Snowflake (Harry styles)

Chapter 1

"Blair." I hear my name called out as I walk up to get my coffee cup from the barista. The usual triple non fat mocha latte. I sit back down and open my laptop to finish up my blog. I'm homeschooled and it's my senior year of high school so i have a lot more time to blog than most other high schoolers do. My phone starts to ring as I pull it out of my pocket. It's Janice. Janice has been my friend ever since we were born it seems like. Our parents are bestfriends so you can kinda see where that comes from.

"Hey j , what's up!" I say as I answer the phone.

"Okay so you know that coffee shop that you like always go to... Well someone just spotted Harry styles go in there and I wanted to see if you were there!" She says almost too fast for me to understand.

I look around and it doesn't seem like anyone new has come in, "no ones in here j. Besides, why should I care if Harry styles came here? He's just a self absorbed arrogant famous douche bag." I say probably a little too loud as I look up and people are staring at me.

"Because he's only one of the hottest most famous guys out there!" She says screaming at me, "if you see him and don't get me his autograph I'm going to be SO mad at you."

"Hahaha okay Janice. I'll keep a look out." I say hanging up the phone. I slip my phone back I to my pocket and go typing away.

I finish my blog then stand up to throw my now chilled coffee away. I walk back over to my table and stuff my things into my bag and head out the door when I see some curly hair peeking out of a jacket in the corner. I slip my good over my head and look over again to find this boy staring at me. His emerald green eyes sparkling in the light while he shows his teethy smile. I look down to see he's reading a blog. My blog. As I realize this I drop my bag and almost faint. When he sees this he gets up and comes to help me pick it up.

"Hey are you alright? You just kind of passed out there." He says sticking his hand put expecting me to grab it.

"I'm fine." I say slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Okay.. Well... Good." He says. "Come here often?" He says giving me that crooked smile.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I say getting ready to walk out the door when he hands me a sheet of paper with a number on it. I look up while he mouths 'call me'.

"Rather not." I say giving him his sheet of paper back and opening the glass door. I walk out into the cold winter air and see some carolers a few doors down. Oh how I love Christmas. I start to head down to my parents condo and I pass the pretty decorated windows.

As soon as I turn the corner I see something that makes me want to run. But I can't. My feet are glued to the ground.