Secrets (ON HOLD)

6. Coffee

Harry's P.O.V

I'm seeing Sapphira today. Just one more hour till I meet her. Actually meet her. I'll admit I'm excited and nervous. Great, Harry. Just great. Singing in front of thousands of people doesn't make you as nervous as you are to meet a girl. I don't know. I can't help it. She's just...so...so unique. She isn't like any of the girls I've ever met.

I drove to the cafe and there I saw a girl, busy writing into her journal. Sapphira. A smile made it's way to my lips. I felt excited. It felt like starting a new adventure. I don't know what's happening to me. It's nice.

I walked up to her and said,

"Hey. Sapphira?"

She nodded and said,
"Hello. Harry?"

She was smiling. She was beautiful.

"C'mon, take a seat, please." her voice brought me our of my thoughts.

"Um yeah" I said with a smile.

"So, what would you like to have?" I asked her.

"Caramel latte. That's my favourite", She said, looking down at the table.

She had closed her notebook. Oh how I wanted to have a look at what was inside. That might be personal.

"Sure. I'll go order us our beverages."
She nodded.

I came back with our coffees and took a seat. I set her cup in front of her and she thanked me politely.

We were both silent for a while so I choose to start conversation with her.

"So, you like to write?"

"Uhm...yeah...sometimes." She replied shyly.

I nodded.

"If you don't mind, may I ask why you write?"

She looked into the distance, gathering thoughts and then answered,

"I write because writing sets me free. It's like an escape when the world around me is too much to handle."

"Why do you sing, Harry?"she asked. I was caught off guard. I didn't think she knew me. She wasn't fangirling. She was completely normal around me and I really liked that. She didn't treat me like an alien, like most people do.
"You know me?", I asked her.
She chuckled and replied,

"I don't think I know you. You're famous. That's all I know. But, I don't think that's enough to know a person. Right?"

I sighed and said over enthusiastically, "Right! I feel like, when people label people as famous they take away a lot of substance that they have as a person. So that, you don't remember someone as : he was funny or they were really nice and giving it's like: they were famous."

"To answer your question, I sing because it sets me free. It's something that I love. Something that makes me happy."

She smiled at me sympathetically and I could see that she wasn't pitying me or anything. It was like she understood. Could she really?

" You don't like being a celebrity?" She asked me, her voice sweet as honey.

"No, it's not that. I do. I love what I do. It's just that sometimes it gets too much to handle."

She nodded.

"What about you? What do you do?" I quickly changed the topic.

"I'm studying literature." She answered.

"Oh. What college?", I asked her.
Her smile was replaced by a frown. Did I say something wrong?

She replied, "I'm home schooled. I don't go to a college."

"Oh. If you don't mind me asking, why?"

Such a beautiful soul shouldn't be held captive. I'd never like not being able to see friends. That would be awful.
She gave me a small smile.

"I don't mind at all. It's not like people ask me that, much." She chuckled.

"You see, I live with my Aunt and Uncle. My uncle is a Lord. They don't think it's safe."

"Oh" was all I could say.

To lighten up the mood, I tried something I'm really good at. I made a joke.

"Sapphira, do you know why the baboon asked the giraffe, why the long face?"

She looked at me, confusion written all over her face. I smiled, indicating I hadn't lost my sanity all of a sudden and knew what I was doing.

"No, why?", she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Because he thought the giraffe's neck was his face."

I grinned, proud of myself.
She started laughing. Wait, she's laughing?
SHE LAUGHED. SOMEONE ACTUALLY LAUGHED AT MY JOKE. Never mind, it's probably because she doesn't want me to feel bad.

Her laugh was so refreshing and contagious. I found myself laughing along with her.

"Next time you make a joke, Harry. Warn me." She smirked.

We sat there and talked for a while until we were interrupted by my phone ringing.

It was a call from the studio. I totally forgot. I had to be there. I'm late.

"Uhm....Sapphira, it was really nice to meet you. I really have to go now. I hope to see you soon."

She replied, "sure" with an understanding smile.

Author's note:
Hello lovely people. Yes, people who read my story are lovely. XD
I really hope you like the chapter. If you don't, don't feel free to insult me.
Nah nah! Go on. I'd really like your thoughts.
Read, vote, comment and most importantly, LOVE ME.
I think that's enough. Lol.
P.S. The 'famous' quote belongs to the real Harry. If you're a directioner, you'd already know it.
All credit to the very charming, real Harry Styles. He's perfect. *heart eyes*
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