Maybe Then

chapter 2

*after the flight*
I slowly made my way off the plane and took a deep breath while searching my surroundings. I pulled out my phone and called a cab to take me to the campus.
I sat down for a moment to just take all the excitement in and not have another happy freak out spazzy moment.
As I'm thinking to myself I suddenly hear my name from somewhere in the airport. "ELIZA! Over here!" someone exclaimed. I looked up only to have my eyes meet with ..Michael
It took a second for me to absorb what was happening. What the hell does he think he's doing here? He has no right. I feel my chest tighten and the space around me seems to get smaller. It took him less than thirty seconds to stride right in front of me. Oh great...
I'm honestly not ready to deal with this right now. Michael broke my heart and I want nothing to do with him.
I turn around quickly and begin walking so fast, that I'm probably running.
"Eliza please wait! Just listen goddamnit!" he begs. "I want nothing to do with you. Just get the hell away from me!" I yell with anger laced in my words. Michael grabs my shoulder and turns me around, but as soon as he did I slap his hand away from me immediately.
My mind was boiling over with violent thoughts as I fought so hard not to curse and scream at him.
"Please El, I'm sorry for everything I did. I don't know what I was thinking when I was with Marcy. I was being stupid and I'm sorry. Please, I'm begging you to give me a second chance. I know I don-" he struggles the words out before I cut him off viciously.
"I will never forgive you let alone give you another chance. You can't just say sorry and think everything will be fine just because you apologized! Get away from me NOW before I get help!" I cry out at him. I'm trying so hard to not let myself cry. I had gotten over this, over him so I don't need to cry about it anymore.
"But plea-" he begins. "But nothing!" I scream. My hands ball into fists and I screw my eyes shut for a moment to regain an ounce of calmness.
"I have nothing to say to. Just leave me alone!"
But he still insists on infuriating me even more. By now I know we've drawn a crowd, but I don't give a shit because I was so pissed that he had came to California after me. What a waste of time and money. But honestly what was he thinking.
Finally, guy with black skinny jeans and a Jack Wills hoodie on noticed just how distressed I was and could tell that I wanted this repulsive human being away from me. He walked over to me with a concerned look on his face. "Is everything alright over here?" he questioned with an interesting accent probably Australian or British.
"This idiot won't leave" I said shooting Michael a death glare.
I'm honestly not in the mood for this juvenile shit. The guy glanced over to a fuming Mike and calmly began to speak.
"Leave her be." he looked back over to me and I accidentally felt a tear slip free making the man to stand a little closer to console me. I feel badly for making him feel like he needs to help but when i fell into his muscular arms, I felt myself melt away into his warm and soothing embrace. I hope this moment never ends. Just as I'm starting to relax I'm swiftly gripped on my arm an yanked back. By now my face is flowing with ugly tears.
"Don't touch her if you know what's good for you!" Mike screamed at the British man. Then he turned to me, "As for you," his voice calmer and scarier than it was before. "We need to go and talk right now." I couldn't take it any longer. I tore myself away from his tight grip and ran.
I push through the dense sea of bodies and ran to the woman's restroom as I heard him frantically yelling my name. I pushed my back against the wall and slid down with my head in my hands. I finally allowed myself to cry.
All of the sudden I felt a hand touch my shoulder and didn't even bother to look up. Michael was going to have the silent treatment from me for the rest of his life. Granted, it seems a bit immature, but I'd rather sound a little foolish than to deal with that asshole.
"Just go away Mike! Do you even realize you're in the women's bathroom? God I don't want to see you ever again so get the fuck! out." I don't even care if he sees me cry anymore because I know I'm never gonna let myself
stand face to face with him again.
"It's alright love I mean no harm. I come in peace," a strong British accent joked. I glance up to see the curly haired boy and confusion flooded over me. Why did he follow me to the women's restroom?
"Oh," is I all I can muster up to say. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright ya? You seemed pretty startled out there."
"Oh I'll be okay thanks for asking." No I won't. But he doesn't need to know that.
"I'm Harry. Uh Styles." he uttered quietly. "Hi, I'm Eliza Trent. Nice to meet you," I respond forcing a smile.
I'm unsure of what to do next but before I can think any longer about that, he holds a hand out to me. I reluctantly grab a hold and he swiftly pulls me up. Now that I've calmed done a bit, I take this chance to look at him.
He's tall and very strong with perfect tan skin. His eyes are a breathtaking shade of green and his hair is a brown messy mop of curls on his head but it looks perfect the way it is. His face is actually quite perfect with thin pink lips that look as smooth as the ocean. Cheesy but true.
I'm broken from my stare when he breaks the silence. "Wanna grab a coffee or something real quick?" Hmm...coffee with an adorable guy or risk running into an assho!e named Mike...?
"Sure that sounds great right about now." A genuine smile breaks loose from my face.
A/N: Finally got to introduce Harry! I swear this story picks up it'll just take a little longer. Vote and comment!
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