When Harry Met Asia

Getting To Know You

"We can watch TV." Asia said sitting on the couch awkwardly.

Harry smiled. He didn't want to watch TV. God! All he could think about was getting to business on that couch with Asia. But Asia wasn't like all the other fans we met. She wasn't all into him and his looks or all the other things he was used to. She was actually funny and she actually could hold a conversation. Maybe this was exactly what he needed.

"Sure. So I don't know anything about you. What's your story?" he asked smiling as he sat next to her on the couch.

My story? Asia thought as she smiled. What isn't there to my story. She sighed and turned to face Harry.

"Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to tell you something about me but in exchange I want something from you." Asia said smiling.

"I guess I can handle that." Harry agreed smiling. "So tell me about yourself. Where are you from?" He asked.

Asia smiled and crossing her legs on the couch to face him she sighed.

"I'm from Philadelphia. Born and raised. I go to a high school for arts and sciences." She said mentally checking off what she said as she said it.

"For what?" He asked.

"Theater." She answered smiling.

"So you like do musicals and stuff?" He asked interested.

"Pretty much." She answered.

"So you sing?" He hinted.

"I can sing." She answered.

"Would you sing with me?" he asked suddenly excited. The idea of doing a duet with Asia suddenly popped in his mind. He smiled as he thought about it.

"I mean. I would like to. But come on, Harry. A nobody singing with you? I wouldn't know what to do." Asia said feeling as if she was just proposed marriage to.

"How can you say that? I haven't even heard you yet. Let me make my own decision." He said.

"You don't even know me." Asia said.

"Let me get to know you. I want to sing with you. Please." He asked smiling.

"FIne. One condition." She said.

"Whatever you want." He agreed.

"Food!" She said smiling.

"I can manage food." He said smiling.

"Good. I mean I'm American so I like my food plus I'm black so I'm basically a double threat." She teased.

"I can handle a girl who likes to eat." he said smiling.

"You're going to regret saying that!" She said smiling.

"I doubt that." He said walking to the kitchen. "How are you with Chinese food?" Harry asked after opening the fridge.

"I like Chinese." She answered smiling as she walked around the flat. Noticing Louis's room and than Harry's she smiled when she saw the obvious differences. Harry had more of a 'bad boy' look with black and red bedspreads while Louis had a more light look to his room with a blue bedspread.

"So I have all this." He said placing the food on the coffee table. "Is that enough?" He asked.

"I'm not a pig!" Asia said smiling. "Yes. That's more than enough. Thanks." She answered.

They sat and ate and talked for hours. Harry told Asia everything about himself including asking Asia what she already knew about him. Looking at her watch Asia realized it was almost 4:00 am in Philadelphia and she was exhausted. She needed sleep.

"I better get going." She said.

"Let me drive you home." Harry said standing to face her.

"No. I'll be okay. I'll call a cab." She said smiling.

"Can I see you again?" He asked.

I prayed you would say that. Asia thought as she smiled.

"Of course. Call me tomorrow. Here's my number." She said handing him a piece of paper.

Taking the paper and making sure all digits were there, Harry smiled.

"I will call you." He said smiling and putting the paper in his jean pockets.

Smiling, Asia walked to the door.

"You better." She said smiling as she walked to the door.

Was she just hit on by Harry Styles?