Fallen For Harry Styles

Chapter 4

It's 5pm and in a couple hours we'll be leaving soon for the meet and greet. For some reason I feel nervous. My sister breaks through my trance.

"Mia? Are you ok?"

"Huh? Oh yeah yeah I'm good. Why?" I hope she doesn't figure out how nervous I am.

"Because you seem nervous about something."

Oh god what am I going to say? I'm fine, I'm not nervous about meeting Harry Styles or anything. If I do she'll tease me to no end about it.

"Oh no I'm fine. Just getting alittle excited." I say with a partial smile.

"Mhmm."

"Mhmm what? And why are you looking at me like that?" I say all defensively.

"Your nervous to meet Harry aren't you?" She asks.

"What? No of course not. I am excited to meet all of them though."

"Sure." She grins.

"Jaz stop it!" I whine.

"UH HUH!"

"Uh huh what?"

"Somebody has the hots for a Mr. Harry Styles." She says teasingly.

"No I don't!"

"Then look me straight in the eyes and tell me you don't think he's hot or even have the tiniest interest in him."

I'm laughing before I even turn around to face her. She's staring at me waiting for an answer but I cover my mouth and laugh some more.

"I knew it! You do have the hots for him!" We both are laughing at this point.

"Ok ok. Look, I admit he is very hot. And maybe I do have a little interest in him but he's also younger than me."

"He's 21." She says.

"Exactly, he's 21 I'm 26."

"Age is nothing but a number. Plus it's only a five year difference." She seems to have this all figured out. I laugh.

"And plus what makes you think he would take any time out of his busy schedule to want to get to know someone like me?" It's true I mean I would love to get to know this Harry Styles but it would never happen.

"One I hear he likes older women," She says while wiggling her eyebrows, "And two you never know. Anything can happen."

I love my sister but sometimes she has the tendency to over think things and seems to have an answer to everything.

"Anyway changing the subject..." I say and we both start cracking up.