a stirring invitation: (dear Harry Styles)

fans and phones.

I brushed my teeth before grabbing my phone to call my mom. I could hear Harry on the phone in his room, so I walked out to the garden.

"Mom?" I said before she could say hello.

"Mona, how are you? How is Miami?" she asked excitedly.

"Wonderful," I said sighing. "The weather is beautiful, the scenery is incredible and Ha-"

"I'm really sorry your plans didn't work out," she cut me off. "It's probably best that he didn't show, Mona. You don't need a guy to have fun."

I sighed as she continued her rant, but decided to let her finish.

"Mom, Harry is with me."

"WHAT?!? You're joking!" she yelled into the phone.

"Mom, you can't say a word, promise me," I begged.

"I can't believe it," she said as her younger fangirl self made an appearance. "What's he like? Are you having fun? Being safe, I hope?"

"Mom! It's not like that...we just went out to dinner, had some drinks and danced at the club."

And ended up sleeping in the same bed. She didn't need to know that part - I still couldn't believe it.

"He seems like a regular guy," I sighed, daydreaming of his face. "I gotta go. He's taking me to tour the city today. Love you."

"Holy shit, Mona! I'm shocked - have fun, sweetie. Call soon. Love you too."

I stood in place as my eyes wandered around the garden. My life felt like a fairy tale, but my brain knew this was only for one weekend. I sighed and turned to walk back in.

"Hey, Mona," Harry had a hat and sunglasses on, his shirt buttoned at only the bottom three buttons, and he had on white pants. I tried not to drool.

"Hi," I muttered.

"Ready for your fun day?" he asked and held out his hand.

I froze and stared at him. Harry Styles had extended his hand to hold mine while leaving my amazing bungalow in Miami for my birthday weekend. This couldn't be happening.

"It's just my hand," he winked. "You slept next to me in your bikini last night."

I blushed as I gently took his hand. He smiled and talked about our plans, leading us to the front gate. There were two bodyguards and a driver waiting just outside. We heard shouting to our right, my head snapped over to look. Four girls had noticed Harry. With phones out, they sprinted down the sidewalk to get a picture with him. He obliged, but after four individuals and one group shot announced he had somewhere to be.

In the car, I asked him about what it was like being recognized worldwide.

"It certainly has its perks, but on the other hand...well, now the world knows I'm in Miami," he motioned toward the girls standing on the sidewalk squealing and looking over their selfies with him. "One tweet and everyone will know I'm here and basically know the exact address."

"Oh. You could stay somewhere else?" I offered.

"No, I'm fine right where I am," he smiled at me.

The arrangement grew less awkward by the minute; it helped that he was so down to earth and friendly. The rest of the ride to the Botanical Gardens was spent getting to know more about each other. He told me about London, his mom, his dad, his sister and potential movies coming up. I mentioned my family, my cat, and how much I loved New York City.

"Two adults," Harry told the guy at the ticket window.

"That'll be $50, please," he answered.

Harry handed cash to the man in exchange for our tickets.