harry styles x reader

starstruck

A/N: hi, welcome to my harryxreader book! i have lots of plans for this but if you have any suggestions or requests, shoot me a pm! enjoy :)

The rain patters outside as you shuffle through the pile of records in your favorite music store. You hum the song playing overhead as you pick one up and open it. The bell above the door rings, signaling someone walking in. You continue to look at the record in your hands and you hear someone talking to the cashier. 

"Where are the records at?" The person asks quietly.

The voice is thick with a British accent and you pick your head up, interested in the unfamiliar sound. You immediately drop your head when you see who it is. 

Harry fucking Styles. 

Your heart begins to race and you put the record down, begging your feet to move but your frozen in your spot. The cashier directs him to where you are standing.

"Thank you," He says.

"Shit, shit, shit," You whisper to yourself, not knowing what to do.

You decide to pretend like you didn't even notice him come in, and continue to flip through the records with shaking hands. Ever since you were little, you've known who Harry Styles is. You were a diehard Directioner and followed all of them into their solo careers, specifically Harry. You've followed him closely through his rise and would have killed to go to one of his concerts. Now you're feet away from him, in your favorite tiny music store. He starts to flip through the records as well, stopping every once in a while at ones that were interesting. You keep stealing glances, in awe of him but your stomach drops to your feet when you meet his eyes during one sneak peak. 

"Hi," He smiles politely. 

Your eyes grow wide and you quickly smile back, your mouth as dry as the desert. 

"What are you on the hunt for?" He says, smiling at you again. 

Your mind is racing with things to say and you realize you've been quiet for too long. 

"Nothing in p--particular," You choke out.

 "Me either," He says casually. 

Your heart feels like its about to explode out of your chest. You almost wished he would walk out so you couldn't make a fool out of yourself in front of him. Although it's cold and dreary outside, you're sweating bullets with nerves. You push up the sleeves of your long sleeve shirt and continue mindlessly sorting through the records. 

"I like your tattoo," He says, gesturing to your forearm.

There, tattooed on your skin is, "You sunshine, you temptress" in his hand writing. 

Fuck. Busted. 

"Wow, this is embarrassing," You chuckle, your throat tight.

He laughs.

"I'm Harry," He says, extending his hand. 

"I know," You respond, taking it. 

Your face is so hot with awkwardness you feel like your skin is going to melt off. 

"No need to be embarrassed. You did well pretending like you didn't know me," He laughs.

"Thanks," You smile awkwardly. 

"It's a nice change of pace from the screaming and crying," He says. 

A/N: no shame in this, I'd probably pass out if I ever saw him in the wild lol

"I'm sorry, I tried," You laugh, not sure what to say. 

"I appreciate it," He smiles. 

God that smile. 

"So what brings you here?" You ask, cringing at your attempt to talk to him.

"Just a stop for the day. Needed a break," He says, looking down at the records. 

"I understand. This is my favorite place to escape," You say. 

"Are you from the area?" He asks.

"Yeah. I've lived here my whole life," You say. 

You truly cannot believe this is real life right now. You're making small talk with Harry Styles. 

"Any good places for coffee around?" He asks. 

"Oh uh yeah. There's a really good place around the corner," You say. 

"Care to show me?" He asks, smiling at you. 

You stare at him. Did he really just ask that? Is this actually happening?

"If you have something to do that's, fine. Coffee is just more fun with company," He says. 

"Um no I'm free," You smile. 

"Great. It's a date," He chuckles.

You feel like you could pass out. When you woke up this morning, you never imagined this happening. 

"It's a date," You respond, feeling like you're having an out of body experience. 

He goes and pays for a record he picked out and the two of you set off into the rain. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.