Hello, everyone!
This is my new story!
It's my first fan-fic, so let me know what you think of it!!
Here is the first chapter!!!
Enjoy!
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"Anna! Go take these drinks around!" My mother called to me from the other side of the large kitchen.
"Okay I'm coming!" I yelled back as I untied the apron, and straightened my black shirt and made sure that my white pants weren't dirty.
I walked over and picked up the tray of tall glasses, balancing it in my hand, and walked out into the glittering lights of my father's charity ball.
I slipped through the crowded hall, stopping occasionally as people grabbed glasses off of my tray.
I entered the the ballroom of the expensive hotel that my father had rented for the night, and began to walk around.
After I handed out most of the drinks I started to make my way back to the kitchen, to grab another tray of drinks.
I rushed through the crowd of people and glanced at the clock on the wall to my left.
Suddenly someone crashed into me, knocking me over, and causing the tray, with three drinks still on it, to crash down on top of us.
"Oh my goodness! I-I am s-so sorry!" I stuttered, as we both stood up.
"It's alright, love," He said with a thick british accent. "It was my fault."
I looked up into his green eyes and gasped.
"Y-you're- you're-"
"Hello, I'm Harry, what's your name?" He interrupted.
OH MY GOD!!! I JUST SPILLED A TRAY OF DRINKS ON HARRY STYLES!!!! OH NO THIS IS NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD!!
I just stood there staring at him with wide eyes.
"Are you alright, love?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Y-yeah," I said, breaking out of the trance. "I'm Anna"
He smiled, and said, "I'm sorry for running into you, Anna."
"It wasn't your fault, I should have been watching where I was going." I tried to explain, but he just shook his head.
Then I noticed what he was wearing. He had on tan pants with a white shirt and a dark blue blazer over it. There was a dark stain on the side of his blazer where I had spilled the drinks when we fell.
"Here, follow me, I can get your jacket cleaned for you." I said, and started walking toward the kitchen.
After a few steps, I looked behind me to make sure he was following.
He smiled at me and I quickly turned back around to hide the blush that was creeping onto my face.
When we reached the kitchen, I walked over to my mother, who was boiling something on the stove, and explained the situation.
"Let me see your jacket." She said to Harry, and he pulled off his jacket and politely handed it to her.
She called another worker over to take her place at the stove, and walked over to the sink to clean his jacket.
"So, Anna, do you work here?" Harry asked me.
"Well, kind of," I answered. "My mom owns this catering business, and one of her workers was going to be late, so I had to help for the beginning of the party."
