Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

chapter 6- texts and plans

Chapter 6!! Please comment and tell me your feedback! Sorry it's still going a little slow, but I dont want to rush things between them! I will be updated this fanfic every Monday and Friday, and sometimes even wednsdays if i have time. Thanks again! Ily -zahra

Dilara POV

Many would think I'm just a lucky fan, but to be honest, I think it happened for a reason that I had met Harry. I believed in that philosophy and thought it was completely true. If I wouldn't have been at the café about two weeks ago, Harry would have just came and left and no one would've give a damn, but I was there and I made him feel welcomed. So he came back. I still hadn't gotten a picture or an autograph from him, but I didn't need to because he gave me something more. He had trust in me and I figured that out when he gave me his number.

It was so surreal how all this was happening, and to me, the not so lucky Muslim girl, but they were and it surprised me. Harry had came a third time and brought Niall to our café, which I guess was sort of expected because Niall was known look for a place to eat.

I noticed a couple things when they had come. Harry was even more open then before and put his hand on mine in comfort, which put a shock through my whole body, but didn't remove my hand so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. Another thing was how relaxed they both were. People would always say that they were just normal lads and I couldn't believe that millionaire boy band members could be so until I witnessed it myself. It was wonderful, really and I just took the few moments I had and enjoyed it, feeling blessed.

The thing that made my life to be honest was when Harry asked my number. That almost made my jaw almost hit the floor. I could tell they were both amused at my shocked face as I tried to conceal it but it didn't work, I'm sure of it. I knew he didn't mean it in a weird way because I was a fan after all, but it warms my heart every time I think about it, how he actually trusts me with it. They both even gave me the two best hugs I could probably ever had felt. Their warm embrace and strong, well scented cologne made me feel as though I was dreaming, but I wasn't. It was real and that's what threw me off every time. When I let go, however I noticed Justin staring at me with a strange face. I quickly got scared of what he may be thinking and looked around making sure my dad might not have come. I brushed off that thought though and let in thoughts of how amazing that day was. A dream of mine became a reality in matter of days and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. I didn't care what Justin was thinking and I didn't care to ask him either.

That's what my weekend consisted of, re-establishing the thoughts of last Friday and taking up my brain with boy band members.

It was now Monday and it's been 3 days since I've spoken with either of them. I didn't want to call or text Harry so I wouldn't be annoying, but it was honestly eating my head. I wish he would call, but I doubt he would, maybe he even met another fan and completely lost thought of my existence. I really hope not. But it was honestly killing me.

Today I took the day off and thought about catching up on my homework and preparing for tomorrow's classes. My parents were at work as usual and so I tried hard to get thoughts of two boys I cared so deeply about and get focused on my work. Before I knew it it's almost sundown and I'd been studying for a good 3 hours. I take a break and go downstairs but before I leave the teal-blued walls of my room, my phone rung twice as a notification. I didn't know if it was either twitter notifications or a text message, but I prayed it would be a text.

Hey love! Before I could take in who it was it said "e" for Edward, his middle name. I named that as his caller ID so just incase my dad checked my phone, I would make sure he wouldn't know and get upset at the idea of me talking to a random stranger. Or it was a stranger to my dad. I would tell my mother soon though because I never liked the idea of keeping a secret. I learned not to keep those every time I watch an episode of Pretty Little Liars.