Something Beautiful

Meeting Him

Hey! :)

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I step through the sliding doors of the airport. I glance from my phone to my path. Terminal three, it says, in fifteen minutes her plane will be unboarding.

The airport fills with people as another plane of people litter the lounge. I take a seat on a bench on the opposite side of the bathrooms. Men in business suits on their way to do career worthy things pass by with black suitcases. A small group of stewards or flight attendants pass whispering about who had the worst passengers.

I open the Twitter app to pass the time. Harry Styles is yet again missing. Well, I guess not missing,  if he's anywhere it's LA. Why don't people just wait outside LAX? I'm sure he'll turn up there. I roll my eyes at my hatred for the very small city that seems to hold a certain mutual hate for me.

Five more minutes and then hopefully I can get a drink with my friend. Cassie is finally twenty-one and she can finally drink legally in all fifty states.

In the time that it takes me to look up from my phone to the exit gate my eyes catch a glimpse of a lightly guarded, curly haired, brunette from Cheshire, England.

It takes a while for me to respond to my realization. Harry? Immediately my breathing picks up. Harry Styles is ten feet away from me walking into a public restroom!

I'm pretty sure that if it weren't for my immobility, awkward tendencies, and complete astonishment I would have waved or said hi. But, what? I'm pretty sure I'm still staring at the men's restroom so I look back at my phone and up again.

A lady from his group comes to sit next to me on the bench and both of his security guards sit on the other side. I'm sitting amongst his entourage. I'm in a Harry Styles' entourage sandwich!

When I look up at the woman she does the weird smile thing people do to be polite. I politely smile back to her, as shaky as it is.

I'm trying so hard not to be weird and psycho that I don't notice when he comes from the bathroom. Well, that's a lie. I did notice my head just never left it's position.  My eyes, however, are looking right at him. Black jeans, white t-shirt, blue flannel, boots, and a black bag in his hand. He walks toward us chewing a piece of gum and sits next to the lady.

"What are we waiting for Lena?" He asks her in a hushed tone. His voice. I want so bad to watch him talk. See his very pink lips move slowly. I'm inches away from him and I'm not saying anything. Nothing at all. I'm not even looking at him.

Well, I'm looking at my lock screen, which is him. Which he can probably see. I immediately close my phone and sit it next to me. I automatically look at him.

"Bags and the vans." Her accent is a little stronger than his, years of having it longer, I guess.

He notices me looking and smiles politely too.

"Hello." He smiles with his teeth. "I'm Harry." He reaches his hand across Lena.

"Hi." I try to say but it comes out groggy so I clear my throat. "Hey, I'm Chelsea." I shake his hand and then scan the terminal.

I notice that another plane is landing and I know it's Cassie's.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He glances behind himself and back to me.

"Yeah, my friend."

"What does he look like I'll help you look."

"It's okay, thanks. She's actually right there." I nod in her direction. The heat on my neck from our small exchange is rising in temperature.