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12. A cup of tea

Naomi's POV

(9am on same day, November 11, 2014, Tuesday)

I only have an hour, which is also equal to 60 minutes, which is equivalent to 3600 seconds, to mentally prepare myself on what's to come.

I'm positive that this is nowhere near a date. I mean, it's just normal to have a cup of tea with an internationally renowned superstar on broad daylight, right? And besides, we aren't going anywhere. He said we'll just order room service tea so as to not make a hassle of going outside where hundreds of fans and paparazzis are waiting.

Maybe he's just being courteous, being friendly to the girl who kind of saved his ass for not telling on him back at The London Eye. Yeah, that's obviously what this is about. Quite frankly, date or not, I don't really care as long as he's there, I'll live.

***

I look at my watch and see that it's 9:56am. I really can't take this anymore.

"Phoebe, I'm backing out. Just tell Harry I'm feeling sick or that I'm still asleep or I needed to go back to-" Slap!

"What the hell was that for?" I feel my cheeks reddening now. Fuck, it freakin' hurts. This woman has some serious potential in boxing, I tell ya.

Phoebe gave me her evil smile as if to say, 'Payback's a bitch, bitch.' Oh how I love this woman.

"Girl, take a look at yourself! What the hell are you being so frantic for?"

"Oh, I don't know, girl, I'm just going to have a cup of tea with the one and only Harry Styles, NO FREAKING BIGGIE AT ALL!" I was now shouting. Okay, my breathing's kind of off beat right now. Definitely having a panic attack now.

"Oh shit! Where's your inhaler?" I pointed at my room and she quickly padded herself towards there.

She later emerged with a light gray inhaler and handed it down to me swiftly. I took two puffs and thankfully, the heavy breathing quickly subsided.

"Fuck, Naomi. I think I'm gonna be the one using that once you encounter a panic attack again." I shrugged nonchalantly. This was a normal thing for me, though. The panic attacks, I mean. I'm way too used to having to carry that inhaler and probably use it 3/4 of the time to even care about what the effect the attacks did to others.

Noah's usually the only one who sees me with these panic (or asthma) attacks and he doesn't seem to be fazed by it anymore because he's so used to it like I am.

"Thanks, Phoebs. I think your slap did the trick." She gave me a quick hug and finally wished me luck with my 'tea-meeting' with Harry Styles.

***

Harry's POV

Standing in front of Naomi's room, I am actually quite excited with this, uh, what would you call this, meeting? This would probably be my first time in having a 'friendly date' with a fan without any consent of management whatsoever.

It feels good to be free and to not follow every word management commands sometimes. I know their decisions and orders are purely for our own good so I don't complain about it that much. That being said, dating a fan will surely blow their minds off. But what the hell, it's my life.

Zayn and Louis went out for a quick shop, or jog, basically I don't care, and therefore we have the suite all to ourselves.

Knocking on her door, I hear footsteps rumbling around on the other side of the door and a few seconds later, a curly haired girl with a white shirt and jeans on appeared in front of me.

Seeing her like this surprises me a bit. I mean, when I saw her back at The London Eye, I think she was wearing a long coat over something that she's wearing underneath, so obviously I'm kind of taken aback at how simple she really is. She absolutely does not have any ounce of makeup on her face. Her black hair just naturally forms waves up to her breasts. And the way her jeans fit her curves, oh my God.

Wait, oh my God. Why am I even thinking this way about her? I can't like her, damn it!

"Well good morning there, milady." I sounded like a complete idiot, mimicking the olden British accent. But seeing her giggle a bit made it known to me that I was doing a good job.

"Good morning, milord." She retorted, with the matching British accent and curtsey with her non-existent skirt. I smiled a little and offered her my arm as we walk back to my suite.

We called for room service tea, which was surprisingly tasty and obviously not your average tea. We sat at our hotel room balcony and took in the beautiful view in front of us.

Comfortable silence envelops us in this moment. I took a glance at her and I was rewarded with a heartwarming smile not addressed to me, but towards the sight in front of us.

Later on we just talked about infinitely random things and we laughed so hard that I think the occupants below our floor are getting irritated with the sound. I have to be honest, I'm one of those guys who probably won't look at this girl twice. An egoistic guy who only judges a book by its cover. But I think I have to change that approach a bit from now on. This girl is quite something, if I may say. I think I'm quite interested in her at the moment but I'll surely keep these 'feelings' of mine at bay 'cause I unquestionably can not have real feelings for this girl, whatsoever.

I took a look at my watch and was shocked to see the time being already 1 in the afternoon. The boys and I need to be at the arena by 3pm for soundcheck so I have to pack up and get ready.

And as if on queue, Louis and Zayn suddenly appeared at the balcony, with Zayn quietly signalling that we had to talk.

"Naomi let's just continue this next time, okay? Me and the boys need to go and get ready for the show tonight." I informed her.

She nodded and smiled at all three of us. "Thanks for such a lovely tea Harry."

I happen to also see Zayn smirk at me, then kissed Naomi's cheek, as if to taunt me or something. I gave him a death-defying glare and he just shrugged it off and chuckled when he gave her a hug. He mouthed "What?" as if he doesn't know what he was really doing. I mouthed back "Fuck off!" while her back was still facing me.

Lou just gave us both confused looks then went on with his life somewhere in the suite. "See you later, babe." He waved at her while leaving us in the balcony.

"I hope to see you with a very noticeable banner tonight Naomi." I flirted a little bit more to give this a little cherry on top. She blushed and looked down at her feet, quickly nodded then slowly walked out of our hotel room.

I turn to Zayn with angry eyes, still a bit mad at him for doing what he was doing just minutes ago.

"Oh you like her, mate. Just admit it." He teased me. Me? Like her? A bit, maybe, but no way in hell I'll admit that.

"No way, dude. I was just a little bit worried that you were flirting with her to get that money." I managed to lie to him.

He gave me this look. The look that says he knows that I'm lying but I'm gonna stay firm on my ground and lie all the way until these little feelings for her go away.

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