1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys! Chapter 1 is so long because I couldn't quite figure out how to add new parts, but I'm good now. I love you guys for reading my no name unpopular story :) xoxo

Hayley POV:

I was starting to warm up to Harry. So what if he was some big celebrity? He was still funny and sweet. After his pathetic somersault attempt, we had a handstand competition up against the wall. We both went up and tried so hard not to laugh. He was wobbling and barely keeping his balance, and I laughed like a freaking hyena.
My laugh is hideous. Like, dying cat hideous.
He fell because he was laughing at my laugh. He curled up on the floor holding his sides, cackling hysterically. I dropped down too, trying not to laugh, but his was so cute. It reminded me of a little kid. Our laughter died down until we were just laying there smiling.
"I guess you're not that bad of company, Harry Styles."
This made him let out a low chuckle. He laying on his back staring at the ceiling, hand resting on his stomach, and a smile that never faltered.
"Neither are you Stewart. You're pretty cool for an American."
I smiled because he kept talking, and his accent was intoxicating.
"So in order for us to get to know each other better, tell me five random things about youself." he propped his head on his elbow and stared at me.
I laughed awkwardly, "Why?"
"I just want to get to know the person I'm trapped in here with." he sat up.
"Okay let's see...." I scartched the back on my head trying to come up with something interesting about myself. I got nothing, so I went for my favorite meal.
"Number one: Mac and Cheese is my all-time favorite food. Hands down."
His laugh broke his lips into a smile, and my cheeks couldn't help but turn pink.
"Very nice choice. I used to love Mac and Cheese. I can't remember the last time I had it." I sat there with my mouth open.
"Harry Styles, I'm afraid I am going to have to make you some Macaroni and Cheese." I stood up and walked over to my kitchen andstarted to fill up a pot of water. I placed it on my gas stove to boil. Thank God, it was gas and not electric. I was starved.
"I take it you are hungry?." he said smirking, and looking down at his feet. I smiled at him in reply. "Starving." I countered.
"Now Hayley, what's number two?" he asked, placing one hand on the counter and one brushing through his hair.
I looked out the windor across the dark skyline. "Well, I hate waking up early. If I could, I'd sleep in to noon every day. Plus, i take naps all the time too." I laughed at myself, while stirring the pot of noodles. "It's probably unhealthy how much time I spend sleeping.."
He laughed and nodded. "I completely understand. On tour, its the worst. I sleep any chance I can get." He giggled and looked up at me for my response.
Damn, his eyes were electrifying. Its like they got every nerve in my body jumping.
"So whats it like? Being an international star?" I asked sarcastically.
He flashed his dimple at me following his blinding smile. "I wouldn't go as far and call myself a superstar, but there's definately pros and cons. And at the end of the day, the pros weigh out the cons."
"Do you ever miss having a normal life? Being able to do just normal stuff?" I asked sympathetically. I was just assuming that their lives have changed dramatically, and I was severely curious considering I've never met a celebrity before.

"I don't think I'd be as happy doing anything else. Of course, I miss being able to just walk around in public without being swarmed, but if I had just a regular job, I'd be miserable. Plus, we're all still normal guys. We do normal thing like, make mac and cheese with pretty girls." he stared at me. Not a hint of regret in his face. He grabbed the spoon from my hand, and started to stir the pot.
"You're quite a charmer, Mr. Styles."
"So I've been told."
His dimples, my God. You could literally swim in those things.
I poured the water out and began to mix in the powder cheese and added the milk and butter. When it was done, I held the spoon up to Harry's mouth so he could have a taste.
After his bite he closed his eyes, licking his lips, "Mmmmmm." He bit his lip and I about fainted. "You make a mean Macoroni and Cheese, Ms. Stewart."
"So I've been told."
With that we stared into each others eyes. After what seemed like years, he leaned into me, his hand resting on my waist, and my knees went weak. I wanted to so bad, but I knew no good would come from it. Screw it.

So I just..