Starbucks Romance [Harry Styles Love Story]

Chapter 7

I am awakened by my phone ringing. I grunt and answer it.

"OH MY EFFING GOD ELSA YOU ARE ON PEREZ HILTON'S HOME PAGE!" 

It takes me a second to realize what Carolin is screaming at me. Then I just don't believe her. 

"Carolin, it is seven thirty let me sleep a little more." 

"NO! I WON'T LET YOU. I AM AT YOUR HOUSE IN FIVE MINUTES WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!" The line goes dead and I groan. I feel my eyes getting heavier and if couldn't hurt to just close them for a second, right?

Wrong. Carolin jumps at me and I wonder who let her into the house.

"ELSA YOU'RE FAMOUS!" I open my eyes. Famous? "You're on Perez Hilton's blog, described as Harry Styles' cute female companion!" Carolin is jumping around my room, finding my laptop and opening it. She opens the internet and goes to Perez Hilton's blog. And there I am. Right over an article about Rihanna's new single. In the middle of the pink website there is a picture of me, leaving the coffee shop with Harry. The headline reads "HARRY STYLE'S NEW LOVE INTEREST?" and I blush. There is no way this is actually happening. 

"HARRY STYLES was seen out and about in central Nashville yesterday, having a new girl (whose name is still unknown) on his arm.The couple was spotted at a local Starbucks, which had been rented out for their date. Fancied a bit of privacy, did you, Haz?"

Oh. My. God. What do I do? I have to talk to Harry. None knows who I am yet, but you can clearly see in the picture that it's me. I check my phone. Five messages from Carolin, who is currently scrolling down her iPhone, trying to find more stuff about Harry's and mine's date. One message from Harry:

Morning! Don't worry about the blogs. They always talk. Let them think what they want, okay? x

I'm type out an answer.

k :) wat do i say if any1 ask bot yday??

The answer comes a few minutes later.

That you like coffee and I like tea x

Now what was that supposed to mean? Carolin took a glance at my phone and raised an eyebrow.

"He's really weird, isn't he?" I nod.

"But he's nice and cute and perfect and famous so I don't care." And it's true.