Snowflake (Harry styles)

Chapter 3

The next day I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. My mom loves to cook.. Except her cooking sucks. I usually just give it to jeffery (my dog) and then go out for breakfast. I hop out of the bed to go wash my face and freshen up before I start the day.

"What do you want to drink darling?" My mom slightly yells to me down the hall.

"Umm, milk I guess." I say as loudly as I can and then I start to hear dinging going on in the background. I turn around to see my computer screen going crazy with notifications from my blog. I am getting WAY more reads than I usually do. I sit down to see I had been mentioned by someone. I click to see who and hope to god it isn't who I think it is, but sure enough it is. The Harry styles had mentioned me in a comment he made to my latest entry. It said: "nice entry, maybe next time we see each other you could act more like this.(;"

"Oh no... Oh no no no no no." I say aloud hopefully not being heard by my mother. At that moment I knew I had to be careful when I walked out of that door today. I heard more dinging coming from my bed and I reach for my phone seeing I have a call from Janice. I answer "hello?"

"WHAT is this I see that Harry styles. The love of my life has mentioned you and claims that he was with you?!" She says in almost one sentence. I don't really understand what's the big deal. He's just some famous guy and he practically kidnapped me, but I was definitely not telling her that. Or the fact he's my neighbor.

"Ummmm I was at that coffee shop you were telling me and dropped my stuff... And, um.. He tried to help and I was rude." I say stuttering trying to switch the story a bit.

"I TOLD you to get me an autograph!!!!" She half yells.

"Sorry, I forgot. Hey I got to go. My mom needs me. Ttyl. Bye." And with that I hang up hoping that she doesn't get mad.

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I walk into the kitchen to quickly feed my dog the retched breakfast and drink my milk. I finish up there, tell my mom that I am going to the bookstore, and walk out the door to see a bouquet of flowers at the doorstep. I pick them up and snatch the little note out of the top to read "meet me at the coffee shop (;" -H

I chunk the flowers into the garbage Ben next to the door and contemplate going.. Should I? Just to see what he wants? Hmm I'll go to the bookstore and then I'll stop by the coffee shop and if he's still there when I get there, then I'll talk to him. If not I guess it's not that important.

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As i walked out of the bookstore with my newly used book in my hand I see the same carolers go by as I did yesterday. It reminds me of what happened and I try to shake it out of my head. He's such a douche I shouldn't even worry. I thought I loved him, but maybe I didn't. I guess I just loved the idea of dating him other than actually him because honestly he's not a very likable person. Not at all. I pass the window I had seen yesterday also, gah I love nyc so much. Eventually I make my way down to the coffee shop and as soon as I walk in I see those curls as he turns around to see me he smiles. I really thought he'd be gone. Dang. He gets up and walks up to me.

"Hi." He says smiling such a teethy smile woah he's cute. No. Blair stop NOW.

"What do you want?" I say seeing his smile fade.

"I just wanted to have another chance to introduce myself properly."

"Yeah because taking a stranger from the streets into your house and then finding out they live a door down from you is the perfect chance to introduce yourself, but no. You wait until now. I don't need you to introduce yourself. I know who you are. Everyone does. You're Harry styles." I say a little to loudly as I look around hoping there are no teenage girls around. There aren't

"Well I'm different than what you think I am and I would love to show you that. I would also love to get to know you because I kind of 'fangirled' when I saw you because I love your blog so much. Just saying." He says motioning me over to sit with him. How long has he been here? I wonder. I honestly don't care though. "Let's get this over with." I say as I roll my eyes and Harry just starts talking about why he's in New York and he tells me about his family which I find pretty interesting.

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"So what's your sisters name?!" I say laughing at the way he says her name.

"Gemma." He says laughing along.

"That's not a name you hear everyday!" I say thinking that was kind of rude of me.

"Ehh not in England it's pretty common there. You can't say much 'Blair'."

"Oh shut up, I like my name." Breaking my gaze with his gorgeous eyes maybe he's not that bad, but he IS famous and those guys never turn out good.

"Hey Harry," I say looking at my watch. "I really should go it's about time for lunch and if I'm not back by 12 my mom with freak out.

"Ok, babe. Oh wait here's that paper you kindly gave back yesterday..but keep it, it's yours."I open it and it has his number. I smile slightly then realize he called me babe. "Don't call me that." And with that I was out of the door.