serial killer. She chose to believe me, for which I'm grateful for and the fact that I'm indeed not a murderer but just someone who was concerned for her and uneasy with the fact that a woman is forced to take the train home at 12am, while it rains.

The first time I saw her, walking out the dark wood coffee shop door, the soft, relaxed features of her face, her dark brown hair, her beautiful brown eyes, her constant smile, her flushed skin and distinct features.

She didn't look like the kind of girl who had plans every Saturday night, she looked like the kind of girl who'd sit at home and spend time with herself.

I smile thinking of her, and I really hope she is too.

I hope she is, this doesn't happen to me a lot; I don't ever find people who interest me so much and that too in just one meeting. Her nature and her charm leaves me wanting to know her more, I am beyond curious to know what lies behind quiet brown eyes and shy smiles.

I very specifically recall the minute she walked out of the back door of the cafe, and how I noticed the small tag on her bag, a red tag which took me less than a second to identify, it was a One Direction bag tag and it was quite old and worn out, which only meant that she had had it on for a long time.

Part of me really wanted to tell her that I had an emergency and I had to leave, I wanted to bail.

In some ways, I was happy that she was a fan but disappointed in more ways.