Jess’ POV

The first time Harry and I “officially” met at the café was pretty much like the first time we met at all. No one was rude, we didn’t get off on the wrong foot, and the butterflies in my stomach were all a flutter.

Emma and I kind of stood at the counter speechless after he left. His presence was still felt long after he left, not just by us, but for everyone who was lucky enough to be in the café that fateful day.

“OH MY GOD.”

I looked at Emma. Her face was quite red and she looked like she was about to cry. “Are you okay, Emma?”

“I TOUCHED HIS HAND! Holy shit. I touched his hand. JESS I TOUCHED HIS HAND.” She was quite literally starstruck.

Enchanted. Wonderstruck. Captivated.

Those words came to mind immediately after that. I thought Just when I though Emma was about to burst into tears, she started jumping up and down instead. I had to laugh at that. I guess if the circumstance was different – meaning if I didn’t secretly meet with Harry and management beforehand to sign a contract to be his pretend girlfriend – then I would have reacted the same way.

There would have been tears involved I am sure. I figured it was best not to say anything except listen to Emma’s play-by-play recount of Harry’s visit. It was hard not to be affected by her enthusiasm, though. I tried so hard to keep a straight face and stop myself from blushing and smiling, but towards the end of our shift, I was just like “fuck it” and joined her happiness in meeting Harry too.

I even accepted her offer of grabbing dinner together after work to talk about Harry and One Direction some more. She was telling me how she wanted to go see them live but tickets sold out before she could even buy one.

It was refreshing to actually hang out with her outside of work. I didn’t realise how much I’ve isolated myself since I moved here. I guess it’s still hard for me to trust friends and I didn’t really want to open myself up to that.

But Emma was different. I could tell she was genuine. I went home that night in extremely good spirits. Maybe things were starting to look up for me. I’ve got a friend I know I can trust, a café job that I actually really enjoy, and then this thing with Harry. I wasn’t sure how the year is going to pan out for me but for the first time in a while, I was excited for the future.

Later that evening, I logged into my blog and decided to do my end of the bargain. I decided to post the lyrics to Enchanted by Taylor Swift along with the words “I found it so incredibly ironic that the first time I met him, I had that Taylor Swift song playing in my head the whole time. Enchanted. Wonderstruck. Captivated.”

I turned the volume up as I listened to the song, really looking at the lyrics as it went along. All I could think of the whole time was Harry. The two “first meetings” we’ve had was so different from each other but either way, I knew the way I felt about him was the same on both occasion.

I was left with butterflies on my stomach both those times. I hit play on the song again, letting it take me back to that moment at the café.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

Could this be more relatable to me right now? The truth is, is that I was tired of everything. Even though I moved to London to get away from all the drama back home, I was still in a lonely place. I hadn’t made much friends except for Emma and my flatmates, my whole world was literally confined in the cafe walls, and I was just in a very isolated place.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" across the room your silhouette
Starts to make it's way to me
The playful conversation starts counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Well awkward because we have met before but that was our secret to keep. I remembered the way his eyes would lock with mine. Those beautiful green eyes staring at me. Tingles all over me as he did so. Then there was the conversation we had, the way we just smiled at each other and I could tell it was a real smile.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

I don’t know if he will ever know about the butterflies he gave me just then. I know I won’t.
The lingering question kept me up 2am, who do you love?
I wonder till I'm wide awake
Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say,

It was enchanting to meet you
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you

Sleepless nights anxious about the whole plan. Being up at 2 am looking at Tumblr blogs filled with photos and interviews of him.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

This is me praying that this was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again
These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon

Okay I admit it. I am slightly excited to see him again. I just feel like now that we’ve met properly (and nicely might I add), we can finally be at least friends. That we have a chance at an actual friendship. Or maybe this is just me being completely delusional and infatuated with him. Maybe that’s why I’m hopeful.

I was enchanted to meet you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
The last line hit me quite hard. What if he was being rude and disinterested the whole time because he had someone else? That maybe that’s why he was so resistant? He has a real secret girlfriend (or boyfriend) that he kept hidden. What if there was someone else in the picture? I never considered that. I never thought about the fact that maybe they hired me as a beard or as a scapegoat for him because he had someone special in his life.

It’s funny how having feelings for someone can be such a roller coaster ride. One minute I was all happy and excited, hopeful that this could potentially be the start of a great thing for me. And now, as the song finished, I sit in my room bothered by the fact that in reality, I had no idea if there was someone else in the picture after all.

I was so sure that things were looking up for me already that I overlooked the fact that I was just seeing things in my perspective. I was far too invested in this already and the worst part was that I knew that despite all my overthinking, I probably don’t cross Harry’s mind at all.

Notes

So I updated. Despite all the school work I have to do, I couldn't get Jess and Harry out of my head and wanted to tell their story right now. HAHA.

Also for my surprise. . . I made a Tumblr for Jess. Sometimes she'll refer to her blog (let's face it, her being a blogger has a lot to do with the story) and now you can view it too! Like this post she did in this chapter is actually on there at the moment. Also a little extra something to say thanks for your support lately. So interact, ask questions, follow and I'll follow you on there. I may be slow at updating but that blog will always be updated! And I'll give you extra "behind the scenes" bits too on there.
Jess' blog

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