love by chance - a one direction fan fic

Meeting Harry Styles

I was so nervous. It had been a week sincethe restaurant with the boys, and now I was going out again, but with just harry this time. Emily was dead jealous. She's been huffing and puffing all day. She seems to have a soft spot for Harry too. But she'll get over it. Knowing Em, tomorrow night she'll probably be out with a totally different guy and will have completely forgotten all about it. Well, I hope so anyway.

Finally, the time has come. The time is 8:47 pm and I'm meant to be meeting him at 9 in this sort of cafe/restaurant place he suggested. I grabbed my coat, shouted goodbye to Em and left. I got there 5 minutes early. I looked around. I couldn't see him. Oh well, he probably wasn't here yet. But then I spotted him sitting at a table in a corner, looking nervous. I took a deep breath. This is it, Jess. I thought to myself, and without a second thought approached him.

Harry's P.O.V

God. I haven't been able to get her out of my head ever since I first met her. She's just so.. perfect. Yeah perfect. That's the word. It was weird. Like as soon as I saw her I knew we were meant to be together. I hope she feels the same. But I'm not sure. She was acting kinda weird last week. I can feel the sticky sweat building in my hands and I just feel so nervous. Cmon harry. I tell myself. I can't chicken out now. And anyway, she's just arrived. Oh god she's here. And she's approaching me. Okay, harry. This is it. Here goes nothing.

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Jess' P.O.V

"Hey," harry said and smiled as I walked over to him. Wow this was awkward. 

"Um.. hi" i replied and smiled back. 

We were sitting in a booth which was kinda cool. 

"so what's this place like?" I wondered out loud. 

"It's AMAZING!" Harry said. "And they do the best milkshakes" 

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I lay back against the cushions in the booth. 

"bleugghhhh I'm stuffed!" I said. 

"Me too!" Harry replied. The meal had been soo good!! I'd had a strawberry milkshake and the best fried chicken of my life. It wasnt posh or anything but that's what I liked about it. It wasn't awkward anymore. We were just two friends having a good time together. 

"Hey, I've got an idea," Harry suddenly said

"What is it, Hazza?" I replied.

"Lets go to the park. It will be deserted at this time of night. I got lucky today that no one recognized me, but no one will recognize me there. And besides, I dunno about you but I could do with a walk after all that!" he said, gesturing to the huge stack of plates on our table.

"Yeah, sure ok" I agreed.

We got up and left, walking for 5 minutes down the road to the park. Finally we got there. It was dark by now, and Harry was right. There was no one around. We walked round the park 3 times (it was a small park!), before sitting down on a bench.

"So tell me about yourself." Harry said.

"Errrmmmm... well... my name is Jessica Stevenson, I'm 18, single and my bestfriend is called Emily Green and currently I'm staying over at her house. Her parents died when she was young so she's an orphan and lives in an apartment on her own. I have the spare room. I like pizza, cats and abercrombie. I don't like being unemployed - although sometimes it can be kinda fun! - bananas and people who patronize me. Oh yeah and i LOVE one direction!" I smile at him and he smiles back, revealing those gorgeous dimples. 

"I agree with the last one" He decides, chuckling.

"Don't get too cocky" I reply, winking at him. "Now your turn,"

"What?" he replies, looking confused.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. You can't get out of it!" I laugh.

He sighed. "Fine." But it was more of a sarcastic sigh, and it made me giggle. "You know my name, you know my age, you know where I live, you know who my best friends are, you know my family, you know my background, what else is there to tell?"

"Tell me about you personally. Not about where you live or you middle name. But you." I playfully prodded him in the chest. I look at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"okayy.. I'm scared of rollercoasters, but i'm getting better with that one, I love my fans but I don't like it when they're TOO obsessed, I don't like haters and when they send me horrible messages. I mean, what i want to know is what i've ever done wrong to them to deserve that treatment. Anyway, I HATE sprouts" at this point he gave me a cheeky smile ", I love boo bearr"

"Larry Stylinson!" i interrupted with a wink and we both started laughing.

"Yeahh" he agreed. "Oh yeah, and one more thing. I know this will sound crazy, but..." and he paused at this point, turning his head sideways and examining me, almost as if he was trying to predict my reaction. "I love you."

He stared straight into my eyes at this point, and I looked away, as I felt the blush grow on my cheeks. I pretended to chuck something in the bin next to the bench, but when I turned back, Harry was right up close to me, our bodies inches away from each other. He stroke my cheek slowly with his index. "Do you love me too"

"Yes." I calmly replied. I have no idea where it came from, I didn't even think about my reply, it just came out. But before I even had time to ask myself what the hell just happened, our lips met and time stopped. The next 30 seconds were the best of my life so far. I scraped my fingers through his curls, and when he pulled away, I could've stayed there for the rest of my life. Because I loved Harry Styles. And he loved me too.