Double Shot

||Chapter 1||

When I walked into the shop, HuggaMug Cafe, for my shift, I didn't expect anything unusual. Of course, life always throws something at you when you least expect it. My converse slapped against the hardwood floor as I waved at my fellow co workers.

As I was going to get my apron from the back, I noticed that it wasn't that busy for a Monday morning, which is unusual. Mornings are usually our busiest time. Today, however, we were empty, literally. I walk back to the front to try and get some answers from my co workers.

As I was walking to the front, I noticed that we actually did have a customer. It was a group of young men sitting together near the back. They were hunched together like they were talking over something important. They looked vaguely familiar. They were all in hoodies but had the hoods down. One had blond hair styled in a quiff, and the other two had brown hair. I was so focused on figuring out who exactly these customers were, I didn't notice the table that was in front of me. This was my first mistake.

I happen to be a very clumsy person, like most people are. Now that you know that information, you can probably put the two together. I ran into the table, effectively knocking it over and falling on top of it. Now, I'm one of those people who will laugh at myself so that I won't cry from embarrassment.

As soon as I hit the floor, I just started laughing. I don't know why I do this; I just can't help it. I opened my eyes and noticed there were two large feet right next to my head. My eyes follow the owner's legs up until I am looking into two bright green eyes that look very familiar.

The next thing I notice is the brown hair that is pulled up into a small bun, a bun that I would recognize if my eyes were closed. My eyes flicker down to his lips that are pulled into a grin, effectively showing off his dimples that make teenage hearts swoon all around the world.

"-and I just came to make sure you were okay." I gratefully take his extended hand and lift myself back onto my two feet. As soon as I am up, I start mumbling apologies that he probably can't decipher because I am in such shock. I mean, I don't even know how I haven't fainted yet. This is the guy that I have dreams about every night. The guy that I know everything about, even his fear of snakes.

"It's fine, Love. I just wanted to come and check on you after that nasty fall." He chuckles, obviously replaying the events that just took place. His British accent is so foreign to me. I've never been anywhere outside the United States and I never really had that many friends growing up, so I've never hear any accents in real life.

"Oh, I-I'm fine," my words tumbled out nervously. I could see him trying to hide a smile. He must be used to girls stumbling and stuttering around him. It's very hard to control yourself around a celebrity.

"I'm Harry." He sticks his hand out once again and I nervously grab it and shake it a few times. His hands are so strong and big. I know, I'm a freak for noticing, but I can't help it because my hands are so small.

"I know. I-I'm Adriana," I smile nervously. "D-Did you want anything else to drink?" I led him over to the counter and quickly walked behind it. I finished tying up my apron and stood behind the register waiting.

"Can I have a Double Shot, Love?" He asked with his famous grin. 

"Sure." I quickly rang up his order, "Two dollars, please." He handed my two crumpled one dollar bills that he scavenged out of his back pocket. I quickly put the money into the register and went to make his drink.

"So, how long have you worked here?" His green eyes following my every move.

"Well, I started as soon as I got out of high school. So, two years, I guess." I smiled down at the cup I was holding because Harry Styles was actually talking to me. "What brings you guys here?" I question. 

"We have a concert tonight and we just wanted to explore a little. We happened to stumble on this wonderful shop and we decided to stop by." If he kept smiling at me I'm positive I will pass out. I can't handle his dimples, dear Lord. 

I finished making his coffee and walked it up to the counter. I handed him the coffee and my smile dropped. I would never see him again. It was very depressing.

"What's wrong, Love?" His curious gaze searched my face for answers.

"It's just, I'll never see you again. I'm sorry, you have hundreds of girls who act like this on a daily basis. Have a nice day," I tried to smile up at him to show that I was not some young girl that was ogling over his every move. 

"Trust me, Adriana. You will see me again. That is, if you want too." He handed me a piece of paper and then started to walk back over to his table. 

He said something to the guys and they all got up. I couldn't move, I was still trying to process what he said to me. 

He wanted to see me again. I can't believe it. As they walked out, Harry looked back and winked at me and I swear I almost fell down right then and there. I finally opened the piece of paper that he handed me before he left.

892-290-1892

Adriana, It was nice to meet you today. I would love to see you again, if you would like. We're staying here for a few days after the concert. I hope you put this number to good use. 

xx Harry