Scarlett's POV

I walk into Scrappy’s with all of my textbooks in my hands. I really need to invest in a book bag. I’ve carried these books around for two weeks and they are starting to be a killer. I spot a table in the back right corner of the café and head that way to sit down. I feel something hard bump me from the left just hard enough to make all of my books tumble out of my hands. They land on the floor loudly and I sigh before bending down to pick them up.
“I’m so sorry, Miss.” I hear a raspy voice say. He’s leaning down next to me to help but all I can see is a mess of curls on the top of his head. I smile and stand with half of my books in my hands. He hands me the rest before I look up. My eyes get wide when I see who is in front of me. Can it be? “Are you okay?” He asks. I nod slowly, tightening my grip on my books. Oh god.
“Yes, thank you for helping me.” I say, not sure that there’s anything else to say. Should I ask him for his autograph? Probably not. That wouldn’t be too cool.
“The least I could do is buy you a drink.” He offers. I can’t not accept his offer so I just nod. I walk slowly over to the table and set my books down, waiting for him to come over with my coffee. We just talk for hours and hours until I have to head off to my next class. He even asks for my number.
Dear lord, Harry Styles asked for my number! Now I just have to wait for him to message me. Will he?

Notes

ugh, I just love Scarlett!