A Dark Past with an Amazing Future

-Lily-

Harry and I had been texting for a week until I finally asked him out. Well, kind of. I asked him a lot about his music, and recently, he had been asking me a lot about mine. I'd told him that we should meet so that he could listen to it.

We met at a small cafe in town. He was wearing a beanie and sunglasses, "disguise" he claimed, but paprazi was still swarming him.

I got more nervous than when I had shown my music to any producer. This was Harry Styles. I had found that just the fact that he was Harry Styles made me extremely nervous.

I carefully timed the appropriate amount of time before I ever texted him back, and always sent a draft of what I was going to say to my best friend, seeking approval.

He was more beautiful than I remembered, long and lanky with sparkling eyes looking down on my as he went to envelop me into a hug. He smelled musky and warm, and I could feel the sheer strength yet gentleness of his arms around me. He honestly gave the best hugs. He took a long time too. He swayed us back and forth, and I just kept smelling him and acknowledging the fact that I was hugging Harry Styles and that he was the one hugging me and oh my god how did this even happen.

After he finally released me (don't get me wrong, I never wanted it to end but it would have been kind of awkward for us in the magazines tomorrow considering all the paparazi outside the window furiously snapping pictures), he got in line to get us some coffee while I pulled up my music.

While I waited for him, I studied him. He was just as hot from the back. I could see his shoulder blades through his shirt, and his dark curls cascaded down to tickle the top of his shoulders, and he had to keep brushing them out of his face.

What am I doing here? I kept asking myself. How did this even happen?

While he was waiting in line, he took photos and signed things for three different fans. I remembered that I hadn't yet asked him to sign anything. It was too late now, than we were.... friends? I didn't quite know what we were at this point after seeing each other barely twice and texting for a week. Maybe I would ask him to do it for a friend or as a joke. I was going to get something singed.

It only occured to me that I was staring at him when he turned around and stared back. He smirked, showing his irresistable dimple. I snapped out of my daze and forced a smirk back. And then he winked, and while I slowly died on the inside, I made myself lightly take my lip between my teeth and raise my eyebrows.

Flirty, but not obviously so. I think.

He walked back with our coffees. His hand could hold both of them. He was actually kind of funny looking. His legs and arms were lanky, his hands the size of dinner plates, his hair all over the place, and his torso was way too long. But there was just that something of it all put together. It was adorable.

I could feel myself turning bright red as he set down the drinks and sat down across from me. As he handed me my coffee, I know it sounds completely stupid, our hands touched and I looked up to see that he was smirking again. I responded in the same way as earlier.

I slid my pair of headphones across the tiny table to him. He placed them over his beanie and over his mop of hair.

I adjusted the volume and pressed play.

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