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Two

Olivia Allen

Oh my gosh, Liv! Move your feet! Or your face because you probably have some dumb expression. Okay, the least you could do is smile. But don't make it weird! The internal battle continued. I wanted to do something, anything, but wow my body was not responding. Is this literally Harry Styles in front of me? Is this really happening to me? How do you act cute and funny?

"Hi," interrupted my thoughts (and had the potential to prevent me from ever having another thought again). His full lips twisted into that adorable smirk that is kind of a one sided smile. Wait, he's talking to me. Breathe!

"Hey." Is that really all you've got, Liv? Lord, help me. Well at least smile back.

His body guard began digging in a pocket then produced a Sharpie. "Here you go, Harry. Come on. We want to hurry before that crowd catches up once they realize you've stopped."

Oh. It clicked. And I was really embarrassed. "No no no, I'm sorry to keep you! No, I just recognized you and wasn't expecting it and..."

"No, stop apologizing! I'm sorry." He turned to his guard. "I'm the one who stopped and," he lowered his voice but I could still hear, "that was kind of rude." He said it with a smirk. Like he was trying to entertain me more than seriously scold the guard. Not that his guard cared either way.

I continued my pointless rambling. "No," (gee Liv, why don't you say "no" one more time) "I don't want to bother you and..."

"You aren't."

"...and I don't want to make you late somewhere..."

"I have nowhere to be."

"...and I don't want to be annoying..." I really wasn't stopping to listen to him, I just couldn't shut my mouth.

"Please stop talking."

"...and — wait, what?"

"Please stop talking."

"Oh." I should've added something before this ends, considering this was my only chance. I just wasted it and didn't even tell him that I really love One Direction. That I genuinely think they're all really talented and produce great music.

He wasn't talking. Or walking away. So I just said, "Sorry."

He laughed. I mean really laughed. It was cute but wow did my cheeks get red. He has probably had better conversations with kids who stop him and want to film a video of him saying hi. I mean really, you get 30 seconds with this boy and that's how you're going to spend it? Then again, that was probably hypocritical of me because I'm not doing much better.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot. Hi, I'm Harry." He reached his hand out and gave me another perfect smile.

Oh, he wants to shake my hand! Get it together, Liv. I answered his handshake and replied, "Hi, I'm Liv."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. It's short for Olivia. But Liv was the preferable nickname over Olive." He smiled.

"Liv, have we ever met before?"

"I honestly can't recall. What did you say your name was?" This got a big chuckle out of him. Way to go, you're getting your mojo back! "I'm completely kidding. No, I've never met you before. And I am a big fan of the band, by the way." Wow, why did I say that? He probably doesn't care.

"You mean we have never met."

"Huh?"

"You said you have never met me before, but I'm saying I have never met you either, which is equally as important. So we have never met before."