Fortunately Unfortunate - Harry Styles

14-Late Night Talking

Harry's POV

I anxiously await her response to me being her ride. I hope she doesn't mind. I just, I don't know I really want to get to know her more. She seems like such a genuine person, cares about others more than herself, and I mean you can't deny she's gorgeous.
This is so unlike me, thinking of a fan in this way. But there's something different about her. They way Rebecca talked about her. The way her mom and dad briefly talked about her on the phone. It's got me thinking about her every minute. It's ridiculous.

"Oh my gosh, Harry you've got to be exhausted, don't worry about me and go get some rest for your show tomorrow, I mean, I know some pretty important people in the family friends section tomorrow that you need to impress" she jokes with me and gives me a little wink. Cute.

"You're not wrong. I do have some important people coming tomorrow...but I also have an important girl standing right in front of me needing a ride. So what do you say? I'll let you pick the music". I say trying to convince her and keep it light hearted.

"If you insist Mr. Styles" she says as she puts her hands up like she surrenders.

I get excited thinking about getting to spend the next 30 minutes or so talking to her in the car. She has me feeling things I haven't felt in a very long time, and I've only just met her. I might wind up down bad on this one but something tells me it's worth it.

I walk her to my car and open the door for her. She thanks me and gets her self seated. She looks cold so I offer her a jacket I had in the back of the car and throw it around her shoulders after she's gotten comfortable. I close the door and as I am walking around to the drivers side I somehow feel nervous, I don't know about what though.

I hop in and start the car to get it warmed up. "So where to?" I ask opening GPS.

I type in her address and hit go. "Before we take off, what's your music of choice?" I ask. You can tell a lot about a person when it comes to music. It's one of the first ways I try and get to know someone by.

"Can I be completely honest with you even if it may be the most cliche and embarrassing thing ever?" she bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

"Shoot."

"Some guy named Harry Styles is my favorite and then some other band he was in, I think One Direction, they had some bops" she looks at me while trying not to laugh. I love her witty comments

"You don't say, hmm well I happen to be pretty good friends with those musicians and I think I may have their albums ready to go for you" I try and keep the same vibe with my comment.

"Omg no way, you think I could meet one of them? Preferably Harry, he's my guy" she breaks character and laughs at herself. Her laugh is adorable, and hearing her call me her guy made me want to kiss her right then and there.
I am taken back at that feeling. I can't help it though. From the moment I saw her in the pit, I couldn't help but stare. She's one of the most beautiful women and the fact that she treats me like a normal human being is refreshing. Sure she got excited to meet me and all, but she seems to genuinely want to know me, not Harry Styles. I love that about her, it just makes me want to know her more, I intend to try and do so tonight.

"I think I could arrange a little something" I wink at her and I see her blush. It's hard to tell what she's feeling. Sometimes it's also hard for me to tell if what she is feeling, if anything, is something she's feeling cause of me, or cause I'm Harry Styles. It's a bit unsettling but I try to ignore those thoughts.

"No but in all seriousness, I listen to your music on repeat all the time but I do have other taste in music, not a lot but I promise it's not just yours, I am not that crazy, swear" she says as she crosses her heart holding up her right hand.

"Alright then what else you got?" At this point I am backing out of the venue getting ready to hit the road. I kinda wished we would run into traffic so I could have longer, but I know that won't happen now that it's almost 1am.

"Well I really love Pink Floyd, Ed Sheeran, Coldplay, and of course The Beatles" She names off these artists that I listen to all the time. It's like she's reading my mind.

"I'd say you have immaculate taste in music, then I completely agree, they are all amazing artists, seems like we have a lot of music to listen to then don't we?" I am excited.

"Really? I always wondered what musicians listened to, like do they listen to their own music all the time? What kind of music do they like? I've always been intrigued by that" I find it interesting that she's always thinking about what other people like, or about what other people are thinking. I don't know that she knows how to think about herself.

"Well don't get me wrong I love a good 1D song while I go on a run but I try and listen to lots of different kinds of music through my life. It's inspiring".

I go on about the music I listen to and how it's inspired the music I make today while a playlist of her favorite songs from each artist is playing in the background. She's so easy to talk to. She seems to genuinely care. It's nice. Does it have to end?