Choose Your Own Direction - Harry Styles

Walk

You sniff, and place your hand in his. “ I really don't want to bother you...” You begin.

“ Please, you won't be a bother.” He smiles a bit and pulls you up to your feet. “ I'm Harry Styles by the way.”

“ I know.” You look at the ground, trying to hide your burning cheeks. “ Er, I mean, hey Harry. I'm-”. You glance back up at him.

“ (y/n). I know.” A grin was fully spread across his face.

You began walking together in silence for what seems like a long time. You were never really good at small talk, and that certainly didn't make things less awkward.

“ So uh...One Direction...What's that like?” You ask.

“ Huh?” He seemed to be pulled out of his trance.

“ Er, what's it like being apart of the biggest and or hottest boy band in the world?”

“ Oh...It's...it's definitely something that's hard to get used to.” He laughs slowly. His deep voice was like silk to your ears. “ I mean the free clothes and stylist is pretty cool. I meet a lot of people. And I get to hang out with my brothers everyday. The fans get kinda crazy.”

“ Yeah I see the tweets.” You lightly chuckle.

“ I kinda wish, er, well you probably don't wanna hear. Or really care.” He scratched his neck.

“ Sure I do.” You smile up at him.

“ Well I wish I could find a fan that wasn't such a...fanatic? Or just arrogant and famous. It's hard to find anyone outside of your line of business ya know?”

“ Oh, I see.”

“ I'm sure. I mean, you probably have guys hanging all over you. And you're not even a superstar yet. You've probably had tons of guys.” He shrugs.

You think back to your last relationship. Nothing but a disaster is all you can remember. All lies and shallow romance. You didn't love him, and you knew it. He knew it. But you were trapped. Wait did Harry say you 'had tons of guys'? He doesn't mean...does he? How can he just come to that conclusion?

“ Ah not really. I uh...am waiting for that someone special.” You ramble nervously.

“ Me too. I just haven't found her yet...” He trails off, staring at the paintings on the walls.

A pain shot through you. He hasn't found her yet...You've been slightly crushing on this guy for the last few months. And yet, he groups you in with all the other girls. Just a fan. Just someone famous that other guys want. Not someone special.

You both stay silent until you reach the back doors.

He looks at you, silently waiting your answer. You could just ask to go back and stop humiliating yourself. You think you saw David Henry in the theatre anyway. Or you could go out those doors and try to have a good time.

“What are you waiting for Styles?” > Adventure

“ I gotta get back.” > Movie