Phone Call. (HARRY STYLES FANFIC)

Chapter 4

I felt my mouth gaping open, then quickly shut it as his eyes fell upon me.

He steadily walked over.

Even though we were the only people about our age in the café, he still sounded unsure when he spoke.

“A-Alicen?”

“Yep,” I said with a grin, “What’s up Harry?” Confidence shone through my voice.

His mouth was now the one hanging open. Why was he the one in shock? I wasn’t the pop star? His eyes darted up and down my body, as I was now standing up to greet him. He continued to stare until I cleared my throat. His eyes quickly finding mine again.

“I didn’t expect you to, well, you, ah…” He couldn’t seem to put the words together, his eyes continuing to roam my figure.

Oh, I got it.

He must have expected me to be some ugly low-life that lives on the computer that he feel’s sorry for, not a slim part time model with long blonde hair that attended the most academic school in London. But what did that matter? I dropped my smile, and replaced it with a smirk. 

“Take a picture,” I said smugly, “It’ll last longer”.

A light blush crept up on his cheeks as he decided to suddenly stare at the floor instead of me.

“I just didn’t think that, well…”

I chose to finish the sentence that was obviously already in his head.

“You thought I’d be ugly? Is that it?”

“No, no! Of course not- well, yeah, actually. Not every girl you accidentally speak to on the phone is a super-model.”

This time it was my turn to blush. I decided to drop the conversation and order a coffee. I was aware that Harry’s eyes were glued to my ass as I cat-walked to the cash register, but decided to ignore it.

“Coffee?” I asked, turning to face him across the room smiling.

“I’ll have a cappuccino thanks babe,” he said, winking at me. I just rolled my eyes as I placed our order. Once the drinks were done, I slid down into the booth, sipping steadily on my scorching hot Chai-Latte.

 I guess I was about to meet the flirtatious side of Harry Styles.

“So,” he said, turning up his charm, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Is that seriously the first question you’re going to ask me?” I said, one of my eyebrows raised. I didn’t think he’d realised yet that I wasn’t one of those girls who’d just drop at a boy’s feet. Yeah, I liked dressing up and looking good, but that was really for my own self-esteem, not trying to impress anyone. Even if it was Harry Styles...

A look of shock flushed across his face, but was quickly replaced with contentment, like he could relax around me instead of keeping up his flirtatious façade. He smiled and changed the subject.

“So, what grade are you in?”

“I’m graduating in 2 months,” I said, slight relief in my voice. I honestly couldn’t wait for school to be over.

“Ah… are you going to College?” He asked with sincerity in his voice.

“Of course,” I replied, laughing lightly; “I want to study journalism, but my passion is really in modelling,” I continued shyly, looking down at my fingers that fumbled with the hem of my dress.

“I’m sure I could help you with that,” he said, a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. “The modelling, of course,” he added looking down at his hands. My tinkling laugh filled the air, it was cute how he got embarrassed so easily.