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NEW YORK CITY, 2017.
ABIGAIL'S EYES WIDENED IN complete surprise at the words that left her best friends mouth and Cereja was convinced she had went into shock because she didn't move for a good ten minutes.
"You— you had a coffee with Harry Styles?" Abigail asked, her jaw hung low.
"I did." Cereja answered with a snicker at her friend.
The blonde ran over and shook her shoulders aggressively, "You had a coffee with Harry Styles— do you not realise how fucking awesome that is?"
"Yes, it was awesome, and he was really lovely." She beamed brightly.
Abigail whipped her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, "What was the cafe called? I need to blog this."
"No. No you don't, Abi." Cereja shook her head.
"Why not?" She raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
Cereja stared at her wildly, "Because it's basically an invasion of privacy, Abi. It was very peaceful there and I'd feel like a shit person if it gets invaded by people."
"I mean, I guess so." Abigail nodded, tossing her phone onto the couch, "Can you take me though?"
"Celebrities deserve a break too." The brunette said with a sigh as she wandered into their kitchen to grab a granola bar.
"How did this even happen?" questioned Abigail as she followed Cereja into the pantry. "Like, did he just spot you in the crowd and go 'Ello love, fancy a coffee?'"
"No, I accidentally ran into him when I was on the phone to you and knocked my coffee on the floor." Cereja replied with a laugh.
Abigail frowned, "I'm so jealous of you."
"It's not like I'm marrying the man, Abi." She replied, as she flicked through the channels to find tonight's episode of The Voice.
"Can you ask him if I can date Gemma?" Abigail asked.
"I hate to break it to you, but I don't have his number." informed Cereja as a raised her eyebrow.
"You hung out with Harry Styles and didn't get his number?" The blonde girl practically gapsed, "Ce, are you insane?"
"I did exactly that." She told Abigail, who stared at her like she was deluded.
"I'm so disappointed in you." The brunette replied.
Cereja sucked in a deep breath as she tied her waist apron around her and grabbed the mini notebook from the countertop.
"Hi, Ce. I didn't see you come in." Daniel, one of her coworkers smiled brightly at her.
"Cereja!" Another voice, belonging to another waitress, Kiera joined them, "You won't believe who is sitting in this restaurant as we speak."
The brunette stared at her in confusion, "Who is?"
"Only Harry fucking Styles!" Kiera exclaimed, wildly.
If Abigail was here right now, she'd tell her that her stars were aligned.
Daniel furrowed an eyebrow, "Is he the one with the magnificent hair?"
"You're so correct, Dan." Kiera grinned, excitedly.
"Yeah, he's stood behind you." stated Daniel.
The two girls spun around in surprise as he actually was behind them, talking to their coworker, Owen, and presumably ordering a drink from the bar.
Cereja's lips parted as Kiera's face went as white as a sheet.
"Ce." Owen said, "Cereja?" Her gaze fell upon the man who looked like he had been trying to grab her attention for the last five minutes. Kiera had disappeared. "Get this man a margarita." He clapped the woman on the back before walking off.
She stepped towards the counter as Harry gave her a warm smile.
"I didn't know you worked here, Cereja." He said whilst she began mixing his drink.
"For someone who doesn't like the stares, you sure did pick a busy place." She returned a light smile as she topped his drink off with a straw and slid it over.
"My friend, Mitch, wanted to go here. It's his birthday today." The man responded.
"Well wishes to him." said Cereja, "He has great taste in restaurants."
