Diary Of A Fanboy

Chapter 11 - Um...Call Me, Yeah?

I chewed on my bottom lip and tugged on his hood. I pulled it over his head and gasped as I saw who it was.

"O-oh my god.......you're...........Harry Styles!" 

He sighed deeply and lowered his eyes to the ground. "Yeah, you gonna go tell the world where I am now?" He spat.

My eyes widened and I shook my head. "Why w-would you think that?"

He sighed once again, still not looking at me. "Because you want to become famous and tell the press about how you met me in an alley" he said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders.

I shook my head again and bit my lip. "Who said anything about becoming famous and telling the press anything?" I asked. He finally looked up to meet my eyes and I gulped. His eyes were amazing. They were moss green with specks of grey here and there if you looked closely. I looked down as a blush covered my cheeks from the intenseness of his gaze.

"You don't want to be famous?" He said surprised and I shook my head. "I've never had the urge to."

This time I looked up to meet his eyes and they were concentrating hard on my face which made me blush even harder. Harry Styles was fucking staring at me. There was a silence before I spoke.

"What are you doing in an alley?" I asked softly. He looked away from me again and I regretted asking that question. "I'm sorry, y-you d-don't have t-to tell m-me" I stuttered as blushed again. God, I'm so awkward! Harry Fucking Styles is talking to me and I ask that! 

"I was hiding from paparazzi."

"Oh" I murmured sheepishly, not daring to look up at his face again.

"Umm...my.......my best friend Liam is in....in the um....bar and I-I should...um....go get h-him" I mumbled and quickly walk past Harry. Wow, Harry Styles is within touching distance and I make up an excuse to leave him, great job socially awkward Niall.

"Wait...did you say Liam?"

I turned around to find Harry staring at me with a confused expression on his face and I nod slowly, not sure why he asked that.

"Wait......s-so you're........Niall?"

My mouth hung open but nothing came out, he remembered me. HARRY ACTUALLY REMEMBERED ME!!!! My head was screaming but I tried to keep calm on the outside and I shifted uncomfortably in my spot. "Um...y-yeah..."

His astonishment grew to a smile which made me smile. "Well what are the odds?"

I laughed softly and he made his way over to me. 

"It's really you?" He asked. Why would he ask me that, I should be asking HIM that because I still don't believe that Harry Styles is talking to me.

"Y-yeah" I murmured and smiled slightly. He stared at me and I cleared my throat. "Wait....prove it."

"And how do you expect me to do that?" I asked as we were now face to face. He crunched up his face in thought and I swear it was the cutest thing I've ever seen. "Tell me something only Niall would know about me."

I sighed and closed my eyes, racking the back of my brain for memories and crossing my hands over my chest. What did I know that no one else does?

I opened my eyes and they instantly met with green as he looked at me intently. "Well.....I know that you still sleep with a blanket you had when you were younger." I smirked as I said those words. I think I faintly saw Harry blush. Scratch that. This was definitely the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"W-well, at least I know it's really you know" he said softly. We stood there but then I remembered the reason I was talking to him.

"Um....we should probably get you some bandages now" I said quietly as I started walking away from him, suddenly growing insecure.