The scent of French fries hits me as soon as I walk through the doors. For an empty parking lot, it's loud in here. There are voices laughing from somewhere by where the booths are. I can't see who it is because of a wall separating the eating section from the cash register.
I order a large fry, regular cheeseburger, and caramel frappe. My food comes out from the kitchen about five minutes later, and I make my way to the booth area. I get closer to the laughter and realize the voices are male...and...British? I shrug it off, not bothering to look at who the group of guys are. I sit at my booth and dig into my food. Eventually the British voices make me curious. I can't help but lean forward and try to get a glimpse around a column that's supporting the ceiling. There's five of them, and the three facing me look so familiar.
My mouth drops open when one of the boys makes eye contact with me, and I realize it's One Direction. I just made eye contact with the one and only Harry Styles. Harry freaking Styles. I whip my head back around, eyes wide, and almost choke on my French fries. I just stare at the table, unable to move. My favorite band in literally ten feet away from me, I can't even barely breathe.
What do I do? Do I ask them for a picture? Do I talk to them? Do I stay here and not bother them? I want to go over there so badly, but I can't get myself to move. I'm in shock, and I'm fangirling so hard right now. My hands start to shake out of nervousness. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do. I really don't want to be one of those girls who bother them, but they're right there. They're so close.
A few moments later, my thinking clears and I'm able to breathe again. I notice that the laughter from the boys has quieted. I hesitantly peek around the column again. Now they're all staring at me. My face immediately flushes with the heat of embarrassment. I turn around again, shutting my eyes tightly. "Shit," I mumble under my breath. Way to embarrass yourself, I think to myself. I bury my head in my hands, refusing to look back again. I can't go over there now. Not after they all stared at me and I turned away.
About five minutes have passed, and I haven't been able to eat anyhing. My mind is blank. No thoughts have come through my mind because I can't really focus with One Direction so close. I hear someone clear their throat above my lowered head. I slowly raise it to meet the eyes of Harry Styles once again. I gasp, sucking my breath in so violently, I start to cough.
He stands there awkwardly, not knowing what to do while my coughing begins to subside. My cheeks heat up when I think, really? This is how you meet One Direction for the first time?
I take a tiny sip of my frappe. Get your shit together, Georgia.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," I hear him say above me.
I give him a weak smile, my gaze on the table, "It's okay."
He takes a breath, but is interrupted by Louis before he can say anything else. "Oi, Harry! Did ya kill the poor girl, mate?"
"Almost," Harry replies with a hint of regret in his voice.
I make myself meet his green eyes with my blue ones.
"Are you okay?"
I reassure him with a shy nod, "I'm okay, thanks."
Another boy walks toward us. Niall. My insides do a flip when I see him. Don't get me wrong, I have little crushes on all the boys like everyone else in the world, but Niall...well, he's the one I have the biggest crush on. He's my favorite. I always joke to Izzy that I'm gonna marry him someday. Obviously they're only jokes. I could never have the chance to be with him.
As he's walking toward us, my brain is screaming at me. I try my best to stay calm and slow my heart rate. "Geez, H. What'd you do?" Niall asks, laughing at Harry.
Harry throws his hands up in defense, "Nothing! I accidentally scared her is all!"
"I'm fine," I whisper.
Liam scrutinizes me, "You're sure? You look a bit pale."
Sometimes I think they forget that they're literally the biggest boy band in the world. That's why I'm pale. I want to say something more than just "I'm fine", but I can't get my mouth to move.
The boys notice my hesitation. Louis slides into the booth so he's sitting across from me. Zayn and Niall sit next to him. Harry asks if he and Liam can sit next to me. I just nod and they slide in too.
Louis breaks the silence, and puts me at ease, "What's your name, love?"
"Georgia," I say a little more confident.
"I haven't heard that name before," says Louis.
"It's pretty," Zayn smiles.
"Thanks!" I smile back. I continue to keep my cool, but it kinda fails, "I'm a huge fan."
"That's great!" Harry says. "Have you been to a show?"
"I haven't. The shows near me are always sold out before I can even get tickets."
Niall gives me a pity look, "That happens every show."
"What are you guys doing in LA? The tour's over so shouldn't you be home?"
"Management wanted us to make the new album and record it here," Harry says.
"Ooh! A new album!?" I yell and slap my hand over my mouth.
My face flushes (yes, again) when Niall raises his eyebrows and laughs at my outburst. "Sorry," I apologize more quietly.
"Don't be sorry, love," Liam laughs.
I grin. They're as nice as everyone says they are. I sneak a glance at my food, not really wanting them to see how much I'm eating and I also don't want to eat in front of them. Niall sees this and smiles at me, "We don't mind if you finish your food."
The other boys collectively agree. "We already ate, so you don't have to feel bad," Harry tells me.
I hesitate again. Louis frowns, "We can leave if you're uncomfortable, Georgia."
"No! It's okay. Sorry I'm just nervous. I've never met famous people before."
"Don't think about us being famous. We're just friends you met a few minutes ago...not famous."
These guys are so sweet and respectful. They really want me to be comfortable around them. But why did they come over anyway? Cuz I looked at them? I shrug it off, trying to enjoy being with my favorite band. I'm struggling to avoid glancing over at Niall, but he looks even better this close to me than when I see him in music videos. His frosted tips, blue eyes, and adorable smile make it so hard not to look at him.
Eventually, I'm able to finish my meal while we talk about their most recent tour, which fast food place in America is best, and other random things. It's 8 o'clock when I look at my watch, and we decide it's time to go.
I feel safe when they walk me to my car. With other guys, I would be nervous because you never know what someone might do. But I feel different with these guys, and it's nice to know I can trust them after talking for only a couple hours.
They're more than happy when I ask for a picture. I hug all of them before getting into my car knowing that I'll probably never see them again.
"I'll be the first one to buy tickets to the next show you do near LA."
Its Louis' turn for a hug, "Get front row seats and we'll recognize you."
I laugh, "I'll try."
I wave good-bye before driving away. I look into my rearview mirror to see them getting into their black SUV, and I can't help but smile when Niall glances over his shoulder toward my car one last time.
(A/N) hope you guys liked this chapter! It was fun to write! Also wow! Thanks for the reads! I've made it past 10 total! Can we get to 30? Also shout out to Sternenhimmel06 for my first vote on chapter 2! It means a lot! Comment and let me know how I'm doing!
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Only In My Dreams
FanfictionAlmost everytime I dream, it's about him. But as soon as I wake up, I don't remember who he is. He makes me feel so safe in those dreams, and I feel like he's real...until I wake up. Will I ever know who he is?