Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

     Chapter 2! Sorry its going a little slow, but I dont want to rush anything! hope you guys enjoy! -z

 Harry styles. Harry from one direction has just walked into our cafe. I honestly don't even know what the heck to do right now. I love him so much and the others too of course, but to have him just walk into our restaurant was crazy. My feet were frozen in place till Camille shook my shoulder.

     “That’s that guy you talk about!” she almost yelled out.

     “Yeah, I know!” I felt numb for a second; it was just too shocking to actually see him. He was wearing his black skinny jeans with a beautiful, red flannel and the buttons were slightly open from the top, revealing sides of his bird tattoos. His silky brown hair pushed back and his magical green eyes taking in the surroundings of the small café.

     "Don't just stand there, go see what he wants to order!" Camille knew my love for them and she was giving me an excited smile, as in to go already. I headed my way out of the kitchen and made my way to where the counter was. He was standing on the other side

    "Hi, would you like to order something?" I asked nervously as I looked up to him.

HARRYS POV 

      As I made my way into a new restaurant that one of the people from our crew had suggested and I noticed the name kabob kafe. It was tiny and in the corner of an un-crowded LA street. There weren’t any paps around which made me thankful. I took the wallet from the side of my car and got out of my 1970 Mercedes and went towards the door of the café. I entered and noticed how cramped the place was but in a good way. It made the atmosphere feel cozier. I saw a menu above the counter and walked towards it to make the words readable. While I was walking a saw a young girl, maybe about my age, coming towards me. She seemed nervous, I could tell, and there was a difference in her. She had a scarf covering all of her hair.  A cardigan covering her petite self and a pair of dark jeans on.

     “Hi would you like to order something?" she asked nervously with a small smile.

     “Yeah can I get a menu?”

     “Sure, take a seat anywhere and I’ll bring you one.” She said and went to grab a menu. I saw a two-chaired table in the corner with a mini vase and flowers in it. I took my seat there and in seconds she brought the menu for me then left. I opened up the menu and decided to go with a grilled kabob wrap. My eyes looked for the young girl, which she noticed and immediately came towards my table.

     “What would you like?” she asked me being a being little calmer then before.

     “I’m gonna go for this one.” I pointed at the menu and she wrote down something on her mini pad.

     “Okay cool.” She said, but before turning around to leave, she asked me one other thing that I was kind of sort of hoping she wouldn’t. “You’re Harry, as in from one direction right?” She said more as a statement rather than a question. I nodded my head and the widest smile took her face and her hazel eyes were filled with joy. I loved that look in fans, they would get so happy realizing who we were. Yep she was definitely a fan. “ Welcome to our restaurant, Harry.” She simply said and walked away, which caught me off guard. I could tell she was massive fan, but the way she was so casual and just left, made me confused. Usually as soon as someone finds out it’s the famous Harry Styles they ask for a picture or a follow on twitter or something. They would take that opportunity, but she welcomed me to this restaurant and that made me pleased. But who knows, she might just ask later, so my hope went down.

DILARA POV

      As soon as I took Harry’s order, I came back in and noticed my parents were back and so I gave them the order and they got to grilling. While I helped take some more orders, our other waiter, Justin, came in from the back door. He was my father’s best friend’s son and would work here part time. He was a nice guy, but I never really talked to him because my father wouldn’t allow that. He greeted all of us, wore his uniform and went out to retrieve more orders. I was keeping an eye on Harry’s food so that when it was complete, I would take it for him. When the wrap was ready, I took it and walked over to Harry’s table. I was an awe of how beautiful he was up close and how was perfect he was, just like the thousands of pictures I’ve seen of his. I slid the plate right in front of him and noticed Justin had already brought his drink. There was one thing I was dying to ask him. It was to take a picture with him, but I knew it might ruin his lunch, so I didn’t just yet. I walked back into the plain kitchen where all the food was being cooked and noticed my parents and Camille were busy. I wanted to bring up how Harry Styles was in our restaurant, I actually wanted to scream and jump in excitement, but my dad wouldn’t tolerate that. I wasn’t aloud to like boys especially if they weren’t from our religion. I gave out a sigh to myself and grabbed the chef’s knife to start cutting up some meat to be cooked.

     After a few minutes, I washed my hands and went out to check up on Harry and a few other customers that had walked in. I went to his table and he gave me smile, which already made my heart flutter. “How’s your food?” I asked, hoping he would be enjoying it.

     “Its delicious, and really different from what I’ve had before.” He said, making me glad he was content our food.”

     “That’s good.” I said and before I was about to leave he called back

     “One other thing,” uh oh, I hope something wasn’t wrong. “ You’re a fan aren’t you?” I was surprised, how did he know? Then a remembered how hesitant I was before, which was how he guessed.

     “Yeah a really big fan.” I wanted to tell him all the things I admired about him, about all 5 of them and hey, this was my only chance, and he may never come back.

     “And I don’t want to bother you while eating, but,”

     “It’s okay, I don’t have any company so continue.” He said with a cute smile.

   “One direction has changed my life in ways I cant even describe, your music, you guys, just everything about you 5 has made me the happ-“ 

     “Dilara” I hear my father calling my name from over the counter, just enough to where I could hear him and I turned to him noticing he needs something. I did realize that I’ve been standing by his table for a couple minutes now, but I was in the middle of pouring my heart out to harry. I had to go so my I turned back to Harry.

     “I’m sorry I have to go help out.” I said with a sigh.

     “Hey, don’t worry about it.” Harry said softly and so I left his table and went to the where my father now was.

     “What are you doing?” my father questioned.

     “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion.

     “Was something wrong with his food, is that why you were there so long?”

     “No, he’s uh..” I was debating whether or not to tell him about one direction and how there’s a damn boy band member sitting in our restaurant, but I decided against it because my father wouldn’t be fond of it, so I shook my head and said,

“He was just complimenting the food, that’s all.” But that wasn’t all, I wish I could just say it to my dad, but something in my mind just knew that he would instead be mad at me and say something like, “pay attention to your school, not a stupid boy band.” So I didn’t say it and he nodded his head and left to the kitchen.

     The café was getting more crowded as it time passed and I was getting busier. Then after about 25 minutes I remembered that I totally forgot about Harry. I quickly washed my hands and hurriedly went out the double doors to notice he was gone. I went to Justin where he was serving tables and I asked, “ Did that guy in the corner leave already?”

      “Yeah he left a couple minutes ago, I haven’t cleared his table yet, though.” He told me.

     “I’ll clean it.” I said then left to clean the plate up. I can’t believe he left. "Dammit" I said to myself. I should’ve just taken the picture and finished telling him what I wanted too, but I didn’t. Of course this would happen to me, the stupid, scarf girl that couldn’t get a picture with Harry styles even though he’s in our own freaking restaurant. My eyes were getting watery as I realized I blew my only chance with my idol. I walked closer to his table and say a receipt lying there with words on the back.

     “Thanks for the food, love, it was outstanding, sorry you couldn’t finish what you were saying, but ill be back for more of these yummy wraps. –harry x.” He left me a note. Harry Styles just left me a note. Oh my gosh. I could feel the biggest smile in world taking up my face. I knew this note was just gestured towards me because I didn’t finish what I had started to say to him. Suddenly I felt like I was on top of the world and nothing could bring me down, at least for today. I looked around making sure no one acknowledged my sudden enthusiastic self. Thankfully there was nobody that did.

     The rest of the day passed normally and we continued to serve our Mediterranean food. We closed the café and I was just so happy at the thought of Harry actually knowing I exist and the chance that he may come back made me even happier.