POV: You're at the Beachwood cafe and you see harry sitting at the counter
Y/N's POV:
I walked into the cafe I had started going to since I had moved to L.A and I noticed a man sitting at the counter in a bright colored jumper and curly hair, then I heard him speak, a voice I recognized anywhere.
"Ill have a chamomile tea please, thank you Margaret"
That accent. The slow, monotone British accent. Harry. Fucking . Styles. You had been in love with this man since 2010 when he auditioned for X-Factor. You decided you would make 12 year old you dreams come true. You were gonna shoot your shot with Harry, no tabloids had speculated he was dating anyone, so why not? Being a crazy fan girl wasn't going to get you anywhere, so you took a deep breathe and walked over to the counter, sitting next to him.
"What can I get you started with to drink?" The waiter asked
"A Jasmine tea please" I replied.
"Good choice" Harry said, looking up at you, and smiling. God it was hard not to melt right there.
"It's my favorite thing to get here" You smiled back.
A silence filled the air and he went back to writing in a journal.
"What are you writing, if you don't mind me asking"
"Not at all! I'm writing down some ideas"
"Are you an author?" you asked, nothing else came to mind so let's hope that worked and came off oblivious enough.
"I guess you could say that"
"Anything I know?"
"No probably not, I haven't gotten published yet" Bullshit, but ok.
"So what ideas have you come up with so far?" I ask
"A beautiful girl walks into a coffee shop and talks to a writer, and he immediately wants to know more about her because she seems like the perfect girl to write about"
I AM SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE CURRENTLY. This could not be going better.
"Can I tell you an idea I have?" I ask
"Of course"
"Beautiful girl wants to get to know writer more, so he gives her his number and they go out on a date sometime" I say (I am so smooth)
"I think thats a wonderful idea, hand me your phone ill put my number in" he says smiling ear to ear.
I hand him my phone and he puts in his number, I look at the contact he's created for himself.
"Harry?" I say, reading the contact name.
"That's me"
"I'm Y/N, it was so nice to meet you"
"I can't wait to see you again, Y/N. Ill text you" he smiles
"Please do" and with that i take the final sip of my tea, take my purse and leave. Holy crap that just happened. I think I just scored a date with harry styles, even if we don't date I will gladly be his friend. Oh my god.
