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As I entered the kitchen Stacey gave me a glass of water and whispered "calm down hun, Harry is not gonna bite you. Just regain your strength then come out. And yes your feeble attempts to cover your blush were useless. you are looking really flustered" she gave me a smile and went out to serve him. Then suddenly I started searching for my bag. I found it at the corner of the room. And in the back pocket was a letter I always keep with me. Neatly written, folded and kept in an envelope addressed to the one and only Harry Styles because there are just so many things I want to tell him how he changed me, helped me through life and made me a better person without even knowing me! I knew that when I meet him I will go numb and embarrassing so, I wrote everything down so I don't regret meeting him and not telling him everything.
Still shaking and shivering I go to the door and peep out and see what is he doing. Him and Stacey were talking about something and Harry had that small smile on his face (which can kill any living body out there). How in the name of Jesus was Stacey still standing in front of him and had not fainted yet!?

Slowly I went out still very flustered and taking deep breaths with the letter in my pocket and Harry's food in my hands I walked towards his table, Stacey was still talking to him. What the hell are they even talking about? I wondered but then again she is working here and meeting harry from 2 years they must be friends by now. Just by thinking about them being good friends ignites jealousy in me! Dang y/n get your shit together. reaching his table I serve him his food with shaking hands not meeting his eye but I could sense his gaze on me. Oh my godd Harry Styles if looking at me!! Shitt! Somehow I  managed to serve him without spilling anything. Thank heavens! Then when I was going inside harry called out "umm y/n why don't you join us erm if you are not busy?" he asked and I almost fainted. Heyy dont judge me my idol and my dream man was not only talking to me but also asking me to join him in whatever he and stacey were talking about! I nodded my head not trusting my voice at the moment and sat beside Stacey. "So harry how was your tour?" Stacey asked she seems unnaturally cool to be talking to thus godly man "It was nice you know meeting all the amazing fans interacting with them  and doing all the performances for them is just really very surreal." he explained. Then before Stacey could answer her phone rang and she excussed herself. I was still shaking and I think I will keep on shaking whenver I see him which by the way will be daily now that I am working here. "so y/n where are you from?" Harry asked looking at me "f-from y/c/n. I came here to study" I stammered "which university do you study in?" he said continuing the converstion probably just to break my awkwardness around him "the _ college, I'm a freshman there." before Harry could answer Stacey came back in and I got up to clean the table "I will clean the table you go get harry's bill please" stacey requested me I nodded and went to the front counter to print the bill. Harry came upto the counter and kept his hands on the counter humming while waiting for the bill. When giving him the bill I silently slide the letter towards him. My heart was beating so fast it might explode. While paying the bill he was observing the letter then looked at me. I gave him a smile or atleast tried to and he smile back. Ok so this is official that I am dying today. Then he bid us goodbye and left.

>Harry's POV<

While giving me the letter y/n looked so cute and underlined scared. I tried my best to make her comfortable but I guess I gave to work harder. Its okay, tomorrow I will harder. I just dont like people getting awkward with me but I guess its natural to be so I dont blame them instead I try my best to make them comfortable. While sitting in my car I was think about whether to open her letter now or at home but then paps surrounded my car. Grrr I just hate it when they disturb my personal space like have some empathy people! So it gave me no choice but to go home and read the letter. But I seriously need a plan to calm y/n down and make her comfortable with me.