It's Just How it Happened.

Chapter 2 - If You Told Me To

     Harry Styles just introduced himself to me. This is currently my reality.

Background info: Harry Styles has been my celebrity crush for a good 3 years now. All of my friends know this. I've been a fan of One Direction for so long now, and I can't stress enough how badly I've wanted to be friends, and jam with these boys.

I giggled a little at his choice of words.

"Nice to meet you, Harry. My name is Annabeth. I don't think we've ever met... I'm almost positive I'd remember." I laughed in response. It almost made me uneasy because I was way too comfortable. I definitely thought if this kind of meeting happened in real life, I'd be terribly nervous.

He shifted his body weight from right to left, his face sporting a side grin and the expression of thinking really hard.

"You sure? Because I really feel like I know you, or like I'm supposed to know you." He replied.

... supposed to know me? Holy shit.

Maybe we are supposed to know each other. I suppose that's something I've always foolishly hoped for... but maybe it's true.

Why else would this be happening? I surely don't have this kind of good luck so it had to mean something.

I smiled and nodded a little.

"So does that mean we're pals?" I joked with him.

He was about to open his mouth to speak but the words were interrupted by Mitchie calling my name to give me my coffee.

Her face looked like she had been silently trying to get my attention for awhile now. Probably because she wanted me to notice Harry.

"Looks like someone finally took the time to take out her headsets for a moment... hmm... you must be special." Mitchie said, saying the last part to Harry.

She handed both of us our drinks after that, turns out Harry ordered the same thing as me.

"Yeah... pals." He finally answered me sweetly as he grabbed both of our drinks, and handed me mine.

I took a quick sip of it before deciding that I wasn't going to make this a fan situation. I was going to be that someone he didn't usually run into much anymore.

I wasn't meeting Harry Styles. I was just meeting Harry.

This was my one in a million opportunity, and there was no way I was going to overdue it and just be like everyone else.

"Cool. Pals. Haha... well, it was nice meeting you, Harry." I said, He gave me a slightly surprised mutual nod, I gave him a quick smile, and then proceeded to walk back over to my things.

I saw Mitchie in the corner of my eye as I walked over, her eyes were growing wider by the second. She knew how crazy I used to be about these boys, and even though I always told her I'd be casual and collected if I ever met them, I don't think she ever truly believed me.

     As Harry became out of my sight as I walked over to my belongings, I quickly began to regret the decision of ending the conversation that early.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT WAS I THINKING. HE WAS CLEARLY INTERESTED IN ME AS A PERSON AND I JUST ENDED IT OUT OF SOME WEIRD PRIDE THING. WHAT THE HELL. I CAN'T BELIEVE I-

"Beth! Wait!" I heard Harry's nervously cautious voice from behind me.

Aw... No one ever called me Beth. It was always Anna, or the name in full.

My heart was beating a million miles per hour, but being the actress I am, I remarkably hid it in my casual turn back to him, sporting a curious smile upon my face.

He looked around anxiously in the practically empty Starbucks that accompanied only him, Mitchie, an Elderly couple, a nanny with two toddlers, a male starbucks employee who showed no interest whatsoever, and me.

He made his way over to me until he was directly in front of my view.

"Uh... I never do this sort of thing anymore. Uh, erm... mind if I join you? I really have nothing to do tonight and ya know... since we're pals and everything-"

"Of course. Take a seat!" I interrupted him, almost noticeably too excited about his notion.

My crazy and ridiculous plan actually worked.

Things like this never happened to me. . . why now?

     We sat next to each other in the backish of the Starbucks. Even people who would be coming in wouldn't notice us unless they specifically were searching for seats where we were. So far, only small talk about my psychology homework had arised into conversation.

"What do you mean by, you never do this sort of thing anymore?" I brought up his past comment.

He looked up at me with his wide green eyes that I could easily fall for if given the chance.

"Well it's just... ha, people don't usually treat me like everyone else, or people find out where I am and mob me... things are just hectic half of the time and it's weird because right now it's just... not. This is definitely a rare occurance. Wow I sound like I'm crazy." He tried his best to explain. I felt sincerly sorry for the guy. I had for awhile, assuming how that must be how his life is, and I appeared right.

"You don't sound at all crazy, I'm sorry that's the type of situation you usually find yourself in. It must wear on you."

He gave me a supportive grin then looked down in his lap for a moment. Quickly after, he brought his attention back to me with a slight sense of urgency upon his face.

"Okay I wasn't going to say anything but do you know who I am or not?!" He asked me like a lost little boy.

"Haha, haven't we already gone over the point that we've never met-"

"That's not what I mean." He responded seriously, and fast.

I adjusted my seating to criss cross applesauce form, and faced him with a aura of interest.

"I don't know how to put this without sounding like I have an ego... but I'm Harry Styles from One Direction. Do you know who I am? Have you ever heard of me? Because most people who have usually ask for a photo or something by now... and they aren't usually the ones who say the 'nice meeting you' in the conversation. God! I sound like such an ass! I'm not trying to, I'm sorry." He went into detail.

"Of course I know you're Harry Styles. Honestly, I'm quite a big fan. I just think it would have been disrespectful to meet you assuming I already knew you, if that makes sense? Because that's not very fair in my opinion. I didn't know you. I still don't. I 'know' the guy in all the magazines, but not the guy himself. Wow, now I probably sound like a weirdo or something. Basically what I'm trying to say is... I wanted to meet you. I wanted to meet Harry. Not Harry Styles from One Direction. And that's what I was intending." I explained to him. I was now slightly embarrassed for venting that to the boy.

I couldn't tell if he was looking at me in awe, or like I was the strangest person he's ever encountered.

He then giggled cutely,

Stood up,

and reached his hand down to me.

"Beth, Wanna get out of here? Go do something fun? Maybe even get to know each other for real and become genuine friends? You don't have to if you don't want to of course. I just don't often meet people like you, who treat me like an individual and not some sort of fantasy robot boyband member." He revealed to me sweetly.

And there it was, the thing I had dreamt about for years now.

Seeing Harry Styles.

actually seeing him.

"I'd love that." I answered.

And then suddenly, I was past the introduction phase of my life movie.

hmm...

Beth... I could really get used to hearing that.