Open Your Eyes \\ Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Emerson's POV

"Harry Styles?" I asked.

What Harry Styles doing here?

I mean it's... Harry Styles.

What does he want?

Harry Styles?

I just... I....

Can't even.

Harry Styles.

Of all people.

"You're gonna have to clean that up!" My boss yelled snapping me out of my daze.

I slowly looked toward my feet and there was a splatter of coffee on the ground.

Harry.

Styles.

Holy mother of fuck.

Wait.

My coffee.

Ugh.

Fuck the World.

"Okay! I'll clean it! He's waiting for you! He's been here for an hour!" My bos- Josh said throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Why is he here?" I said trying to hide my annoyance.

"To get a tattoo! Why else would he be here?" He said.

"Calm your tits, I meant, 'Why is he here?'as in 'Why would he com-"

"A tattoo! That's all! Now hurry up! He's waiting!" He said and motioned for me to follow as he rushed into one of our more private tattoo rooms.

Why the private one?

Well, dah, he's Harry Styles.

Treated like royalty along with the rest of them.

A bunch of shit heads of you ask me.

Treated like gods because they're talented.

"Now, were going to go into this room and you're going to be nice. He's came to get a tattoo, not attitude from some random Londoner" he whispered.

Well, then.

"As long as he's not an asshole, I'll hold back." I crossed my arms.

If he's not going to be nice, neither am I.

Everyone else might be fooled or mesmerised by his good looks.

I mean I'm not immune.

I just know when to bite back.

Hard.

Josh opened the door and in we stepped.

He was looking through a photo album of tattoos.

His brown curls were held up with a navy.... T-shirt?

Oh my god.

It's a T-shirt.

I heard Josh clear his throat and Harry looked up.

I quickly looked away and focused on the ground.

"This is Emerson" Josh declared.

"I'm Harry"

My throat clogged up.

How was it possible for someone to sound so....

So....