I wake up the next morning and check my phone right away realizing it's almost 10 A.M. I had better start getting ready so I can leave for my mini day trip.
After taking a shower, I decide to get dressed in something casual. I end up going with a pair of shorts, one of my many One Direction t-shirts, and some white converse. After about half an hour, I grab my keys and head out the door.
I arrive at Epcot at about one o'clock. I walk towards the back of the park to go through the World Showcase, which is a section that has eleven pavilions that each represent a different country. I decide to go window shopping in each one. When I get to the France pavilion, I suddenly realize I am starving because I haven't eaten a thing all day.
I walk to the back of the pavilion where there is a small French café, and I order a sandwich and a crème brûlée. It is such a beautiful day, so I decide to sit at one of the outdoor tables.
It must not be a busy day here because I'm the only person sitting out here. It is so quiet, well, quiet until I hear some kind of commotion going on nearby. What is that? It sounds like people screaming or something. It keeps getting louder and louder, then suddenly drowns out. Huh, maybe I'm just hallucinating.
This very nicely dressed man walks by. Why is he wearing a suit? Does he not realize it's nearly 90 degrees today? Sheesh. I, then, realize that he works here. Is he a manager or something? I overhear his conversation on the phone. "We are in the back of the France pavilion...yes...the area is closed off. There's not many people back here so he should be fine." He? Who is he? And why is the area closed off? Am I not supposed to be here? I thought he noticed I was here. Crap. As if he could read my thoughts, he says to me, "Don't worry, you can stay there. We just don't want too many people back here." He smiles at me, then walks away.
Okay? I'm still confused as to why the area...then something stops me mid-thought. That thing is Harry Styles. He is literally right there. No. He can't be. But he is. Holy fuck. What do I do? For some unknown reason, my voice decides to shout "Harry!"
He looks over at me. Oh my god, he's looking at me. Now what? Maybe I should look down and pretend it wasn't me. Who am I kidding? I'm the only other person here. He's walking over to me. Shit. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.
"Did you say something, love?" he asks. I'm not sure if I'm more overwhelmed by the fact that he's talking to me or how perfect his voice is.
I try to speak, but nothing comes out. Of course that would happen now. I'm still in complete shock that my idol is standing right in front of me.
"I'm Harry, by the way," he says and smiles. Does he not think I know that? I'm practically drooling over him. I'm sure he's just trying to be polite.
"I-I'm Christine," I manage to stutter out.
"It's so lovely to meet you," he says. Babe, you have no idea.
"I love you," I spit out. NO. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. "Um...I mean I'm a huge fan." I have never been more humiliated. I'm sure my face is as red as a cherry right now.
He chuckles and says, "It's okay, I love you, too." Wow, he is too nice. "Also, I kind of figured you were a fan," he says as he points at my shirt. Oh no! I totally forgot I was wearing my One Direction shirt. Could this get any more embarrassing? He probably thinks I'm a total loser. On top of that, I'm eating here alone.
"I'm so sorry," I say. "I'm just in total shock right now. I didn't realize I would be talking to my absolute favorite person today. I keep on embarrassing myself..."
"Don't worry, love. I think it's cute." Cute? Now I know he's just being nice. "May I sit down?" he asks.
"Of course," I smile.
