Harry Styles Scares Me

Chapter Three

Waking up the next morning was good for about three seconds until the previous days events came rushing back to me. For the last...decade it seems...I'd been preparing myself for the interview at Margot Barnes, now that it was over and I didn't get the job what was I supposed to do?

I ran my hands through my hair, my eyes fell on the camera sitting on my desk across the room. Taking pictures had always been my saving grace, why should now be any different? I probably should've taken a shower, but what was the point? I was only going to be taking pictures.

I threw my hair in a messy ponytail, grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw and a ratty old sweatshirt and my camera.

Inspiration is what I needed. A good old fashioned reminder of why I was on the planet.

I had barely gotten my sweatshirt over my head when I heard what sounded like a male voice in our living room. Somehow, I'd gotten my head into the arm hole, rendering me useless. I heard Dori's voice,

"Sylvie?"

"Yeah. Is someone here or are you watching that soap opera again? I told you that show will rot your brain."

I pulled my head through the sweatshirt, brushed away the hair that had flown in my face and finally opened my eyes to see my sister standing in front of me with her eyes wide,

"What?" I asked.

Her eyes snapped over into the living room, mine followed to land on Harry Styles currently standing in front of our television.

Was I still asleep? This had to be a dream...nightmare.

I blinked.

Harry held up a brown paper bag and a drink carrier with two cups in it,

"I brought breakfast." He announced.

My head snapped between him and my sister who was holding a cup with the same logo on it that was on the cups in Harry's drink carrier. She cleared her throat,

"He brought us breakfast."

I looked back at Harry, my eyes darting down to the drinks and then back up to his eyes,

"How the...how the hell did you know where I live?"

He side stepped the easy chair and handed me one of the cups,

"You said you couldn't get coffee so I brought it to you." When I didn't take the cup he frowned, "I...hope I'm not intruding."

I stared at him. I knew I was looking at him like he was nuts. He kind of was. How the hell did he know where I lived?

The awkward silence must've been too much for Dori, she hopped off the kitchen counter and walked towards me,

"Were you going to take pictures?" She said gesturing to my camera, "Why don't you two go find some shots?"

I looked down at my camera and then back up at her. Was she nuts too? Go out in public with Harry Styles? We wouldn't make it a block before the masses found out and we'd be trapped.

She turned me towards the door,

"Here ya go...the door." She said as she practically pushed me out of it, "You two have fun now."

The door was closed, leaving Harry and I to stand alone in silence. He tapped my camera after what seemed like forever,

"Not a bad idea, right? You could show me where you like to shoot."

I looked down at my camera and then back up at Harry. Without a word, I turned towards the street.

Yeah, this was definitely a nightmare.