Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 3

I know this chapter is very fictional and highly unlikely to happen, but that's why it's fan-fiction xD Um, so that's about it, I guess. If you have any questions or ideas you'd like to share, you can comment or message me & I'll do my best to respond :D Enjoy<3

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Chapter 3 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            This is not happening. Pinch me, I must be dreaming. I’m not standing in the line to meet One Direction. I’m not standing in the line to meet the five boys that changed my whole perspective on life. I’m not standing in line to meet my idols. I’m simply not here. Yup, that’s it. I’m either dreaming, or I’ve died and gone to fangirl heaven. This just isn’t happening. It was all one big—

            “I’m Harry Styles.”

            My eyes widened as the curly haired boy was soon in front of me. The hell? How did we get to the front so fast? Did I really think that long? My eyes flickered over to see Stevie hugging Niall and talking with Zayn, but this sexy green eyed boy was staring at me. Me, of all the damn people in the world. This simply isn’t real.

            “Erm, hello?” Harry waved his large hand in front of my face as I felt my breath hitch in my throat. God, he smells good. But then I felt tears whelming in my eyes. Before I could process what I was doing, I jogged up to him and flung my arms around his neck. Harry seemed taken off guard at first, but then he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, squeezing back.

            Holy shit, shit, shit, fuck. Harry Styles is actually holding me back. Holding me like he never wants to let go. Then again, that’s probably my fangirl side speaking. But I can’t help the tears from pouring out my eyes. “Thank you for saving my life,” I whispered as my head buried into his shoulder. I know it sounds cheesy, and I know he hears it all the time, but this boy and the four other lads helped me through six months of treatment. They helped me through six months of being in that damn hospital, and they weren’t even there. Talk about unbelievable.

            Harry pulled away slightly, but not forcing. It took all of me to untangle my arms from around his neck. I couldn’t believe I was just hugging him. I couldn’t believe any of this right now, and I don’t even think I’m processing all of this. I think my mind is trying to hold on, but my heart is pounding like crazy.

            Harry gave me a warm smile, his hands on my shoulder. “What’s your name, love?” he asked softly in his deep British accent. My heart fluttered at the sound of it in person, but also at being called love by an actual British person.

            “Valerie,” I replied, wiping my eyes vigorously. “I’m sorry. I’m didn’t mean to breakdown or throw myself on you.” I groaned as the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. “You probably think I’m some freak and—“

            “Not at all,” Harry smiled genuinely. “Wait here for a minute.” I nodded, my mind wandering on why the Harry Styles wants me to wait. I’m dreaming. I’m definitely dreaming. This is a fantasy made up in my mind. But still, the fantasy Harry Styles walked back up to me with a dimpled grin, handing me a box of tissues. “I thought you might need some,” he said sheepishly. Holy actual crap. Is Harry Styles actually being shy around me? No. Again, this is all in my head. But that hug felt pretty damn real.

            “Thanks,” I chuckled weakly, taking one and wiping my leaking eyes. I let out a large sigh as I raked a hand through my hair. “There’s my meltdown for the day.”