You & I (the story)

Chapter 3

Friday came, and I called into work with my excuse of being sick. I even added a believable cough making it seem legit. Britt and I planned to meet downtown to have lunch and shop. We tried to shop close to the arena where the concert was, so we could possibly catch a glimpse of the boys.

I arrived downtown a bit early and decided to kill some time by getting Starbucks. Of course, being in a busy city in the morning, it was packed.

After waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity, I received my coffee.

"Thanks! Have a great day," the barista said with a forced smile.

"You too!" I replied as I turned away.

I focused on my hot drink as I zig-zagged through the crowd and quite whispering resonated with the small space and was about to see what the ruckus was about when I bumped into a solid form. My drink splashed over and dropped to the floor.

"OUCH!" I exclaimed as I clenched my throbbing hand and darting my gaze to the person I bumped into.

"I am so sorry!" he said with a very raspy, deep British accent.

I linked eyes with the most beautiful set of green eyes I had ever seen. Eyes which I had only seen in photographs. Staring at his curly hair.

"I'm sorry love!" he said while running his long fingers through the chestnut curls on the top of his head.

He stood before me in skinny jeans and white tee covered with a leather jacket, and boots. A Cheshire cat smile spread across his handsome face.

I was stunned. The boy who had been invading my dreams at night was standing right in front of me.

Coming out of my trance, I tried to play it cool. If I made one wrong move, it would be the end of this somewhat perfect moment. He must be over the whole "fan girl" thing at this point. I had to treat him like a regular person.

"No. It's my fault. It's busy in here, and I should have been paying better attention." I reply sheepishly.

"At least let me buy you another drink, yeah?" He sweetly offers.

"It's quite alright, I can get it."

"It's because of me you spilled it. I insist."

Turning to the barista, he said, "Could you add a..."He looked at me with a patient smile and waited for my order.

"White Chocolate Caramel Mocha" I giggled while rolling my eyes.

"See that was easy." He ends by flashing his perfectly sculpted dimples.

He takes a moment to glance over my disheveled appearance. I was so embarrassed considering I had on a pair of old skinny jeans and my hair tied in a ponytail. It's a far cry from how I would like to be dressed when meeting Harry Styles.

"What is your name, love?" he finally asked.

"Tabatha, but everyone calls me Tabby," I replied calm and collected.

"Tabby, like the cat?" he playfully winked.

"Uh, yeah sure if that's how you want to remember it." I look up at him through my eyelashes and bashfully smile.

Oh my god, am I flirting with the Harry Styles?

"Well, Tabby cat, I'm Harry Styles, nice to meet you! Again, sorry for spilling your first drink."

Damn, he's so hot and polite.

"No problem, and I know exactly who you are," I say with the cheesy smile.