Life is a Prologue

Chapter 2

Once in my car, I slammed the door and shook my head with frustration.

It was only 12:45, and I still had a while until my lunch with What's-His-Name.

I drove aimlessly around the city.

"And now," said the radio host on a random station. "The last song of the hour! 'The Story of my Life' by One Direction!"

The last song of the hour? It's only 1:00?

I glanced at the clock.

No, it's 1:50.

"Shit!" I shouted. "Why is this day so horrible?"

I paused, as if I was waiting for an answer. When I realized how stupid that was, I turned the key and the engine roared to life.

Earlier, I had found a small park that looked peaceful and quiet, so I had pulled into a parking spot as far away from the busy highway as possible. But now I regret that. Because I'm lost.

I'm never going to get there in time. It's a 30 minute drive to the cafe, and by this time, I only have 8 minutes.

That song "The Story of my Life" was still playing. I recognized it as the band that was on TV earlier. It was actually a pretty catchy song. I quickly picked up the tune and started humming along. I heard a part from the Harry guy come on.

Earlier when they showed his picture on the screen, I hadn't realized how handsome he was. He had a nice voice too.

I finally pulled in the parking lot of the cafe. I had gotten here in 20 minutes, probably breaking a lot of driving rules.

Just as I walked in, he walked out.

"Hey!" I shouted, gaining his attention. He studied me for a moment.

"Well hello. I thought you had blown me off!"

"No," I sighed in frustration. " I lost track of time. Sorry."

"Nah, I understand," he opened the door, gesturing for me to enter. "Shall we find a table?"

"We shall."

We selected a small booth in the shady corner of the cafe. It was cozy.

His beanie and dark sunglasses still covered his face, leaving only his cheeks and chin visible. His clothes had been changed since I saw him last. He now sported a red flannel and dark black jeans, paired with a red beanie, black sunglasses, and black shoes.

I laughed at him a little.

"What?" He questioned raising an eyebrow. "Is something on my face?"

He pawed at the skin around his lips, searching for the nonexistent 'thing' on his face.

"No, no," I giggled once more. "I was laughing because you still have your sunglasses and hat on. Aren't you going to remove them?"

"Haven't you heard?" He leaned forward, as if he was about to share a secret. "It's the new trend."

In one swift move, I reached over and snatched the glasses, trying them on for myself. The beanie was snatched as well, and placed on my head.

"Hey!" He said. "Give it back." This made us both laugh.

"No. Haven't you heard? It's the new trend." I giggled.

I turned to him.

Oh my God.

What?

What?

What?

It was him.

It was Harry Styles.

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Eek! Cliffhanger! Short chapter, I know. I threw it together in ten minutes because I needed to update (: thanks for reading this story. I don't know if anyone knows how much it means to me. So thanks. I will update again soon. Bye now lovelies. xx