Best Song Ever

Chapter 1

Prologue

*Georgia*

"Oh my god dad!" I screamed running into the kitchen. "What's up Georgie?" My dad teased as he sipped his coffee. I gulped for some as my fangirling got the best of me. "Dad. I. Got. Front. Row. Tickets!" I screamed again jumping up and down. "To the gay British dudes you won't stop talking about?" He asked. I stared at him with a blank face. Oh hell no. "Excuse you but they have more girls chasing after them then you do so your the gay one, and they're not all British," I lectured. He sat there shocked and narrowed his eyes. "You know I could always give those tickets to someone else young lady," he sternly said. "Uh no just no dad but I need to go," I said before slipping my bag over my shoulder and slipping into the front seat of my car. 5 days till the D. Front row tickets. Sexyness. What kind of fuckery was cast upon me? I snickered to myself as I backed out of the driveway and to my hellhole job at McDonald's. Should an 18 year old really be doing this? At least I could get a bit more money since my dad being a dentist didn't help worth crap. LA was crowded as always and traffic horrible. "Ughhhhh," I mumbled to myself as I made my way into the honey boo boo filled workplace. "Ah you look bright as always Georgia," Colleen, my co-worker said. "Oh you wouldn't believe how bright I'm shining," I smiled and turned to the register and began taking orders. "Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?" I sweetly said. "I'll just take you if that's ok," a husky Cheshire voice said. Holy hell. A turned my head to face Harry Styles. I bit the inside of my mouth and tasted blood. No way. "That'll be cheap then," I said sarcastically. He chuckled making his dimples pop. "Free of charge ," he winked. I giggled and blushed. "Uh aren't you supposed to do the concert here in about 5 days?" I confusingly asked. "Yeah yeah I just wanted to drop by here I love it here," he shrugged. I smiled and played with my hair. Here was me, a not so famous, not so rich girl, having a flirt off with Harry Styles. And I liked it. "Flirt". He probably was just pitying my looks. "Well well Mr.Styles what would you like to eat anyhow?" I asked staring into his green orbs. "Harry's just fine uh Georgia," he said as he looked down at my name tag. "Actually I prefer Georgia Rose, Harry," I said as we shook hands. His hands engulfed mine, and were so warm. "I'm so happy we met," he said before taking his hand back and looking into my eyes. "Me too," I softly said. "You don't happen to be going to the concert Saturday do you?" He asked excitedly. "Front row," I said just a happy. "What a coincidence," he smirked and looked me over one more time. "Well I'll see you round me Georgia Rose," Harry said before exiting. I didn't get his order no, but I just ordered myself a combo of What the fuck with a side of ovariewhelming nerves.