Starstruck Lovers [FF]

The Coffee Shop.

Hi, I'm Willow. I'm a 28 year old woman that's just trying to make a successful novel, Harry Styles being an inspiration for the celebrity singer character. I still don't know what to call him! I've been stuck on the same page for 2 week now.

I know, I know. It's probably really easy to think of character names like Axel or Kiera, or something like that. But being in my shoes, you'd understand.

Also, it's been impossible trying to think of what'll happen in chapter fifteen. How do professional authors do it?! I can't even think of a good title.

Well, one day, on a breezy Wednesday morning something happened. I was going to my usual coffee shop to get my order. A latté with 3 vanilla pumps and soy milk and a chocolate donut with hints of custard. You probably think that the workers don't deserve this tragedy of precise things like this, but if you don't give them a very detailed order it'll kill them.

I sat down in the corner, because that's where some plugs are. I opened my computer and started to think of my plot. But just then, I heard a sound of the stool across to me being pulled back and then a loud sigh. I saw another cup of coffee. It was decaf with some milk and it looked to be very delicious. Alongside that, I saw an extraordinary glazed bun with melted hazelnut chocolate drizzled over it and at that moment, my gaze turned to the person's face...it was...HARRY STYLES?

Oh my god. What is happening right now?
I thought in my head.

My mind was racing and I didn't know what to say.

"Hello!" His friendly, British accent greets me.
"Do I know you?" I say, grinning uncomfortably. Obviously, I was lying. But he took it.
"I'm Harry Styles, you?" He asks me, smiling ear to ear. I felt weird.
"I'm...Willow. Willow Sylvester." I respond softly.
"That's a nice name!" Harry joyfully stated.

I gave a light smile to imply it meant: "Thank you.". He glanced at me for a moment until he grabbed his cup and started sipping his coffee. I looked at my cup and started drinking my latté. I then ate my donut, which was delicious.

I looked up at Harry as he pulled a phone and laptop from his backpack.

"What are those for?" I asked, very interested.
"Oh, I'm writing a new song. I need some feedback and blah, blah. Y'know." He explained. I wasn't expecting a laid back celebrity. Most celebrities are rude and don't care about their fans, or even acknowledge them because their too cool.

"So, Willow. What is your book called?" He questioned.
"Well- I...don't really know what it's called yet. It's based around a circus character."
"Why not call it The Circus Wheel?" He suggested, purely interested on my book.
"Oh! I never though of that."
"Well know you know!" He gleefully said.

I really felt I had a true friend when he was interested of my book and when he sat down with me. But as I sipped my latté, I checked the time and it was time to leave.

"Oh, I have to leave." I said nicely.
"Well, this has been nice Willow." Harry responded, happily.

I stood up and started to pack up. As I walked to the door, I heard footsteps approaching me.

"Willow!" Harry said.
"What?" I asked.
"Can I get your number?"

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