One Shots

Ashleigh&Harry

Another boom of thunder echoes outside, causing me to jump once again. It wasn't that I was afraid of storms, it was just this was a perfect horror movie moment. A girl working at night by herself during the middle of a huge thunderstorm. I was on edge to put it lightly. I start making myself a Frappuccino in order to try to calm my nerves. The bell rings, signaling someone coming in and I look up as a bolt of lightening flashes across the sky, illuminating the outline of the person. The person's head was down with dripping wet hair covering his face from view.

"Jesus Christ don't kill me" I yelp dropping the drink, it splattering all over the floor. The guy looks up with a start and I stumble back a few steps as I try to slow my racing heart. Unfortunately for me though, I step on some of the spilled drink. I let out another shriek as my feet suddenly fly out from under me and I go crashing to the floor. I hear laughter burst out.

"You alright?" a voice asks and I look up to see the face of Harry Styles looking down at me. I feel my jaw drop causing him to chuckle again.

"Girls have told me they've fallen for me before, but I didn't think they meant literally,” he says teasingly and I feel my face heat up. I quickly shut my jaw and scramble to my feet determined not to be one of those annoying fan girls, grabbing a towel off the table and trying to dab up the drink on my clothes.

"Hahaha you're sooo funny" I say sarcastically, looking up at is cheeky smile. "I thought you were a murderer" He shoots me an amused smirk, raising an eyebrow.

"Get a lot of those in here do ya?" he asks jokingly, leaning against the counter. I pause from cleaning up my shirt to give him a death look before returning to cleaning up the mess.

"It's the perfect horror story setting. My mind was wandering,” I explain.

"Ah ok" he says in understanding, nodding his head.

"So what can I get ya" I say hanging up the towel and looking up at him. He pushes off the counter, grabbing onto the edge as he holds onto it for support, leaning back as he looks up at the menu.

"I'll take a Grande Cafe Mocha" he orders. I nod and begin getting it ready. He leans against the counter, watching as I make it. "So no mob following you around huh?" I ask glancing up at him.

"Did you see the rain?" he asks with a laugh. "No one in their right mind would wait outside the hotel in this. Besides, we told them all to leave because we didn't want them getting sick" he says with a shrug.

"Aww aren't you sweet" I say teasingly. "I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that you wanted to walk around without a posse,” I add with a laugh. He grins, nodding his head slightly.

"Maybe just a little" he admits with a chuckle. I set the drink in front of him and ring up his order. He pays with a smile before walking to a table taking a seat. If the fact that he stayed was surprising, him gesturing me to join him was insane. I hesitate for a moment before walking over, taking the seat across from him.

"So unused to being alone that you have to ask the service for company?" I ask jokingly.

"Maybe I was just trying to be a gentleman and protect the lady from the scary thunderstorm,” he teases back. I shake my head with a laugh, glancing out the window at the storm. We start talking about random things like movies and such and the next thing I know, it's an hour after I was supposed to close and there were multiple empty coffee cups on the table in front of us.

"I suppose I better go so you can close up,” he says standing up. I nod my head, glancing out at the storm still raging on.

"Did you walk here?" I ask and he nods his head.

"The hotel is just around the block"

"Hang on" I say before heading into the back and grabbing my umbrella. "Here" I say handing it to him.

"No. I can't--" he says holding up his hands in refusal. I push it into his hands anyways.

"Take it, my car is right outside, I can stand a few drops, you'd be soaked" I insist. His hands close around the umbrella in acceptance.

"Thanks" he says.

"Thanks for not murdering me" I joke getting him to laugh, showing those adorable dimples. He walks to the door, opening the umbrella as he steps outside. He pauses a moment before turning around.

"Do you have a number I could get?" he asks, "You know... so I can return the umbrella" he says with a smile. I grin, jotting my number down onto a napkin. He pockets it quickly to avoid getting it wet. "Thanks" he says with a smile. "I guess I’ll see you soon" he says and I nod again, watching as he disappears into the rain.