Heartbeat ( A Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter One - Just One Touch

AN: Hello lovely readers! Thank you so far for the great respose I'm having on the story! I am going to the beach again, and will be gone for about 10 days. So I will not be updating this story in that time. My family surprised me and are taking me on a bech trip! Yayy! I just want to go ahead and thank you all for reading. If you like the story then please vote for it and leave me a comment! Thank you all so much. 

xoxo - Emmy

I slowed my pace as I found my favorite coffee shop. The exotic smell of Caribbean coffee beans lingered through the air as people scrambled inside for warmth. I bit my bottom lip reaching for the door handle. My eyes widened in surprise when I could actually open the door. No one seemed to notice though to my surprise that a door just opened by itself. I sat down wooden stool that was by itself in the back. I leaned against the wall my brain simply confused and scared. I leaned against the wall waiting for a waiter to come over toward me. 

" Excuse me." I said in a clear tone.

The waiter just simply walked by not even noticing. I let out a whimpering sigh as I put my head in my hands and leaned on the table.

" Dear God, what is going on with me.”? I mumbled to myself.

I looked over at the mirror across the room looking at my pitiful reflection. I was going to be driven mad just by the thought of no one being able to see or even hear me. My Carmel hair was wavy and flowed over my shoulders. I had on a completely random outfit. I was wearing a dark blue button up coat and jeans, it was the outfit I was wearing the day of the accident. I bit my lip staring straight ahead trying to asess my situation when I heard a voice and footsteps getting closer. 

“ Fancy, seeing you again.”

The voice sent a shiver through my soul as I looked over to see him standing there. His voice was deep and raspy, nothing like you would expect. His lips where a light pink and they formed into a smirk, His skin was slightly pale but his cheeks flushed. Then I came to his eyes… dark green orbs staring down at my pitiful soul. He sat down at the stool in front of me awaiting my response. It was the same guy who ran into me.  What was I supposed to say? My lips parted as my eyes stayed connected with his.

“ You can see me right?” I blurted out without thinking. I instantly felt regret for my actions.

His featured face looked puzzled as he sat his coffee down on the table. His chestnut curls fell into his face as he looked around the table at the rest of me.

“ Yeah? From what I can tell… you are here.”

He giggled sitting down in front of me. I happened to look over at everyone else in the restaurant looking at him like he was a mad man. I looked back at him as he took another sip of his coffee.

“ I’m Harry, by the way”

He reached his hand over the table awaiting me to shake it. I looked at his hand slightly scared. I reached slowly over the table grabbing his hand and awkwardly shaking it. Little tingles where sent through my body the moment we touched I pulled away quickly as soon as the sensation reached my finger tips. His touch felt real against my skin. I could actually feel him. 

“ I’m Serena,” I whispered smiling a tiny bit. Right as I finished my sentence a waiter came over to the table. I knew him; he was the guy who usually waited on me when I came here.

“ Hello Mr. Styles… do you need anything else?” He asked with a polite smile. Harry shook his head then looked over to me.

“ Do you want anything?” He asked me. I looked back up at the waiter who looked at the seat blankly then back to Harry. He waiter then let out a little laugh.

“ Sir, there is no one sitting there.”

The waiter’s tone changed from cheerful to a little bit worried within a moment. Harry looked back at him with a little bit more of a slightly tempered look on his face. He seemed insulted by the waiters response. 

“What do you mean, she is sitting right there!”  Harry motioned his large had toward me as he looked back at me. The waiter looked closer and shook his head.

“ Y-You don't understand....” I blurted out as Harry looked at me appalled by the waiters UN polite demeanor.

The waiter walked away when Harry didn’t answer ad just sat staring at me. I placed my head in my hands feeling even more embarrassed and confused.

“ Listen, I’m just as confused as you are… I-I don’t know why you are the only person who can see me.” I stuttered wanting to cry. Tears never surfaced my eyes though… It was almost as if I couldn’t cry.  He bit his bottom lip trying to figure out what to say. I rubbed my temples waiting for his answer. When he sat puzzled I got out of the chair.

“ Watch… I’ll show you.”

I whispered. I walked over toward people of the restaurant. I placed my hand on a mans shoulder and jumped up and down in front of everyone else without them even changing there facial expressions or even looking over in my direction. I walked back over toward Harry who took another sip of his coffee.  I don’t know why I was lead to him… and I don’t know why I could feel him or even the fact he could see me… but I felt deep down there had to be a reason.

He gulped as I sat back down into the chair. He ran his rather large hand through his hair as he shook his head.

“ So you’re a ghost, were you sent to haunt me?” He giggled slightly smiling. I couldn’t help but smile at his way of handling the situation.

“ This isn’t funny… I don’t even know what I am....am I a ghost.?!” I crossed my arms letting out a slight laugh. A grin went across his lips as he let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall.

“ Well, then lets figure it out….do you have a place to stay?” He asked politely as he stood up putting his jacket back on. I shook my head no as looked down at the wooden floor. I wasn’t prepared for what was coming next.

“ Then you can stay with me…” He offered getting up. I looked up at him my eyes widening.

“ I don’t think that is a good idea….” I said bluntly. He raised his eyebrows.

“ But, I’m the only person who can see you…. So either… you stay here.. and talk to yourself… or you come with me and we figure something out? I just don’t want to stay here and look like I’m talking to a wall.”

He grinned looking at me genuinely concerned. I bit my lip thinking for a moment before smiling slightly. I trusted him, I couldn’t place my finger on it… but I felt like I needed too.

“ Okay…just as long as you don't mind having a ghost in your home." I winked as he let out a slight laugh.