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Norah
"There's no way this is going to happen."
"If you're going to be such a pessimist, I'm going to have to ask you not so nicely to get the fuck out of this car because I am going to meet Harry Styles for the third time today."
Wow, Winter, you don't have to rub it in.
"Bitch," I mutter under my breath.
I can feel her glaring at me, but I just stare ahead.
You'd think we were sworn enemies in 9th grade or something, but really, we were best friends going into our junior year of college.
The reasoning behind my pessimism was the fact that Winter had already met Harry Styles twice. The first time, she'd gotten me a video from him giving me a brief "hello, love", "I like your name", and "hope to see you soon". The second time she met him, I fucking FaceTimed him.
Yes. Phone screen to phone screen. Face to face. Harry Styles to Norah Gates. Talking. We talked for a good five minutes, I think. He was the sweetest person in this damned world. I could tell that he'd been sitting on a couch and I could see his tattoos under his white shirt and just thinking about that day - only three months ago - gave me heart palpations.
Winter and I have been talking to an update account for a while now, and today, both of us were off of work, so we decided to do a little stalking - safely, may I say. We never gave out any information update accounts told us. And while we've never met one of the boys by chance, we knew that if we had, we'd wait a couple of hours before posting a picture on social media.
Winter and I were currently parked in the Yogurt Paradise parking lot. We haven't gotten out of the car. Neither of us could make up our minds whether we wanted to go in and see if he was inside or wait until he came out. If he was even here.
Lots of swear words were floating around in my head at the moment.
I turn off the engine of my Ford Focus and throw my arms up. "Okay, let's just go inside and act normal. Whether Harry is there or not..." I compromise.
Win gave a gleeful screech before opening the passenger door and stepping out.
My heart was beating faster than it ever had in my entire life. I'm sure my face was beet red, too. I had a feeling he was inside. A part of me just had a gut feeling.
I got out and locked my car, making sure I took my purse and wallet.
Do not act flustered. Act normal. Most importantly: breathe.
I met Winter on the other side of the car and we approached the shop together. When she opened the door, bells on the door handle made a jingling sound, announcing our entrance.
I looked up only one to see the short line with only two people in it, paying for their cups. Both were women who looked to be in their mid-fourties. Definitely not Harry.
I felt my heart plummet at the realization that he wasn't here.
"I'll pay for yours," I tell Winter, the fight completely leaving my voice.
"'Kay." Her tone matched mine.
I grabbed a cup and filled it with green tea and vanilla frozen yogurt. I wasn't in the chocolatey mood. I put some strawberries and coconut flakes on top. I was going to the gym after I dropped Winter back at her apartment, so I could go all out with my usual marshmallows and chocolate fudge.
I waited patiently for the two women to decide whether they wanted a rewards membership before it was finally my turn. Winter and I placed our cups on the metal scale. I searched my wallet for a ten dollar bill before handing it over.
I told the man to keep the change and he thanked me, then handed me my receipt. Winter turns to the right to go and sit at the tables near the yogurt machines. I turn the opposite direction to throw away my receipt (because it'd only be a nuisance in my small wallet) and grab a couple napkins as well.
I looked up for a split second and locked eyes with a man sitting in the corner, near the window with earbuds in and a golden MacBook in front of him.
I didn't miss the familiar rose tattoo on the outside of his elbow, or the hint of the mermaid under his forearm.
His intense, but kind green eyes were still locked with mine. His were more curious as well, mostly due to the fact that I was frozen in my current position of sticking a spoon into my yogurt. He was probably waiting for what I was going to do next.
I surprised the hell out of myself when I just turned around and walked on shaky legs to the table Winter was at.
She was scrolling through Twitter on her phone while sticking a spoon in her mouth.
Harry Styles is in this room. Harry Styles and I are only twenty feet from each other.
"What the literal fuck. Look at this," Winter vulgarly exclaims, showing me the screen of her phone.
It's a picture of Louis in a red Adidas jumper on stage last night in San Diego. Normally I'd be a little more expressive than I was right now, but...Harry fucking Styles had just made eye contact with me. And I haven't said anything.
Worst case scenario was: I tell Winter and she screams, then draws a bunch of attention to Harry, making him hate us.
Which was extremely likely.
I casually move my hair to the side, giving me the chance to sneak a glance at Harry. A part of me didn't believe that it was really him, but seeing him now, typing away on his laptop...fuck.
He looked so good in a Rolling Stones tee shirt with his biceps on full view.
I really didn't want to interrupt him just to take a picture, but when was I ever going to have this chance again?
I slowly take a bite of my yogurt, zoning out and staring down at the table.
Suddenly my phone vibrated loudly on the table. I pick it up to see a text from Winter.
Without thinking twice, I swipe the screen and read the text.
Winner 💸💦
Blink once for yes and twice for no. Is that who I think that is near the window ??????
I left my head up to see her waiting for any eyelid movements. I blink once.
Her jaw drops and her covers her mouth with her hand.
I look back down at my phone and send her a text, chewing on my nail afterwards.
»I don't wanna bother him.... 😟
Me neither omfg
»Should we wait? Would that be weird?
Idk kinda...
GO GET UR TEXTBOOK FROM UR CAR AND ACT LIKE WE'RE DOING HW AND WE CAN WAIT UNTIL HE LEAVES
»brb
