I heard a laugh from beside me. “You know, the drink is better if you actually drink it.” I looked over at Harry who was looking at me. Harry Styles was looking at me.

I looked at my drink, then at him again and smiled. “Yea, you know I figured that, but I was just…” I looked at my phone. “I was uh…” I looked at him smiling, then stuck my right hand out. “I’m Annabelle.” I said laughing.
He laughed too, “I’m Harry. Pleasure to meet you.”
“Yes, you too.” I blushed and looked back at my drink.
“It really is better if you drink it.” He nodded towards my drink, “is it your first?” he asked me.
“Uhm, yeah actually. It is.” I replied. We looked at each other for a moment, then I turned my head to take a sip of my drink. Not very strong, I thought, but it was tasty.
“So how is it?”
I nodded my head answering. “It’s quite good, not very strong. But that’s alright.” I shrugged and drank some more. Harry took a swig from his beer and opened his mouth to say something then shut it.
“What?” I laughed.
“Nothing, I was just… I’m not sure.” He looked me in the eyes, and I blushed. I was going to ask myself what was wrong with me, but any girl in the situation would be like this, or probably not. They’d probably try to make a move.
I noticed the noise appearing around me and I looked to see more people where here than just the fewr that had been here before, and the bar was filling up.
“Would you like to grab a booth with me?” he asked, his accent making me melt. Oh my god, is was so much better than when you just see videos of guys with English accents.
“Sure. Yea, that would be nice.” He stood and held his hand out for me to take it, so I did. And I grabbed my drink with my open hand.
He walked us to the booth and held his hand out for me to take a seat, then he took a seat across.
“Would you like something to eat?” he asked me as he examined the menu he had picked up.
“Oh! Yes!!” I smiled.
“You seem quite excited!” He looked at me wide eyed, his green eyes brighter now that we were in a better light.
“ I love food.” I exclaimed.
“Should I order the lot?” he asked laughing.
“God, no. I don’t want to be sick in the morning.” I said jokingly, and he understood.
“Ma’am.” he held his hand up to call over the waitress. “Are fries alright?”
“Yea.” I nodded.
“What can I get for you two?”
“Can we have an order of fries, with ketchup and extra honey mustard.” he smiled at her after he ordered. Oh my gosh, his dimples were even cuter in person. “Anything else, love?” he added.
“No thanks.”
“That’s all.” he remarked, the waitress smiled and walked away.
“You like honey mustard?” I smiled.
“Is that weird?” he raised his eye brows.
“No, I just. I love honey mustard.”
“Ah,” he exclaimed. “It’s the little things.”

Notes

Hey guys,

So I know maybe twoish people actually read this story, but I'm going to keep writing it anyway! So I hope you like this chapter. I tried to think of a clever way for the two to start chatting, and lame ass me could only come up with this. But I hope you like it, and if you have anything to tell me please leave a comment!!! Or rate this... no pressure. There is pressure to leave a comment though. Haha. I have more planned ahead though that I think you'll enjoy. Thanks for reading!!!

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