I'm quite literally frozen in this corridor.
I look up at Greg who is turning around to get back in the elevator after a quick "hi" and "bye" to Harry.
I'm really here. I can't make my mouth move, I can't even imagine what my face looks like right now. He's so beautiful. He's so kind and inviting and he's Harry Styles.
He's right in front of my face, in the flesh. He's wearing a black button up, buttoned almost appropriately high, black jeans that are tight and have holes in them, and socks.
He's wearing a chain, tucked inside of his shirt. No hair clip, clean shaven. I'm painfully aware that I'm staring like a lunatic and I'm completely helpless to stop it.
After an awkward few seconds of him gesturing to try to lead me inside, and me standing there staring at him in what must look like a catatonic state, I snap myself out of it.
"Harry! Holy shit...I'm sorry....I think I just got star struck for like, the first time in my life..." I say enthusiastically with a laugh, trying to match his energy and play off my awkwardness.
I take a step towards him and hold out my hand upwards to shake it, his smile widens and he takes my hand and pulls me in for a bro hug.
"Don't apologize!" He laughs. "I think I am a little, too" He says after we break our embrace, looking me up and down with a whole fucking smirk.
I chuckle and scoff.
"As if" I reply, not knowing what else to say.
Is he....was he flirting? Already? Sheeesh. My heart skips a beat at the thought and I can feel my face flush immediately.
I watch him pretend not to notice. The mixture of cheekiness and kindness endearing. This is gonna be interesting.
"Well come on in, it's a lot more fun in here" he laughs as he gestures inside. I follow him a couple of steps inside and take in the enormous penthouse apartment.
"Can I get you a drink? I just opened a bottle of Cabernet, but I have just about anything you'd want." He asks, his voice light and happy.
"There's beer in the fridge, liquor on the shelf over there...soft drinks, water, whatever." He says walking through the huge open floor plan room towards the kitchen.
I've seen a lot of cool places recently, but this is pretty top tier. The place is massive. It has tall lofted ceilings and panoramic window walls.
It's breathtaking. The vibe is surprisingly chill for the absurdity of the place, there's art everywhere.
He turned down the music so we could hear each other, but it's still playing something light and poppy, making the empty air feel light and upbeat.
"I'll uh...I'll have what you're having...thanks" I hear myself say, clearly distracted by everything in sight.
"This place is incredible. Do you stay here often?" I ask, trying to make conversation while I take in my surroundings.
We're in the kitchen now, and it's beautiful. I never cared for white kitchens, but this one pulls it off for sure. The pearl colored marble countertops are beautiful.
He grabs two wine glasses and begins pouring the red wine with a heavy hand.
"Yeah, when I'm in the states I'm usually here or our place in LA" he explains.
"I prefer it here, honestly, but Louis disagrees. He says he likes the privacy of having a bit of land, but theres something about the east coast that the west just doesn't have..." he trails off.
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Loser Gets Kissed on the Mouth
Fanfiction"We just doing this, then?" Harry asks, searching. He looks at Louis who's looking at me expectedly, too. Like it's all up to me. "I mean....I personally have nothing better to do at all...so..." I joke. Both of the beautiful men in front of me la...
