Serendipity [Harry Styles fanfic]

Serendipity

"What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet."

Neon. Absolutely one of the worst colors invented to wear yet here I was, in a small boutique in Los Angeles, standing in front of a whole plethora of this obnoxious color deciding what would look the least horrible; and also draw the least bit of attention to myself. Kind of pointless though, after all, it IS neon. Not that I’m insecure. Sure I’m a bit self-conscious, but I have some sense of self-esteem and learned to love my very petite stature. Boobs? Non-existent. This mostly weighed heavily on my mind, they seemed to be a big deal to have & just nice to look at in a non-lesbian way. Oh, and my butt? Somewhat there but basically hidden by large sweaters or drowned out by my jeans. I loved that my metabolism worked quickly and always remained skinny. I used to hate it, but have come to terms to love my body; it’s not going to change anytime soon.

Anyways, the fact that I even agreed to go to this party is beyond me. Sure, I loved a good party here and there but when I know this is a set up for a bad time, I’d rather stay as far away as possible. I was never into pot or ever even came close to smoking, beer made my stomach twist, and being around so many new people made my social anxiety skyrocket. Yet again, my best friend Sophia can add this victory of dragging me along to her list of ways that she has annoyed me. She recently got into a party girl craze, and while I pass little judgment towards her, I couldn’t blame her. She didn’t have a horrible home life, but it was enough to stress her atop her worries about school. She was my best friend, practically my sister, and if joining her to this party made her happy, I would go in a heartbeat.

Ultimately, I decided on a neon blue body suit to pair with a cute red skater skirt. Typically not my outfit of choice but fit enough to wear to a party and possibly impress a few future suitors. I wasn’t on a manhunt for a boyfriend, but a little attention here and there is good for the soul. I skimmed along a few of the racks inside the small store when a small commotion outside caught my attention. Usually I just pass it as normal LA behavior: loud, bustling streets filled with various personalities and few celebrity sightings. Exciting, yes but nothing for me to scream and jump around for. Teenage girls, and even some middle-aged women skidded by first, and then paparazzi followed with their expensive cameras flashing wildly. It was blinding and I turned away as soon as the glares from the flash clouded my vision.

I made my way to the register and paid for my things. I couldn’t believe I spent my hard earned money on a neon body suit. What has my non-existent social life come to? As I stepped afoot into the cool weather, I checked my surroundings. Calm? Something didn’t seem right, but I shrugged it off and set my way towards a busy intersection. Oh LA traffic, you never fail to annoy me. I parked my Honda in a parking structure in the heart of the city, which attracted the most cars and tourists. It was only down the street and would be in the safe confines of my cute car soon. Leisurely strolling down the street while listening to my phone play music on shuffle, taking interest in the outfits set up on display in the windows of various other clothing stores, I was set at a halt when the cameras returned and screaming girls filled my ears. What is going on? In a mere two minutes, my hope of that small commotion earlier being far away dwindled. The crowd seemed to grow larger and I was not about to be elbowed in the head if I even attempted to get through it. I tried to go around the crowd and walked along the curb, almost to the end of the street.

“Ayyy! Watch it!” was all I heard before I went tumbling down, scraping my knee, and my long brown hair to be stepped on by three different pairs of feet. My phone also flew and the screen shattered only a few feet away from me. My purse and new clothing I just bought fell into the street and spread along the asphalt. Anytime I attempted to get back on my feet to collect my things I was knocked over again. Will this torture ever end? I guess it was “See How Many Times Camilla Can Be Embarrassed Day”, what joy.

Just as I had given up and prepared myself for whatever blow was next, I felt a strong hand wrap around my side and haul me up to my feet. Their grip never faltered, this person must be very strong I thought to myself. They didn’t feel overly muscular, but I could still sense some tone and definition. This is definitely a guy. Hopefully he’s cute I thought, as I mentally crossed my fingers.

“Wait! My things!” I said a bit too quickly as I lifted my eyes to finally view my savior. Sparkly green eyes stared into my brown ones as we locked eyes. It all felt like a rush; a quick moment in time that nearly took my breath away and made my heartbeat accelerate. He wasn’t just cute, he was almost beautiful. Yes, a weird way to describe a guy, but it only suits him. I also recognized him, I knew he was famous but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where I knew him. I was never one to get awkwardly star struck by celebrities, but this was one exception. I couldn’t form a sentence as he bent down to collect my possessions while trying to avoid getting mauled by the screaming fans. I almost forgot they were here as they were held back by several bodyguards, the energy in this small circle was a bit suffocating.

“You okay there, love?” He questioned as I finally regained my composure and gathered my belongings from his large hands. He had a beautiful deep accent that I instantly fell in love with. I could probably listen to him talk for hours about absolutely nothing. We made eye contact yet again and I melted inside. Who was this man and why am I being so immensely affected by just his presence, let alone a simple question?

“I’m fine, thank you for your help. Clumsy me got knocked over like a rag doll, I should really get to doing some push-ups don’t you think?” I quickly said as I flexed my non-existent arm muscle. I hated to babble a bit, almost as much as my failed attempt at humor. It was worth a shot though. If there’s one thing I did know when it came to guys, they could always appreciate a girl with a sense of humor who could laugh at herself.

He chuckled and grinned at me while running his fingers through his wild curly locks. Whoever this famous boy was, I could definitely tell he was a heartthrob to millions of girls. “Nah, you actually got some potential there. Ever think of joining boxing? You seem like you’d knock over a six-footer almost instantly with those guns.” Okay if I wasn’t already swooning before, this was definitely another reason for me to start falling even more. Quick, humorous comebacks from guys are easily a trait that I love them to have. “The names Harry by the way. Do you need a lift somewhere? It’s the least we could do since you were nearly trampled.” The name rang a bell somewhere in my head but i brushed that question off for later. I weighed out his offer as he continued to search my face. I couldn’t stand the screams, the camera flashes, or even the sound of the traffic anymore so it was an easy decision. I nodded my head and walked with him towards a large black van.

We sped off down the intersection and a sense of relief washed over me as I let out a long sigh and slumped down in my seat. What a day, although it was barely 2 pm. “So where to, love?” I snapped my head up in his direction as we zoomed past the parking structure where my car is located. “Well, since we just drove past it, I should be asking you that.” I pointed towards the lot and giggled as it left our vision. He quickly realized what I meant and smiled widely which only made me smile even bigger.

“Hungry?”

“Staaaaarving actually.”

So i finally got the guts to actually publish a fan fic on here. Hope someone enjoys. :)