I looked at Harry, then down at the ground where his voice continued to blare out. This cannot be for real, can it? I look back up to check I'm not completely losing it, and sure enough there are those lips, curled up in that famous smirk. Oh god, he is so beautiful. Reaching down I grab my phone and quickly mute it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Said Harry. "Uh, that's ok." I pause, then blurt out "What the hell are you doing here??" I clap my hand over my mouth. Harry let out a chuckle "I thought you lot were known for being friendly over here?" "Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me start again! Hi I'm Zara" I say sticking out my hand "and you are?" Harry let out a louder laugh "Your phone suggests you know exactly who I am! What were you watching??" he asked with a grin.
Yanking my hand back, I can feel my cheeks getting redder by the second. What the hell is this? Too many cleaning products making me hallucinate? Those green eyes staring at me sure look real though, and look like they're waiting for me to answer him. "Sorry, what?" "I asked what you were watching?" "Oh, that, uh um, nothing?" Once more Harry laughed. "Ok I'll let you away with it, I actually just came to see if you could switch he main lights on for me. Please?" "Yeah, sure, I guess. Sure." Walking off towards the main switchboard a million things are racing around in my head. Is this actually Harry? Like THE Harry Styles? It sure looks like him. And sounds like him. Wonder if it smells like him? Taking a deep sniff I realise how strange I must appear. I better stop my day dreaming to get on with turning the lights on. He does smell amazing though, just like I've always imagined. A hint of vanilla for sure.
As the room flickered in to brightness, I hear "I really am sorry I scared you. I'll just go work out and leave you to it. Thanks again...Zara wasn't it?" He still has a slight smirk of those luscious lips, I take a deep breath and reply "It's fine, honestly. Enjoy your workout and let me know if you need anything." I cross the room and go back to my towels. Did that actually just happen? Harry Styles caught me watching videos of himself? My mind is reeling. What is he doing here? Why isn't he getting ready for his show? Maybe the show got cancelled with the snow? Imagine if he was stuck here for a few days! I could show him around, get to know him a little? Laughing to myself I think after the welcome I just gave him I'm probably the very last person he will want to spend any time with. Am I actually standing here debating if Harry Styles will want me to show him the town highlights? I am such an egg, I can't even believe myself.
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Throwing a quick look over my shoulder I see him settling in on the treadmill. He has on a plain white t-shirt with black Nike shorts that hang to just below his knees. The t-shirt looks well worn, like and old favourite he was worn for years. It reminds me of that old Rolling Stones T-Shirt he wore till it literally was falling apart with holes. I bet he still has it somewhere too, he seems like the sort of guy that once he loves something, he loves it for life. Pondering to myself what an old t-shirt framed would look like, I hear a throat clear behind me "excuse me?" Although not quite as surprised by someone being here this time, turning around and being capture by the full force of Harrys glance still sends shivers through me. "I forgot my towel, any chance I could have one of those?" This is my chance.
Think of something witty to say, come on Zara. Say something, say anything. "Yeah. Sure. Here". Wow, Zara, you are a certified genius. I hand him a towel and my fingers touch his. Holy fuck. This is the moment I realise Harry Edward Styles, my crush of so many years. My twitter obsession. My full size poster in my office. Harry is here, in front of me. And funnily enough, he feels like a regular human. I take a deep breath and decide to go for it.
"Sorry about before. I really wasn't expecting anyone to be here. The manager said no one uses this place at night." "I'm really sorry for giving you a fright, I didn't realise you had headphones in so thought you would of heard the door open." At the mention if headphones we both smile. "I was a little, um, distracted shall we say?" I laugh and thankfully Harry laughs alongside. "So, a fan then?"
How do I answer that? A fan seems so casual. It doesn't begin to capture the depth of my love for One Direction. They are responsible for so much in my life. Getting me through good times, and bad. I've even met some of my best friends through our love of those lads. Realising he is still waiting for me to answer, I reply "Yeah, you could say that! I was supposed to go the show tomorrow, but my friend broke her leg so couldn't go and then I got roped in to covering for her at the gym for a few days. I normally work myself, I'm not like, a bum or anything, I'm on sabbatical" I know I'm rambling but I cant seem to stop, luckily Harry doesn't seem to notice. "A bum? "He laughs "I love the expressions you guys use down here! Well, at this rate I'm going to miss the show myself, so don't feel bad! The airport was closed with the snow so we decided to drive but not the roads are all closed too. So here I am." Harry shrugs good naturedly. "May as well make the most of it and get a work out in I figured, plus jet lag has my sleep times all messed up so feels like my day should just be getting started." "I kind of know how you feel. I've worked shifts for the last 10 years so I'm in a permanent state of jet lag it feels. Will take me a while to realise I don't have work to go to and can actually relax." Harry nods in understanding.
It hits me that I'm chatting away to Harry like a regular person. It makes me feel happy and I understand what every fan who has met him before has meant when they've said he makes you feel so comfortable and at ease. "Well I better get to it. Maybe Ill see you again when I'm finished?" Normally I'm in and out in about an hour, but tonight I feel I might be working a little slower. "Yeah, for sure, Ill be here!" I manage to reply semi normally. Harry smiles and turns back towards the treadmill. "Maybe you are quite friendly here after all".
