Trying to play it cool, I kept going about my work, ticking off all the jobs on the list while inside I was literally dying with school girl excitement. Harry Styles is meters away, jogging, breathing, sweating...my knees felt all wobbly just thinking about it. What on earth am I going to do next? Do I try and talk to him? He seems really down to earth just like everyone says, he didn't even appear that upset about that awful clip he caught me watching. I can feel my cheeks going pink again at the memory. But if he was ok with that, then maybe he might want to hang out after his work out? There isn't a lot to do in this small town after dark, mid winter on a Thursday. The hotel attached to the gym has a small bar, a drink would be nice to help relax us both and I'm guessing Harry wouldn't want to go anywhere he would be regonised by screaming teenage girls. Or screaming middle aged women for that matter! Seeing as we both appear to be night owls, I decide if i get the chance to talk to him again I will ask him if he wants to grab a drink at the hotel bar. It's my one chance to speak to him and I can't not go for it. Feeling proud of myself for making the decision I grab the bucket of cleaning products and head to the bathrooms. I see Harry glancing over my direction, I wave the bucket and mop at him "I'm just going to clean the bathrooms, so you might not want to come in...or if you need to go pee I can wait?".
Seriously Zara, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you just ask Harry if he needs to pee? Thankfully Harry laughed and waved me on "No, I'm good for now thanks!". I hurried off down the corridor mortified. What is it about that man that has made me act like a lovesick fool since the day I first saw him? I know I'm not alone in my utter fascination with him. Joining twitter I found an entire world of women like myself, slightly unhinged with our fangirling over Harry and the other lads. Some of those women happen to be the kindest, funniest most caring people I've ever met and they've literally changed my life! I think back to the trip I took to Australia last year to meet up with some of the girls, one crazy weekend in Sydney that was possibly the best weekend ever. We laughed, we drank, we shopped, we sung horrible, horrible, horrible karaoke versions of just about the entire One Direction catalogue. Such good times, I do miss those crazy girls!
Smiling, I snap on my rubber gloves and get to work. Just wait until I tell them about meeting Harry! I wonder if they'll believe me? A photo is the usual 'proof', but I've always hated the sneaky shots taken of the guys. I wonder if Harry would take a photo with me if I asked? I think he probably would but how awkward would that feel? I think a few drinks would help, so remind myself to get the job done so I can ask him for that drink. I better stop being such a loser with my comments if I have any hope of him wanting to spend time with me. Maybe I can scrub the stupid out of my mouth if I work hard enough? 20 minutes later I was all done. Looking around to check if there was anything I had missed, I had a quick peek over in Harry's direction. He looked like he was starting to slow down, so I quickly start to pack up so I could be oh-so-conveniently finished at the same time as him.
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Putting away the last of my stuff I see Harry pick up his bag and head towards the exit. He looks so damn good in that t-shirt and shorts. A little pink and sweaty, but soo good. I've always like a good sweaty man smell, I can feel a tingle just at the thought if being close enough to sniff him. What's with me wanting to smell him? Sniffing is nothing really. I'd lick the sweat given the chance too, lets be honest. Shaking my head I look up at him and smile as he walks over.
I'm aware I'm staring at him, mouth slightly open. I can't formulate words to describe seeing him in person. In some ways its everything you've imagined, and more; the deep brown eyes that look right at you. The dimple he flashes frequently showing his good humour. He is taller than I expected, broader, a bigger physical presence. But, as much as he commands the room and is more than I could ever have dreamed, he is also clearly human. Flesh and blood and instantly I feel an urge to protect him. Not to hurt him, or upset him in any way. Over the years so many people have used him for their minute of fame, betrayed his trust. But standing here in front of me, with a nervous look on his face. All I can think is how I never want to see him look anything but happy ever again.
"All finished?" he asks. "Yeah, all done. How was your workout?" "Good, thanks. Just what I needed after sitting on the tour bus for so long." We're standing near the door, smiling at each other a little awkwardly. "Soo" we both say at the same time, laughing the tension is broken. "You go first" I say. "I was wondering if you know of anything to do in this town at night? I don't fancy going back to my room just yet." Is Harry asking me to hang out, or just wanting me to advise him on where he could go? Why do I suck so bad at reading social situations? "um ,well, depends what you feel like doing? There is a cafe down the road that's open late, or the bar at the hotel?". "Well, what's your favorite thing to do here?". That's easy. "On snowy nights like this I grab a hot drink and sit at the lookout down the road, the lights over the cliff sort of shine on the snow as it falls. So you can see the waves crashing and the snow falling. Its my favourite spot." I finish with a smile. "Let's do that then?" Is he asking me? He wants me to go with him? "I mean, only if you want to, no pressure, if you have plans or a partner to get home too..." he trails off. I see what you did there Mr Styles. "No partner, just me and some chickens. I'd love to come with you." "Perfect, let's go."
