“Hello Love” This was it. Harry Styles was signing my poster and talking to me. Yes, I was fangirling on the inside, but I had this perfected. “Hi” I said sort of emotionless, kind of like I could care less about his perfectly fitted shirt, or his curly hair that just makes every girl’s heart melt.
“What’s your name?”
“Milly”
“That’s different. I like it”
Was a Harry Styles flirting with me? Or was he just complimenting my nick-name? He is flirting with me!
“Thanks” I blushed faintly and kept my not caring look. Then I moved on to Louis and Niall. Just after, Niall pointed to my poster then at Harry. I honestly wondered what the…Oh My God! He did not. I looked down and Harry wrote his number next to his signature. Harry styles was flirting with me. Harry styles signed my poster, and Harry mother fucking Styles put his number on my poster. Talk about a fans dream come true.
Then here we are 6 months later, standing in an airport next to a bunch of teenaged fans who are singing loudly at the top of their lungs. Was that really what I was like 6 months ago? Anyways, I talked to some of them who said they had been there since 12 a.m. Holy mother of pearls that’s early. They were very nice girls for the most part and I couldn’t really find a bad thing to say about any of them. Suddenly my phone buzzed and it was none other than Harry, or in my contacts, ‘My Little Cupcake’. I know it sounds cheesy, but he doesn’t have to know that.
Harry: Just landed. Should be there in 20 minutes 
Followed by a tweet saying something along the same lines with an extra ‘Glad to be home ;) ‘. In my case causing screams to erupt from the group of girls who have basically sang every song they have covered and released on an album. Right, on time a couple of security guards started walking through with the boys behind. This caused more screams even louder than before. In mere seconds Harry and I locked eyes. I motioned over to a corner saying for him to go over there, he nodded and started to leave the guys. Then I made my way for the spot too. We met up and stood behind a ferocious plant. “How was tour?” I asked right away. “Great, great, America is great as always” he said. “Should we be getting home now?” I asked. “Yeah, but go out ahead of me. I’ll grab my bags”. So we weren’t exactly public with it all, and when the paps are around we make sure it’s my make they’re getting pictures of. So, I go outside to find many more screaming fans making it difficult for normal people going to and from the airport. When I’ve found my car at the end of the aisle I pull it up to the pickup area and wait. Harry emerges minutes later talking to Louis while dragging along a couple more suitcases than I had last seen him with. He opened the back door putting them in and saying bye to Louis. “Ready to go sweet cheeks?” I ask getting ready to pull away from the pickup area. “Whenever you are sugarplum”.
We like to pick on each other by giving each other corny nicknames. I am dating Harry Styles. What more could a fan want?

Notes

Just a reminder Ten comments = The First Three Chapters of my Niall fic.