Why do I hate Harry Styles?

1: Why I don't like Harry Styles

Harry's POV

I was waiting near the bus for Charles to come and give me my schedule for today so that I could go and meet my fans...

I'm already thirty minutes ahead of the time allotted to the fans
Arrgh...
Where is Charles !!?
I have called him abundant times.

With growing frustration, I started to roam around. The ground is dusty and the hot and fierce wind is enough to blow the dirt over me.
The weather is indeed pleasant, wind blowing, and the sun glittering in the sky.
I was lost in my world when all of a sudden my glance fell upon a figure leaning against the back of the bus.

I went there to get a closer look at the figure.
I encountered that she was a girl of a slim figure with dark hair which was falling prettily on her face. They appeared to be shining in the fierce rays of the sun. Her hands were behind her back and she was leaning against the bus with her head hung down.

I went closer to her. I don't know why maybe because I thought she was a fan and wanted an autograph or something. After all, they all were here to meet me and here I am waiting for the douchebag Charles to come!

When I stood in front of her I was greeted by a pair of shining brown eyes. Now I realized she was not white but had perfect olive skin tone which goes well with her brown eyes and hair.

"What are you doing here all alone?"
I asked

"What are you doing here all alone? You were roaming here and there. Probably waiting for someone. Is it?"
She asked me instead with confidence.

"Yah" I replied
She gave a small nod and looked down then again looked at me and asked
"Harry Styles?" with expectant eyes.

When I was going to say 'yes, I am Harry Styles ' and was getting sure about the fact that she was some fan.
She spoke
" I knew it! My friend is also waiting for him and not only her there are almost twenty more people nearby waiting for him! But he! He is nowhere to be found. These celebrities are like this only first they would promise their fans to meet them but would never show up on time.
It's already been half an hour and he is not here yet!"

Woah there I didn't expect that!
Not only did the fact that she would be my fan just flew away
But she also didn't know who I was and if that was not enough she even hated me.
Probably...

"Maybe, he wanted to come but got stuck somewhere?" I said because of the urge to defend myself. And also letting her be unaware of the fact that I am the one who she is talking about.
"Maybe, But I don't think so," she said
"Why don't you think so?" I asked
"Why do you think so that he got stuck?" She asked me instead.

Huh? This girl looks determined.

"It seems like you don't really like Harry Styles," I said with a slight smile playing on my lips

"It seems like you are a big fan of Harry Styles ". She replied with her signatory 'confidence'

"You could say that" I replied. I mean who is not a fan of himself? Isn't it?

She lifted one side of her lips and smiled at me.
Her expressions indicating that she knew it!

"Well, Why don't you like Harry Styles?"
I couldn't help but ask.
"Why? Is it a bad thing?" she asked
"No!! Why would it be...you..."
I don't know why I got trailed off.

"Why are you answering my questions by asking me another question?" I finally asked.

Maybe I was really irritated by this that my face screamed irritation and confusion because seeing my face she smiled and lowered her head letting her open hair caress her angelic face
Then looked up and started laughing.
I swear her laughter was melody.
The sound was sweeter than any musician could ever possibly play.