Just One Thing (A One Direction/Logan Lerman Fan-Fic)

A Chat With Styles

I'm coming down with the One Direction Infection! I'm SO EXCITED!!!!! Maybe I should rename myself Ms. Styles Payne Malik Tomlinson Horan! =D

And to all readers! I love you all for putting up with this shit crazy way of describing One Direction! =P

*Tasha's POV*

I, a complete stranger to Harry Styles and the rest of One Direction, was now concerned greatly about him and needed some good answers. And what's more, I was sitting next to him, staring at his face, feeling as blank as a sheet of cheap quality paper.

Gosh. Talk about desperate.

Something bad must've happened to Styles. From the little knowledge I had about the members in One Direction, I don't think he could just forget to meet his fans. I would ask the rest of the band later for more information. My impression of Harry Styles was funny, hot and perverted. Oh yeah, and single. 

I gazed right into Styles' eyes and I tried to make out what he was thinking about. My curiosity must have been showing as clear as crystal because his gaze hardened and was soon somewhere else. Shit, I must have annoyed him and made him completely uncomfortable about me.

                                           "I'm sorry. I was just trying to figure out what you were thinking about. I know it isn't any of my business, considering that I'm a complete stranger to you.I won't do that if you find it annoying." I said pathetically. Mentally, I was throwing myself on some really pokey objects. 

Wow, I thought right after. Where did I get this astonishingly desperate urge to get into Harry Styles' good books? This thought was replaced by another as soon as I had finished thinking it. The guy seems in a very annoyed mood. Better not push him to throw a chair at you. Chairs hurt. Quite a lot. 

                     It took me a second to notice that Styles was now looking back at me with a small smile, and another second to realize that I had just voiced my thought.                                

Yeah. The one on chair throwing. 

"Sure. I bet they do.." he said, chuckling softly. 

Me and my big fat mouth.

                 "I'm sorry about not meeting you all when you arrived. What time did you arrive?" he asked slowly. His voice was so deep. It was like quicksand, I was kind of getting sucked into it. It was all warm and accented but at the same time was making me shiver all over. And don't even get me started on that slight swell of an Adam's apple of his. It almost seemed to be shaped like a heart.

"Um, hello?" I saw a hand being waved hesitantly in front of my face.

Oh my god you zoning out moron!!! I thought. I shook my head quickly.

                         "Sorry! I zoned out. We came like an hour ago. I'm sorry I barged right out here and forced you to talk. And sorry, I'm apologizing way to much. Sorry!" I blurted without taking a moment's time to think. I froze, my mind now whizzing so fast that I was sure that Styles could hear the rusted cogs creaking as they spun. He's going to think I'm a potential idiot. I glanced small-ly at him, my full-sleeved hands now covering all of my face except my eyes to hide the humiliation that was  feeling rather prominent on my cheeks. To my surpise, he smiled shyly. His pink lips parted slightly and I could see a strip of white teeth inbetween. A little away from the sides of his lips two very easily noticeable and very deep and strangely adorable dimples etched themselves into his skin.