Curly Cats

Semi-Charmed Life

Chapter 3: Semi-Charmed Life

Bags under my eyes, frizzy hair, callous forming on my right ring finger, and no longer own any white shirts I can wear in public. This is what happens when you work for a very, very busy magazine’s very busy editor. Anastasia had been working my tail off since my 1st day of work at the beginning of July, but August was just around the corner. That means Erin will be here in soon and that also means 2 more months till I meet One Direction! Admittedly I am counting down the days on my 1D calendar… I start my day the same way every morning. Wake up by my Duck Dock, listen to music timed perfectly to when I grab my phone and head out the door, and get Anastasia her scone and coffee at the same Starbucks with basically the same people every day. 

As I watched Kevin, the coffee boy, brew Anastasia’s cup my phone went off. I took it out and there was a text from my slightly overbearing, power-hungry boss.

From: Jabba the Hut

Booked an important meeting with an up-and-coming designer need ticket to Paris ASAP for next flight, get on it.

I internally groaned as I searched through my contacts for the number to British Airways.

“Hello British Airways, how may I be of service today?” A woman answered.

“I need the earliest possible flight you have to Paris with first class seating.” I told her.

“The next flight to Paris with that availibilty is leaving at 12pm today, will that be fine for you?” she asked and heard the clacking of her keyboard.

“That’s perfect, can you put it under Anastasia Twindle please?” I asked whilst also texting Anastasia her flight info.

“Can you please spell it for me?” the clerk woman asked. I stood up and headed towards the door of Starbucks spelling her name.

“Thank you.”I said over the phone after confirming everything and hung up.

As I stuffed my phone in my pocket I felt someone grab my shoulder. Growing up in a city and being taught self-defense you can just assume what I did next. I freaked out. I thrust my elbow back into the guy’s stomach causing the stranger to double over groaning. I turned around to see my attacker. There doubled over was the beanie boy from the coffee shop leaning over holding his stomach and holding out my purse.

“You. Forgot. Your. Purse.” He said in a British accent, breathing through his pain.

“Um, thanks.” I said gingerly taking my bag, “Are you okay?” I asked him. He was still doubled over and even over the past month I had never seen his face.

“Yeah, that was quite a hit.” He said finally standing up. I took in the look of him and my stomach started having a familiar butterfly feeling but I didn’t quite know why…

“I’m Harry by the way.” He said with a smile. That’s when it hit me, his dimples, his green eyes, and the beanie. Then it hit me...

“Harry Styles?” I asked trying to contain the fan-girl in me. “Do you think you can close your eyes and um look away?” I asked him. Despite him giving me a funny look he did and I silently danced behind him.

So I couldn’t keep the fan-girl inside me who can blame me. Unfortunately when I happily dance for some reason I close my eyes… when I opened them Harry was giving me the weirdest look. I felt my cheeks turn red as I smiled completely embarrassed.

“Well that’s certainly a first.” He commented.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m a big fan.” I admitted. Suddenly my phone had to go off before I could continue talking to my hugest crush in the world. I looked at my phone screen as it continued to buzz.