Not A Fan (Harry Styles)

1. Harry Who?

January 2016

Click! Click! Click!  Rang the cash register. I turned around and handed the 70 year old man his change and receipt. "Thank you for coming to Café Habana. Have a nice day," I said using my fake smile. This smile is the only reason I still have this job, and I can't afford to lose it. Even though you would think that Malibu, California would have loads of job opportunities, it doesn't.

I started counting the money in the register, after the man left. I usually do this about six times before the next person comes up to pay. Saying that this job is boring would be the understatement of the year.

"Hey Jane," my sister Maria called from the kitchen. The hostess desk that I work at is right in front of the door to the kitchen. So I could literally turn my body 180 degrees and have a full conversation with someone in there.

"Yeah," Maria approached me when I replied.

"How late are you working tonight?"

"Until 5. I really need to get home and finish my paper on interdependence."

"Oh, okay," I could sense the disappointment in her voice.

"Why, did you have plans?" Maria blushed. I knew something was up.

"Well, I was going to have Jacob come over to our place, but I guess I could go over to his," she sorted the menus into a neat stack.

"Get out. Are you guys seriously thinking about..."

"No! No. Oh God no. We just started dating a couple of weeks ago, and I don't want to take that plunge yet," she stared at me wide eyed.

"Well what do you plan on doing then? Netflix and chill?" I laughed.

"No. I want to cook dinner for him."

I couldn't help but laugh at this, "You do realize that if you two get married, you'll be doing that for the rest of your life right?"

She waved her hands in the air, "No. I mean like romantically cook for him. Like letting him taste the food or letting him spin me around in my apron."

"Sweetie everything you just said right there, I took it completely differently."

Maria rolled her eyes, "You just don't understand love. I mean, how could you? All you ever do is work and study."

"So you're saying that I'm the responsible one?" I wink at her.

"No. I'm saying that you need to get out more. Jane you're graduating soon. Don't you at least want to try doing something rebellious or risky?"

I look around the room, thinking my sister is crazy. "No."

Maria sighs and goes back into the kitchen. Then I hear the radio being turned up, and Maria's newest favorite song starting to play.

You've gotta help me, I'm losing my mind...

Great. Just great.

I can hear a loud, screaming noise coming from behind me. "Oh my gosh! I love this song! I can't believe they're on hiatus Jane!" Maria yelled.

"Don't you mean "broken up"?" I yell back.

Maria pops her head around the door, scaring me. "Don't you dare even say that," she glares then returns to fetching platters of food for awaiting customers.

To be honest, I've never really cared for One Direction. I've heard a lot of their music before, not by choice, and it really didn't sound that spectacular to me. All they are to me is a reason for my sister not to shut her mouth, while we're driving to work every morning.

As I started sorting through the money again, a group of four people walked towards me. There was an older looking man who was wearing a striped dress shirt and had grey hair. He had his arm around a woman with dark hair in a messy bun and a white top.

They appeared to be a couple. Along with them were 2 younger men. One had short, brown hair and was wearing a dark, grey jacket. The other had long, curly brown hair, was wearing a bright blue t-shirt, and was covered in tattoos.

I continued counting the money but kept glancing at them out of the corner of my eye. The one with the tattoos spoke, "You guys can wait in the parking lot. This was my treat. I'll meet you in a few." The others agreed and left. Tattoo guy then walked up to me and pulled out his wallet. He handed me the bill and his money as he smiled.

I flashed my signature fake smile, that I give to all of my customers, and began the routine of digging around in the cash register for the correct amount of change. In the background I could hear the song "History" beginning to play louder. I quit fishing through the bills and spoke to the customer, "Can you hang on for a sec, I'm so sorry." I turned around to yell at Maria, "Maria! Turn that music down!"

"But it's their latest single and their last for a long time!" she whined.

"Well I don't care! I can't think straight with it turned up like that!"

Maria groaned and turned the radio down.

I spun around to face tattoo guy. "Again, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," he replies. My eyes widen when I hear his voice. He's British. He continued to speak while I opened the register back up, "So your friend really likes One Direction, huh?"

I rolled my eyes while pushing the buttons on the register. "Yeah, and she's not my friend," he furrowed his eyebrows, "She's my sister."

"Oh," he replied.

"Yep, I've been listening to the same crap for the past five years."

He looked taken aback when I said this. "So you don't like them?"

I thought about this for a moment. "It's no that. I'm sure they are pretty cool people, but I've never really understood what their music is about." He nodded. "Granted, I've only ever listened to their songs that are on the radio, but Maria had every album in her iTunes library under the playlist name "The BAES"." He laughed at this, and I handed him his change and receipt. "Have a nice day," I smiled one last time, waiting for him to leave. He didn't leave.

Finally he asked, "Do you mind if I borrow a sheet of paper?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I dug around under the desk until I found one.

He grabbed a pen off the desk and wrote a note on the top of the paper. Then he ripped it in two and wrote a note on the second half. After that he handed both pieces of paper to me. "Nice meeting you," he smiled and left. I looked at the two papers and couldn't believe what I saw.

The first one read:

I would love to hear more about your opinion of our music. DM me on Twitter.

                                                                                          - Harry Styles

The second one read:

Thank you for being such a supportive fan Maria!

                                                    All the love,

                                                            Harry

All I could think about was how much my sister was going to kill me.