Changing Harry Styles

11. Her

That.

That was the most weirdest, most awkwardest thing ever, in my entire life I have never had experienced. After the yoga, we all went out to some small cafe for breakfast, where the boys and I laughed about their hysterical atempt at yoga. Well, Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall and I laughed about it, Harry starred at me the entire time.

"Zayn mate, I am so sorry for falling on you!" Niall said through laughs.

"You may have a cute little ass there, but please don't shove it in my face!" Zayn replied, and we all laugh. Well of course, Harry waslooking at me like I was some exotic animal.

"Harry, you okay there bud?" Louis asked, after we all calmed down. He pulled his gaze away from me.

"Yeah, yeah all good." Then her would sip his drink and repeat the sequence again.

He would stare, then squint, then shake his head and bring his focus elsewhere. After confronting him once, the boys just gave him weird glances, but decided to ignore it. I didn't want to cause a scene so I followed their lead.

But I swear, it happened every ten minutes, and it really creeped me out.

I couldn't get it out of my head all week. I had an amazing week, from Phillip's charity, to hanging out with Tusla, it was all fantastic. But the thought of Harry starring at me weirdly was in the back of my mind the whole week.

I was prepared for a banter, or an argument of some sorts, but instead I got this strange stare that he wouldn't drop. Gah it was just weird.

They went back to work, and I watched every interview, because I promised Niall, and I haven't seen them since yoga. I text Niall all the time though, and sometimes we skype when they have a moment to breathe.

I enjoyed their company, well everyone except Harry's, and it was strange to not see them at my house all the time. Dad has to go with them just to give them work and stuff, but they don't really come by the house much.

It was now Saturday, almost a week since, and I was headed to Starbucks for something to drink. The heat in L.A was getting ridiculous, and even I needed a good Starbucks now and then.

When I got there, there was a huge crowd swarming  outside the building. About a couple hundred teenage girls were crying and screaming, jumping up and down. I parked my truck halfway down the road, and walked over to the ever growing crowd.

I nudged one girl with a pony tail and short shorts, she turned to face me, her eyes bloodshot from crying.

"What's happening?" I asked her.

"Harry Styles is in there!" She shouted. Of course he is.

"Excuse me... Sorry... Please let me through..." I gently pushed through the sea of directioners. It was stupid, but I wanted coffee, and Harry was, well, I don't really know what he was to me. He was rude, lost, and well, off.

The girls were elbowing me, swearing at me, telling me to get lost, because I was trying to get to the front. Jesus, they had more attitude than Harry himself. I got to the window, and I was shoved up against it, my face smushed and contorted so I could barely see.

What I could see was a morbid Harry aimlessly swirling his coffee cup around in his right hand. The store was empty, shocking for a Saturday morning, but to be fair it was in a secluded area of the city. Harry probably thought he wasn't going to get spotten. He didn't look up from his cup for about five minutes, and as each minute passed, I was getting pressed harder and harder up against the glass.

But when he did look up, he looked right at me. His face broke into a smile as he laughed. In the month that I had personally known Harry, I had never seen him smile. He really should sile more often, it suits him. He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture, before waving over some large body guard. I can't hear their conversation, but Harry gestures to me, and the guard nods. The buff dude goes out the back and disapeers.