Me, Myself, and Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Just to clarify, I was not happy to be at this concert.

"God, why do you love them so much?" I said to my friend, Julia. She looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Be thankful we got tickets." she lamented, rolling her eyes. One Direction wasn't really my thing, and my ear drums could barely stand the screaming of hormonal fans.

" I don't even like them."

"Shut up!" she yelled. I was about to snap back at her. But, Harry Styles ran on stage.

"Oh my God! Look at him! He is so gorgeous!" Julia exclaimed, hitting me profusely and repeatedly on the arm. Did I mention that we had front row seats? Whatever, doesn't make a difference. Besides the sweat sprinkled on us every now and then.  

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"The story of my life!" Harry finished the last song of the night.

" Liz! Harry was looking right at you!" Julia screeched.

"I probably had confetti on my face from the finale." I muttered. "Let's get back to the car. Before the parking lot is filled with estrogen." I said, grabbing Julia's hand. I've read some fanfiction, and my life wasn't going to include Harry Styles.

We walked out to my mini cooper. I got to the drivers side and grabbed the door handle. I pulled a few times but the door was locked. "Julia, I'm going back to our seats. I think I left my keys there." I walked by a bazillion security guards explaining my situation. I swear, they all thought that I had a bomb in my back pocket. I got to our area and there was a certain curly-haired boy holding my keys in one hand and coffee in the other. He had the hugest grin plastered on his face. I reached for them but he pulled back with a confused expression on his face. I stand corrected about the fanfic thing.

"Aren't you going to freak out or something?" he asked in a deep British accent.

"Okay," I paused for a second, gathering myself,"Oh...my...One Direction! You're Harry Styles! Can I get a picture and maybe a hair off of your head?" I sarcastically said. He took a sip of his coffee, still smirking. 

I walked up to the stupid boy, grabbed my keys, and walked away. He followed me, asking questions the whole time.

"What's your name, dear?" was the first one. I put on my sunglasses and kept walking.

When he realized that I was trying to ignore him, he stood in front of me, blocking the nearest exit.

"Okay, what do you want?" I yelled in his face. He smiled, knowing that he had me cornered.

"I want to know who you are, because you... interest me." I glared at him. He took a sip of his coffee and smirked. 

"Fine! My name is Elizabeth, I'm 18, and the only reason I came to your concert is because my friend wanted me to!" I yelled. He looked hurt. Of course, I felt guilty. It didn't help that he gave me a wounded look. "Sorry for being rude and yelling. I didn't mean to." he still looked like a sad puppy. "What else do I need in order for a proper apology to make Harry Styles happy?" I asked. He slowly started to smile.

"Go out on a date with me!" he said. I could practically see a light bulb light over his head. "I will pick you up at five tomorrow. You can text me your address!" and with those last words he shoved a piece of paper in my hands and walked away. I bet he carried slips with his phone number around all the time.