Brianna's POV
Taking out my phone, I quickly tapped my twitter app and started typing.
‘OMG! Harry Styles is at the restaurant I’m at, and he just looked at me and smiled…*dead*’
I pressed send and decided to check my timeline. There were lots of tweets to Harry, who, once I checked, had just tweeted about twenty minutes ago. I chuckled at the people who were spamming him asking for a follow, when he obviously didn’t even have his phone out. I kept scrolling through my tweets, tagging some with a favorite or retweet. Then I was interrupted by Kirsten kicking me from under the table.
“Ow! What was that for?!” I asked sharply, while rubbing my leg where she had kicked me. I looked up to see her nodding her head towards something behind me, and rolled my eyes, turning around to see Harry standing next to a table Zayn was sitting at. My heart skipped a beat again, mostly because he was in full view now. No one was blocking my line of sight. He was wearing some skinny ripped jeans with a white t-shirt on. He looked gorgeous.
“He was looking at you again, you know,” I heard Kirsten say; snapping me out of my thoughts and making me turn back to her. I chuckled.
“No he wasn’t…” I responded.
She shrugged and took out her phone to answer a text. A few minutes later, our food arrived, and we were all relieved to get off our phones and eat. I don’t know about my friends, but I was starving, and I dug in right away.
“Did you guys order for me before I came?” I asked while taking a few fries, dipping them into the ketchup, and popping them into my mouth. Karissa nodded then looked behind me and giggled. I quickly turned around along with Kirsten. Harry looked like he had his head in his hands and Zayn was talking to him, laughing a bit.
“Wonder what’s wrong with him,” Kirsten stated.
Suddenly Zayn looked at all of us, and we just froze. He smirked and said something to Harry, who then proceeded to stand up and shake out his hair. I let out a little squeak. How did he not know how much he was killing me when he did that? Harry then turned around towards us and we all quickly turned back to our food giggling.
“He’s not coming this way is he?” I asked anxiously.
Karissa secretly turned her eyes up above my shoulder, then let out a little chuckle.
“Yes, actually he is,” she said before taking a giant bite of her burger. I let out a nervous giggle.
“He might just be going to the bar or something, you never know,” stated Kirsten who then proceeded to wipe off her hands with her napkin and check her phone.
I sighed and took a few more fries and put them in my mouth, only to feel a tap on my shoulder. I froze and looked at Karissa, who was looking down, her face red as a tomato. I gave her an anxious look, but she just kept looking down. Finally, I slowly turned around, and what I saw nearly gave me a heart attack. In front of me was a guy wearing a white shirt. I willed myself to look up at his face, and I immediately smiled at him widely. There were a few pauses before he spoke.
“H..hi,” said Harry. “I’m uh…Harry Styles.”
“I know who you are,” I giggled while putting down the fries I had in my now shaking hands.
Amazingly, he blushed and smiled a little. It seemed like he was staring right into my eyes, staring into my soul. His green eyes were so bright, even brighter in person.
“Aha, oh…well I was just wondering if...you wanted to join me at the bar over there or something?” he asked me, sounding a little nervous, putting his hands in his pockets after shaking his hair out as he had done before. My breath caught in the back of my throat, and it took me a few moments to process what he said.
