1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

---HAYLEY POV--

Nothing looks good. Nothing. I've tried on almost everything in my closet and none of it feel right. Why was I stressing so bad about this? I was just going to hang out with a friend and his friends. Granted, him and his friends were international superstars.
My thoughts were cut off when my phone buzzed.

*from:Harry Styles
The car will be outside your place at 8:30. Xx.*

I smirk and bite my lip. When I was doing my research on Harry I learned the other boys' names as well. Niall was the blonde one, Zayn had the darkest hair, Liam was broad, and Louis had longer hair. I must admit I had them memorized by now. I basically Internet stalked them for an entire day.
Harry said 8:30 and it's only 4. That gave me plenty of time to run and buy an outfit. I throw on running shorts and a sweatshirt and sprint out of my building.
I ended up buying a whole new outfit. White skinny jeans, a knit sweater, and I spoiled myself with a pair of insanely expensive Loubouton shoes that I knew I'd regret buying tomorrow. I felt pretty, which was a rare occurrence for me. When I got home I applied eyeshadow and wore eye-liner. Which I normally never do, but it looked good so... And curled my hair into big loose waves.

The car arrived outside my building at exactly 8:30. I grabbed my purse, checked my make-up one last time, and hopped into the elevator. I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? 'Probably because you're about to go hang out with a bunch of rich celebrities' my conscious tells me. Oi. The nervousness and excitement combined into an odd feeling as the driver of the car opened the door for me. I gave him a quick thank you andI stepped into the BMW. The smell of leather overwhelmed me. I loved that smell.
The car ride was about twenty-five minutes, and we pulled up to what looked like one of the most expensive buildings in the city. Harry wasn't at a hotel, they rented out a damn penthouse, for crying out loud. The city light illuminated the sky, and I took the time to appreciate just how spectacular New York City really is. I walk through the main doors, and the doorman greets me.
"Ms. Hayley Stewart?"
I shocked smile crossed my face, "Yes Sir." He points to the elevators and says "Top floor." I kindly thank him. Top floor? Most likely the most expensive place in the building. I don't know why I'm surprised, they're freaking One Direction. The elevator is quick and when the doors slide open they reveal a massive space, crowded with people. A sigh of relief rushes over me. The whole day I was stressing over just being me with the boys. As soon as I stepped through the doors, an adorable blonde boy walks over to me and I immediately recognize him from my recent internet searches. "Ah, welcome to the party! I'm Niall. Niall Horan." I smile at him and introduce myself.
"Oh! You're Hayley? Hazza, over there, wouldn't stop talking about ya once he came home this mornin'."
"Hazza?" I say confused.
"Oh my bad. Thats Harry's nick name."
I'm glad it's dark so he can't see my cheeks flush. "Where is he by the way?" I ask once he's finished. "Check the bar." I thank him and replies with a smile as he takes a sip of his beer, and walks into a crowd. I strut over to the bar, where a see a familiar green-eyed boy.

{HARRY POV}

I stood, leaning up against the bar, waiting for her to show up. Is she one of those girls that shows up late to everything? My thoughts escape my mind when I see her step through the elevator.

Whoa.

I have to keep my jaw from dropping all the way to the floor. Hayley looked stunning. Her shiny voluminous blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders and her long legs looked great in her pants. I knew I couldn't be the only guy gawking over her, and my assumptions were right when I saw Niall greet her almost right away. A sting of jealously runs through me as I watch them introduce themselves. I tense up, and I'm about to walk over there, but she must of said something to turn Niall off because his flirtatious demeanor changed. He points over to the bar and I immediately look away, praying she didn't catch me staring.
She started to bounce toward me, god she was hot.
I told myself I wouldn't get involved with a girl before tour, and I've been doing great until now. I had to keep reminding myself, no crushing, But, damn was she making this hard.
"Harry!" I hear her yell my name and I have to mentally tell the butterflies in my stomach to stop fluttering.
"Hayley!" I reply. "I'm glad you made it." she laughs and wrap her arms around me. I was pleasantly surprised. "The car you sent didn't give me much of a choice."
I look down at my feet in embarrassment and crack a smile. Her hand grabs my arm, and shoot electricity through my whole body. I look up at her, still smiling. "But, I would of come anyway." she comforts me. I shoot her a confident smile, but I have everything but confidence right now. Why does she make me so nervous? It's been a long time since a girl made me feel like this. She was trouble, I could tell, but the good kind.

And I, was craving trouble.