We've met [h.s]

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- Harry -

"What do you mean, 'You won't?' of course I will."

She slowly shook her head. "You won't, can't you see?" I thought for a minute. "What are you talking about, Cait?"

"First of all, you don't even know my first fucking name!" She shouted while throwing her arms in the air.

Her name isn't Cait? "No my name isn't Cait. It's Caitlyn." Oh, that made sense. But then again, her friend said it too so why couldn't I?

"Second, you've got millions of fans! And that's probably just in fucking America!" All the boys have left the room, without me even noticing.

"So? So I can't love anyone?"

"You don't love me." She screamed. "You don't know that," I said.

"You fucking don't love me!" Caitlyn yelled all that's left, out of her lungs. I take a step back looking at her.

She also took a step back, her eyes tired and full of confusion, just before running out of the room without looking back.

Her eyes were still the same. Tired as always.

- Caitlyn -

Harry told me that he loved me. I felt dizzy, on the edge of passing out. He couldn't even love me. You can't love someone you never truly have never met. He never even knew my name, until today.

I kept running through halls. Security guys were looking confused after me. I didn't hear them. There was only one voice in my head. Harry's.

"I love you!"

I ran until I finally saw a door. Quickly, I opened the door and closed it behind me. I clicked the lamp on. Great, janitors room. Fucking Styles. All this time I fangirled on Twitter, hoping I will ever meet him. But meanwhile, Harry never forgot me. Couldn't he just reach me somehow? He's famous. He could get everything he wants, and everyone! Yet he tells me he loves me at a meet&greet.

Maybe he was just playing. I'm not gonna let him mess with my head, no way.

-

"Mo., I'm home!" A women in a white beach dress came down the stairs. "Hey girl! Is Stella already home?" She looked confused, normally she always comes home with me. "Shit Stella!" I reached for my for my phone.

"Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick it up!" My phone kept ringing.

"Fuck you Cait!" Shit. "I'm so sorry Stella! I shouldn't have left you although you kinda left me but that doesn't matter. Where are you?" I heard Stella sighing on the other side of the line. "I'm fine, I'm home. Liam called me a taxi after you and Harry were acting all weird. What even was that?"

"Er.. I will- er.. tell you later, bye." I quickly hung up the phone. If I'd tell her, she'd freak out.

Yesterday I was just the same depressed Caitlyn as I always was. But now I knew Harry knew me, Harry Styles. He was famous but at the same time he's just Harry from school. I missed being on school with Harry. I get why he quit school, everyone would if they would only have the opportunity. But I missed seeing him. Even though i thought he never saw me, but apparently I was wrong.

"You okay, honey?" My mom layed her hand on my shoulder, behind me. I automatically nodded.

"How was the concert tell me all of it!" She almost dragged me to the couch. "It was amazing." I smiled at the thought of how Stella and I screamed till our voices got rough. "And what about the meeting? Were they hot? How hot was Harry?" You could say I've got a cool mom, but it's not always nice, some boys look at my mom before looking at me. But I loved her.

I blinked a few times at the mentioning of Harry. Should I tell her? I decided against it. "He was really hot."

So was his D!

My fangirl-mind screams. My eyes go wide and I have to hold myself from not breaking into giggles. I have to admit, it was a little bit weird, but come on! It's still Harry Styles we're talking about! I certainly didn't mind.

"I'm going upstairs. Good night, mom." I pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Night, honey. Don't forget your brother has got a friend over the night! " She smiled at me. I nod.

I open the door of my room before screaming. "Benjamin get the fuck out my room!" A smirk played on my 14 year old brother's lips. "Fuck off!" He didn't move, he just laughs at me. "No need to get all pissy siss! I just wanted a tampon." My eyes grew wide and I had to hold myself from attacking him. "Go look in your girlfriends room, maybe she has got some old condoms too. Because she's a whore!"

I can't tell if he's mad or ashamed. Probably both because I'm right. He walks out of my room, pretty mad. "Point Caitlyn!" I throw my hands in the air.

After cleaning up the mess my brother made I made myself ready for bed, I brushed my teeth and jumped in my shorts and a tee. I slipped into my bed, turning a few times before I fell asleep.

-

I snapped my head up. Someone knocked on my window I swear to god. Without making much noise, I walk to my window, pushing away the fabric in front of it. "Fuck." I hissed. What in the world is he doing here and how did he even come here.

I open the balcony door. "Harry?" I whisper-yelled. "What are you doing here? It's fucking.." I snapped to the clock, only to get even more angry. "4 in the morning? Harry!"

Harry grinned. "No need to get all pissy, Cait." Of course, he's the same as my brother, ugh. "I just wanted to come over." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure Harry, at 4 in the morning. My fangirl side is screaming I need to fuck you right here right now. But guess what, in reality you're kind off annoying so I don't know what you're doing here but-"

"Okay! Fine, I just wanted to get to know you." I rolled my eyes again. "I mean, come on, you were staring the shit out of me back in school, we could at least get to know each other." I pressed my finger against his lips to shush him, telling him it's 4 am for fucks sake.

"How did you even got my adress?"

"Not gonna tell you! Just let me in come on." I sighed, giving in anyway. "Thanks, Cait." I swatted him. "Stop calling me Cait!" He chuckled and I  couldn't help but smile.

He pushed his shoes off and sat down on my bed. "Cute room you've got." He FINALLY whispered. I mumbled a thanks.

He patted the bed next to him. "Tell me about yourself." I sat down next to him against the wall, hugging my knees. "Well, what's there to tell?" He shrugs. "Family, friends, virgin-" I swatted him again. "No I'm not virgin, I'm 19, not that age matters tho." He smirked. "I'm 20 you know."

"Don't get ideas." He laughed, his head falling back and his veins getting visible. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful sight of him laughing and I definitely couldn't help the smile creeping up my face. "But I think you do, too." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Fuck off." I rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm so fucking tired and then you appear at my balcony like some kind of Romeo." My eyes felt heavy and my head hurt from the long ass day. I closed my eyes just to make my eyes and head feel better, even if it was dark.

I felt him laying both of us down, pulling the blankets on top of us, him pulling me into his chest and his arms never leaving my body.