fame // h.s and s.g

chapter one.

AVA'S POV.

"Thank you! Come again." I say to the last customer. He nods and walks out the door, the bell ringing. I exhale deeply and walk to the sink and start cleaning dishes. I start singing to myself.

"Life's, a tangled web, of cell phone calls and hashtag I don't knows. And you, your so caught up, in all the blinking lights and dial tones. I mean I'm a bit of a victim in the worldwide system too! But I found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you." I put the dishes into the underneath cabinets.

"I like the summer rain, I like the sounds you make, we put the world away! We get so disconnected." I turn to put the rest of the plates away.

I gasp and drop the plates. There's a guy sitting there that looks about my age, tattooed and brown curls pushed back. He has piercing emerald eyes, and plump pink lips.

"Oh, I- uhm, yeah.." I bend down and start picking up the pieces. Mentally smacking myself in the head, why did I embarrass myself and drop these?

"You have a beautiful voice." I hear a British accent echo through the empty bar.

He walks over behind the bar and squats to help me pick up the broken plates. I look up at him and he smiles, with that perfect smile.

I chuckle. "Thanks, I'm not that good though."

"Yes you are! I was sitting there. I heard you. I sing too."

"You do?" I ask him. He doesn't look like much of a singer.

"Yeah!"

"That's awesome. I don't know of too many singers from around here. Do you live close?" I ask.

"Yeah actually, just up the road." We both stand up with shards of glass in our hands.

"Oh! I've never seen you come by here before." I'm trying to remember if I've ever seen him...

"I haven't seen you either. I would definitely remember you." He smiles.

I chuckle. I'm suddenly so giddy.

"Can I have a pen and paper quick?" He asks. What would he need that for?

"Uh sure..." I walk over and grab my memo pad and pencil.

"Here." I hand it over to him.

He squiggles down some things I can't see but then he hands the paper to me.

"Here's my number. Wanna write yours too, for me?"

"Yeah, sure. By the way I'm Ava. Ava Brooks."

"Harry Styles." He smiles.

"I'll definitely call you." Returning the gesture.

"Good." He winks. My cheeks feel like their getting hotter and hotter the longer he looks at me. I probably look like a mess!

He walks out of the bar. Leaving me breathless.

I grin to myself for another half an hour, until it's time for me to go home from work.

I don't know what it was about him that made me feel so happy inside. The way he talked, the way he complimented me, his smile, everything.

Oh what am I saying. He's probably not even going to call me anyways.

- a/n sorry it was short! thanks for reading if you are. -