The Beat Of Our Hearts

Chapter 3: Coffee With...Harry Styles?!

The breeze swept through my hair as I walked through town, making my way towards the starbucks. It was a sunny, warm day in London, tourist milling around, kids having fun on their vacation and the occasional person heading to or from work. I walked through the street for 3 minutes, finally turning onto the street with the starbucks. When I got there I ordered my favourite: a caramel mocha frapuccino. I scanned the seating area, looking for any sign of the curly haired boy. When I decided he wasn't here yet, I decided on a two person table next to the window and waited for my drink. As i waited for Harry, I watched the trafic pass by out the window thinking about what could possible happen when he got here. 

He could hate me. Maybe i wasn't the right girl, he could have given his number to multiple girls that caught his eye that day. Maybe he was going to come in here and tell me to leave, that I was ugly and stupid for even thinking he would want to see me. Maybe i was wrong. Maybe he really had meant for me to get his number, for me to call him. Anyways, I guess I was about to find out.  

"KAITLYN LISTER," called the worker from the counter. My drink was ready. I got up and made my way to the counter, grabbing myself a straw and napkin before taking the drink from the obviously aggravated worker. I turned around, my dress collecting around my thighs before flaring out again when i saw him, all curls, green orbs staring into mine. I immediately felt the same rush I had.....yesterday? Was that really only yesterday? My heart fluttered as i tried to keep a blush from displaying itself on my cheeks. I slowly made my way out of the crowd and towards where he was standing.  

"Harry Styles," i said, trying to hide the nervousness i felt. 

"Album girl......i mean.....Kaitlyn? L....lis...," he said, his voice an obvious indication that he was nervous aswell. 

"Kaitlyn Lister," i finished for him, figuring he must have heard the worker and put it together.  

"Shall we sit?" He asked, gesturing to the table i had been sitting at. I nodded as we made our way over to the table.  

"Ladies first," Harry said, pulling out a chair for me to sit, a gesture that made me blush. I sat and Harry helped me push in the chair before taking the seat across from me. I had to admit, i thought he was going to be a complete jerk, using cheesy pick up lines and full of ego. I was surprised to find that so far he had been a complete gentlemen. 

"You going to order something?" I asked, nodding towards the counter. 

"Ya, ill be right back," he replied, getting up from his seat and going to order. I hadn't realized my foot was jiggling until Harry left, my nerves starting the familiar habit.  

A few minutes later Harry came back with a double chocolate latte and a piece of apple crumble for us to share. As he took a seat i flashed his a friendly smile wich he quickly returned.  

"So, Harry...," i started, hoping he would pick up the conversation. 

"Kaitlyn......sorry for my asking but I'm guessing your a fan? You were at the singing.....," he says. 

I smile "Actually my best friend Melanie is a huge fan, i went with her to the signing because it meant a lot to her.....," i said, realizing it didn't sound the best, me telling him i wasn't actually a big fan of his band. He must have seen the regret on my face as he said," no worries" 

"So, if you don't like our music, what kind of music do you like?" He asks as i pondered the question, trying to come up with the most truthful answer. 

"Mostly whatever is on the charts, but i do love Ed Sheeran......as well as the rolling stones, beetles and cold play, i find that generation of music to be a tad better than todays music," i said, not quite sure if he would agree or not. 

He smiled, "you know, I'm quite a fan of those bands as well, and i happen to be great mates with Ed Sheeran." I kind of gaped at that, not only did Harry have something in common with me but he knew Ed!  

"Thats amazing....."i said, a huge smile plastered on my face. "My turn to ask a question." I said, saying the first thing that came to mind. 

"Movie preferences?" I asked, wondering what a movie date with him would be like, before realizing what i just asked myself and shutting the thought out.  

"Hmmmm....I'm really into romantic movies," he said as as instant blush flew to his cheeks. Awwwwwww thats was actually so adorable. I smile at him, letting him know he had earned some browning points. 

"Well, I like romantic movies too, especially Titanic and Love Actually. But, i also love Scary movies. I just like the thrill of them," i said, watching as his eyes lit up when i mentioned Love Actually and Titanic.  

"I love those," he said as he broke into a huge grin. 

We chatted for the next hour, talking about his upcoming album, fame life, and even the little things like our favourite foods. By the end of it, i realized we had a lot in common and that i had really enjoyed myself. As Harry and i walked out together, him holding the door open for me, we stopped just outside of the shop. Thats when i noticed him staring at me. 

"What," i said, wondering of i had left apple crumble on my face. 

"Im still trying to figure you out," he said, both of us smiling. We had shared a good laugh and gotten to know each other well during our time at the coffee shop and i had grown to like Harry, still not sure why when he was around my stomach had butterflys. 

"Well, give you some more time to figure me out...by walking me home?" I said, hoping he would and that we could continue talking. 

He smiled, "of course," he said and we made the journey home continuing our conversation. 

5 minutes later we were standing in the side walk outside of my house, facing each other and smiling. 

"I had a really fun time," Harry said. 

"Me too," i said and truly meant it. 

"Um, do you have a number," he asked, nervously raking a hand through his tangle of curls.  

"Oh yeah of course," i said, telling him the number as he typed it into his phone, feeling a little silly for not giving it to him earlier. 

He smiled, "so shall we call this our first date?" He asked. Cheeky, very cheeky. I looked at him skeptically. 

"Why not?" I said, liking the sound of it. Harry's face displayed that he was shocked, but happy. 

"Cool," he said, his cheeky grin dominating his face once again. 

"Call me," i said, my cheeks blushing as i hurried up the sidewalk and into my house, leaving a speechless Harry standing at the curb.

Harry's POV

I sat in my living room, unable to get that girl.....Kaitlyn....Kaitlyn...Lister? Ya, that was it. I couldn't get her out of my head. We had shared a good time at starbucks. Our first date. Today when she had called me, i couldn't believe it. She sure was something. There was something about the way i felt when our eyes met. My stomach tingled with butterflys, my heart fluttered and i was left speechless, which, by the way, i had proved when she left me at her curb with those simple words, taking my breath away. She was gorgeous, with dark curly hair that admittedly resembled my own curls....except that...well hers was long. And her eyes. Those eyes. The mix of colour in them when phenomenal. They were so beautiful. And that dress. I smile just thinking about it, which for me, was a tad odd. Should i call her tonight? No i would wait until tomorrow....maybe ask her if she wanted to go to the park. Maybe i could meet the infamous Melanie she had spent quite some time talking about. The biggest thing was how much we had in common. From our music tastes to our movie tastes, her ideas of a good time quite resembled mine. Everything about her seemed so...so...different...unique. The only thing i really wanted to know........who was this girl really?

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