It's Either Me Or 1D? ( a Harry Styles Fanfic)

Call it what you want to.

Brielle's POV

'This is Harry Styles, so sorry for the confusion I texted the wrong number but if you wouldn't mind telling me who is this' I read the text back to myself as Chelsie was yelling at me to write something 'cute' back.

" Yea, yea" i said back while typing

'This is Brielle the one from the coffee shop, it's okay.'

Chelsie not being the happiest camper with what I replied back to him, replied back to me with a slap on the shoulder, but I didn't care I just was eager for his reply.

*DING* my phone alerted me I had a text, so I snatched it up quick before Chelsie's manicured hands could

It read.

'Oh well I'm sorry Bri... I guess we should just forget about this whole accident that happened.'

'Yea I guess so, bye.' I replied

"Sooo, what'd he say?" "Ah nothing really just drop it."

But knowing Chelsie she wouldn't so I just handed her my phone so she could read it, I knew that would be much easier.

"This sucks, but still keep his number" Chelsie said once she read the texts.

"Yea but I can't do anything with it because I'm guessing he probably expects me not to go give it out." I said

''I'm only saying that's a good idea because its Harry Styles." She said

Of course she said that.

*Later that night*

I lay in bed thinking about what had happend and I wish that something could have come out of this but I was done with stressing over this for one day.

Harry's POV

I wish I could have said something eles to Brielle she seemed really nice and genuine, but wait who am I kidding? I only met her twice...I just need to stop thinking about this and get some sleep.