Who'd You Rather? (H.S.) [ONGOING]

Part Two

Tegan really couldn't comprehend what was going on when they actually did go to commercial break. Harry Styles was standing in front of her – her forever crush. She was completely and utterly astonished. And that was when Tegan realized this was Ellen's gotcha! moment with her.

It wasn't some scare in the green-room bathroom or an intern popping out of the end-table between the chairs on stage wearing some ridiculous costume. No, no. It was the complete and utter breakdown of her dignity as she was forced to admit her undying love for her celebrity-crush... in his presence. Oh, god. Did that just happen?

"It's a bit awkward, yeah?" Harry asked Tegan as they stood together in the green room when her part of the show concluded.

"Indescribably," Tegan said as she pretty much resigned to the fact that her cheeks would not stop blushing.

"You were amazing in Kaleidoscope," Harry told her, mentioning the movie she was in that won her a Golden Globe and an Oscar nomination.

"You saw it?" She asked, looking up at him with all the wonder in the world. Never in a million years did she ever think Harry Styles would see a film she was in.

"Yeah. It was brilliant. You were robbed from that Oscar," Harry told her, making her stomach clench with nerves.

"Meryl Streep definitely deserved it," Tegan said, biting her lip as she looked down at her hands.

"She's got a whole slew. You definitely should have won," Harry told her and it made her heart flourish. She almost kissed him in that moment, but had enough sense not to. But god, she wanted to.

"I'm so happy Dunkirk won for best picture," Tegan told him sincerely.

"I'd say thank you, but I was such a small insignificant part of it. It feels kind of awkward," Harry told her.

"Insignificant? No way. I seriously saw it a handful of times because of you," she said and immediately regretted admitting something like that.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking back at her hopefully.

"Of course," she said, biting at her lip.

She watched as Harry's eyes dropped down to her mouth and was pleasantly surprised when his tongue darted out, wetting his lips. It was so sensual, Tegan nearly went weak in the knees.

"So, what do we do when you're a fan of mine, and I'm also a fan of yours?" Harry asked her, literally making every molecule in her body tingle with anticipation.

"What?" She choked out.

"You're brilliant and beautiful, Tegan," Harry told her, smiling that megawatt smile at her. She was sure to pass out. Oh, Jesus Lord. Have mercy.

"Ohmygod," she nearly groaned with excitement.

"And you're bashful. It's quite endearing, you know," Harry told her with a simple bounce of his eyebrows.

"Seriously, ohmygod," she breathed, feeling her whole body heat up. Was he hitting on her? Was Harry freaking Styles hitting on her?

"I don't even know what to say right now," Tegan told him, seriously at a loss for words.

"Say you'll have coffee with me," he told her.

"Coffee?" She squeaked out.

"Yeah, we can go get a cup right on the lot," Harry said, pointing back toward the door of the room they were in.

"Are you serious?" She asked, looking up at him like she was a deer-in-headlights.

"Quite," he said with a nod.