Different
Chapter 4
4
"They are going to love you."
"What if your wrong, and they think I'm some crazed fan, who is only hanging out with you for the sole purpose of destroying your career?"
"Kirby."
We had been standing outside Harry's hotel room for more than twenty minutes going back and forth about me meeting Harry's bandmates. After we had narrowly escaped Harry's screaming fans and I confronted him about who he really was, Harry suggested to head to the hotel where there was maximum security.
"Should I feel like an idiot? Because I do," I had muttered after learning that Harry was in fact the Harry Styles from One Direction. Shaking my head, I began to feel laugher shaking my body. Harry hadn't stopped looking at me as though I'd start fangirling since I the big reveal. "It was pretty obvious wasn't it? British accent, working in music industry, the only other thing you could've said was you were in a band!"
Harry looked at me thoughtfully before breaking into a relieved smile. "Yeah it was pretty obvious."
"Why didn't you just tell me, curly?"
Pausing for a minute, biting his lip, Harry took a deep breath. "I don't, eh, I guess I liked being treated as just Harry, the guy who gets coffee spilled on him" - I grin at the reminder- "instead of Harry Styles, one fifth of One Direction."
Before I could help myself, I burst out laughing, causing fellow subway riders to glare in my direction. Harry shushed me playfully, pulling the beanie tighter over his hair. Those curls were just too recognizable.
"You're a complete dork, did you know that?"
Harry scoffed. "A dork? Do you know who I am?" I smirked to hide my smile.
"You're a klutz. For some reason you can't stand eating the red M&Ms, even though you know they taste exactly the same. You would make a terrible made considering the amount of times I had to redo your mop work. The way you laugh with your whole body makes it impossible to not join. When you eat you don't care to chew your rather talk the whole time and choke then take the time to finish your bite. The little gig you do after receiving happy news just makes your dorkiness even more obvious. And you're humble. For the - what 3 days? - I've known you, I had no clue who you really were. But when you think about it, I knew all the important parts of you. "
My rant left Harry speechless.
"Oh yeah, you think you're the funniest person I'm the room even though you tell the corniest jokes," I added.
Before he he had a chance to react, the subway arrived at our stop. Wordlessly Harry grabbed my hand pulling me from the train. Had I said something that offended him? Was it the klutz thing? He was strangely sensitive about that.
"I'm taking you to meet the lads." Which leads us to the predicament I am currently facing.
"Look at me, you silly girl," Harry said, grabbing my chin. "They aren't going to think any of those horrible things. I promise. Louis will crack some joke about the color of your hair; Niall will try and flirt with you; Liam might interrogate you but only because he's basically our dad; Zayn won't do anything. He is a pretty laid back guy."
"And if I were to go in there and meet you what would you do?" I ask, making the corner of his mouth twitch.
"I would try and flirt with you before Naill." The door opened right at that moment.
"You two have been bickering for an hour! Come inside already. We don't bite," Louis Tomlinson joked, winking at me.
"Shove off! Let us in." Louis swung the door wider uncovering the occupants inside.
Harry scolded at Louis. "You said it was only going to be the lads. "
"We can't say no to the girls. You know how pushy they are. " Louis shrugged, flopping down on the couch next to a beautiful brunette.
I stood awkwardly by the door as everyone looked at me expectantly. I did the only thing I could think of. "So are y'all the ones who taught Harry how to spill coffee on a women just to get her number or did he make that up himself?"
Niall fell out of his chair he was laughing so hard. Instantly relived at breaking the ice, I joined in. The lump at the pit if my stomach has disappeared. Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder.
"This one is a keeper, Hazza!" Niall wheezed.
"I think so, too," Harry whispered in my hair.
"They are going to love you."
"What if your wrong, and they think I'm some crazed fan, who is only hanging out with you for the sole purpose of destroying your career?"
"Kirby."
We had been standing outside Harry's hotel room for more than twenty minutes going back and forth about me meeting Harry's bandmates. After we had narrowly escaped Harry's screaming fans and I confronted him about who he really was, Harry suggested to head to the hotel where there was maximum security.
"Should I feel like an idiot? Because I do," I had muttered after learning that Harry was in fact the Harry Styles from One Direction. Shaking my head, I began to feel laugher shaking my body. Harry hadn't stopped looking at me as though I'd start fangirling since I the big reveal. "It was pretty obvious wasn't it? British accent, working in music industry, the only other thing you could've said was you were in a band!"
Harry looked at me thoughtfully before breaking into a relieved smile. "Yeah it was pretty obvious."
"Why didn't you just tell me, curly?"
Pausing for a minute, biting his lip, Harry took a deep breath. "I don't, eh, I guess I liked being treated as just Harry, the guy who gets coffee spilled on him" - I grin at the reminder- "instead of Harry Styles, one fifth of One Direction."
Before I could help myself, I burst out laughing, causing fellow subway riders to glare in my direction. Harry shushed me playfully, pulling the beanie tighter over his hair. Those curls were just too recognizable.
"You're a complete dork, did you know that?"
Harry scoffed. "A dork? Do you know who I am?" I smirked to hide my smile.
"You're a klutz. For some reason you can't stand eating the red M&Ms, even though you know they taste exactly the same. You would make a terrible made considering the amount of times I had to redo your mop work. The way you laugh with your whole body makes it impossible to not join. When you eat you don't care to chew your rather talk the whole time and choke then take the time to finish your bite. The little gig you do after receiving happy news just makes your dorkiness even more obvious. And you're humble. For the - what 3 days? - I've known you, I had no clue who you really were. But when you think about it, I knew all the important parts of you. "
My rant left Harry speechless.
"Oh yeah, you think you're the funniest person I'm the room even though you tell the corniest jokes," I added.
Before he he had a chance to react, the subway arrived at our stop. Wordlessly Harry grabbed my hand pulling me from the train. Had I said something that offended him? Was it the klutz thing? He was strangely sensitive about that.
"I'm taking you to meet the lads." Which leads us to the predicament I am currently facing.
"Look at me, you silly girl," Harry said, grabbing my chin. "They aren't going to think any of those horrible things. I promise. Louis will crack some joke about the color of your hair; Niall will try and flirt with you; Liam might interrogate you but only because he's basically our dad; Zayn won't do anything. He is a pretty laid back guy."
"And if I were to go in there and meet you what would you do?" I ask, making the corner of his mouth twitch.
"I would try and flirt with you before Naill." The door opened right at that moment.
"You two have been bickering for an hour! Come inside already. We don't bite," Louis Tomlinson joked, winking at me.
"Shove off! Let us in." Louis swung the door wider uncovering the occupants inside.
Harry scolded at Louis. "You said it was only going to be the lads. "
"We can't say no to the girls. You know how pushy they are. " Louis shrugged, flopping down on the couch next to a beautiful brunette.
I stood awkwardly by the door as everyone looked at me expectantly. I did the only thing I could think of. "So are y'all the ones who taught Harry how to spill coffee on a women just to get her number or did he make that up himself?"
Niall fell out of his chair he was laughing so hard. Instantly relived at breaking the ice, I joined in. The lump at the pit if my stomach has disappeared. Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder.
"This one is a keeper, Hazza!" Niall wheezed.
"I think so, too," Harry whispered in my hair.
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9/6/14