Heres the next chapter xD sorry it's so short!
“Im Harry.” He says as he stretches out his hand. I can’t even breathe. Im sitting in front of THE Harry Styles! I shake his hand, “You’re from that band!” I squeal. He chuckles, “How’d you know im from White Eskimo?” my heart stops as I realize that One Direction doesn’t exsist. I try to keep it cool as I use the legendary line from 17 Again, “You just look, like you’re in a band.” I say dorkishly. He laughs his gorgeous, heart melting laugh. “Im Itzel.” I say. I pull down my sunglasses and his jaw drops. “You’re Itzel from Anchored!” he whisper shouts. I giggle. “yup.” I smile. He looks down and blushes. “umm, can I take a picture with you?” he asks shyly. “Sure!” I jump up, a little too excited. But I couldn’t hold in the fact that THE HARRY STYLES FROM ONE DIRECTION was asking ME to take a picture with HIM. He takes out his phone and puts his arm around me and as he does, I swear I hear Christina Perri’s song, Arms , playing through my head. I grin. “Whats your twitter?” I ask him. He looks around nervous, “uhm.. I don’t have one… but I have an instagram.” I take his instagram and like his picture of us. “Well, Harry, it was nice meeting you. I absolutely love your accent!” I gush. He blushes and I can tell he is a fan. “You wanna hang out some time?” I blurt. He looks up and grins, “you, Itzel Quiroz, wanna hang out with me?” “Sure! Trust when I say I im even more of a commoner than you.” He laughs. “I’ll talk to you later.” I wave as I walk coolly away. I was a couple of seconds from screaming my lungs out.
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