*Harry's POV*
After managing to escape from the mob of screaming girls, I run to my grandmothers thrift shop. I slip into the back entrance of the shop with the spare key she gave me only days ago incase of emergencies like this. Breathing heavily, I close the door, only to be faced with another girl that will probably flip her shit at the sight of me.
"Holy shit," she whispers. I grab her hand and pull her behind a rack of coats.
"Please don't scream. Please. I just escaped the mob outside, I really just need-" she cuts me off.
"Space. I get it. I know. I saw the girls swarming you outside," she says.
"And you didn't join them? You just walked away?" I ask. Why would anyone in their right mind pass up the chance to see me? I mean, I'm Harry Styles.
"Look, I spent years of my life fangirling over you, and now that I'm kinda over it, I really don't want to get obsessed over someone I can't have again, so if you'll please excuse me, I really need to find a, a um, coat. Yeah, a coat," she pulls her hand out of my grasp and turns to leave. What is wrong with this girl?
"Wait!" I call after her. She stops, but doesn't turn around, "what is your name?" I ask. I usually don't do this. She turns around slowly.
"Uhh, Hettie? Yeah...Hettie Black," she states in a quivering voice.
My god is she beautiful. I have to atleast get her number. I was the flirt of the band, after all. Come on, grow some balls Harry.
"Where do you live, I mean, uh, shit I'm bad at this, do you live near by?" Wow Harold, great job. She probably thinks you're a freak now.
She snorts as she giggles, and quickly covers her mouth. "God that was embarrassing, but yeah, actually, I live just right up the road from here...walking distance."
"Well this is my grandmothers shop, I'm staying with her for a couple months, so maybe I'll see you around then, yeah?" There you go, get your head out of your ass and talk to the girl like the cheeky boy you are.
"Um, yeah, I guess so," she says flatly. Damn. She doesn't sound even the least bit excited to know that I'll be right in her town for the next few months. I have to get her number. I rub the back of my neck, a nervous habit I suppose. Shit, is she really making me nervous right now? The number, right, get the number.
"Do you think I could like maybe get your number or something? Or I could give you mine..? It's totally fine if you don't want to though, I mean I definitely under-"
"I would love to swap numbers," she says interrupting me. Thank god. I didn't even know where I was going with that.
We trade phones, putting in our numbers, then swap back. This is basically the first time I've ever really asked a girl for her number. The girl usually asks me. That was horrible. I don't think I've ever been so nervous in my entire life.
I must have been lost in thought, because when I look up, she's already at the door.
"See you 'round Harry," she yells across the store. Several heads turn in my direction, and soon what seems to be the whole population of Leeds is surrounding me again.
Damn that girl.
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FanfictionAfter years of One Direction being split up due to Zayn Malik going solo, 23 year old Hettie Black finds herself running into the one and only Harry Styles on a cold winter day. Since Hettie was 16 years old, she spent most of her time blogging abou...