Dear No One // H.S

chapter two

one day, you'll come into my world and say it all.

olivia

What? Hold up, is Harry Styles talking to me?

"Uh, yeah. Black Friday." I respond. What in the world is happening?

"Oh shoot, forgot about that." Harry Styles widened his eyes. I chuckled.

"So, what are you doing in a small town like this?" I ask him.

"What?" He asked, looking confused.

I laughed, "I'm not dumb. You're Harry Styles from One Direction."

"Well, I thought no one would know me if I went here." He said smiling.

"Well, I definitely know you," I said. Harry was gonna say something, but I cut him off. "And I wont tell anyone that you're here. Is that what you're gonna say?" I ask him.

"Yes, you're correct," He said. "Now, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Oh wow, Harry Styles actually cares about me." I teased. "Boyfriend broke up with me. Thought pizza was the best solution." I said.

"Wow, honest. I like it," He replied. "Break-ups are the worst." He added.

"I agree. But this break-up is not like the others." I mumble. Oh fuck, why did I say that? Am I giving too much away? Did he hear that? I hope he didn't.

"Oh. Well I hope you're doing better." He replied. Yep, he definitely heard that.

Finally, I went up to the cashier and ordered pepperoni pizza. I was planning to eat here, but I know that I'm not gonna eat like a pig in front of Harry Styles.

"To go, please." I said, giving the cashier a smile.

"It'll be 10 pounds," Oh, forgot I was in London. I'm used to hearing everyone saying "dollars". "Your name, by the way?" She added.

"Olivia." I answered.

I give her the money and I find a seat. I finally found one, then sat. I pull out my phone and turned on my wifi. They have really good wifi here. That's why I love this place so much.

"Mind if I sit here?" A deep voice said. I looked up, and of course, I see Harry Styles. Bitch what?

I put my phone on the table and replied. "Uh, no go ahead."

"So, I would like to know you. I know, you're probably thinking "Oh Harry Styles is so famous why is he sitting with me, blah blah blah"." He said.

"Hmm, okay?" I chuckle. "What do you want me to say about myself?" I added.

"Uhm, anything, really." He replied.

"Well, my name's Olivia, 21 years old, and I sometimes listen to your songs. Four is really great, by the way." I smile.

"Oh, didn't really think that you would listen to our music." He smiled back.

"Well, I'm not an asshole like the others, I think that you guys are really good. Why do you get so much hate anyways?" I ask him.

"Honestly, I don't even know." He chuckled.

"What about you?" I ask.

"Well, I am in a band named One Direction," He said.

"No shit Sherlock." I mumbled.