Polka•Dot

"Please remind me again why i agreed to come here with you mother? I asked impatiently, analyzing my surroundings. We were currently at the LAZ airport waiting for my father to arrive from his business trip. Not a big deal right? Yeah besides the fact that there's literally hundreds of hormonal teenage freaks crowding around the waiting area chanting the same stupid verse from the all too familiar song... "What makes you beautiful". Im guessing that the One Direction dweebs are prone to arrive, just my luck. I was never a fan myself, yeah i liked a few songs here and there but definitely nothing major.

"Oh stop being such a brat, your father should be here soon. His flight was probably delayed die to the arrival of more important people" my mother replied, wiggling her eyebrows towards the crowd of girls standing before us. I huffed, I hated the famous people. I never thought it was fair how they were treated like gods while they were just ordinary people born with an extra talent. Maybe im just jealous, who knows. I glanced over at the twelve year olds crying their eyes out, waving their posters that probably took weeks to make all for nothing. It's not like the boys would ever think back and say "Oh remember that one poster?" Nah.

I recognized their faces plastered across the girls shirts, I wasn't completely oblivious to their existence, I just saw them as a regular boy band. When i felt my brain nearing explosion I stood from the bench my mother and I have been patiently sitting for the past half hour, searching for a place to escape this madness. A smile grew on my face when i noticed a little café shop off the distance, bulls eye.
"Hey mom I'll be back in a few, I'm going to the café over there to get something to cure this migraine" I half yelled over the never ending chants of the annoying girls. She nodded her head before turning her attention back to the arrival gats. I knew my mother missed my father terribly. They are both business people, traveling was both a necessity and priority for them so i appreciated every second i had them around together.

I reached the café shop, the smell of delicious fresh pastries and mixed drinks engulfed me as soon as i opened the door. I smiled as i was greeted by the friendly cashier who was quite attractive if i do say so myself.
"Hi can i have a Mocha Frappuccino, with two shots of espresso and extra whipped cream please" I asked kindly before pulling out my wallet to pay for my much needed drink. He handed me my proper change before walking towards the preparation table. I glanced back to the group of girls that were visible through the glass walls and to my surprise the crowd had doubled. If only Erica knew about this, she was my best friend plus a major one direction fan, her being the reason i knew so much about them. Honestly it would phase me if she was part of the group that accumulated in size in a matter of minutes.

I returned my gaze back to the young man who was making my drink. He did mention his name was Jake. Or was it Jason? The door bell chirmed from behind me, indicating someone had walked in but i didn't leave my sight off of the handsome coffee maker guy, who cares what his name is, I bet it's something hot.
"Here you go beautiful" coffee boy said as he handed my drink along with a wink that caused me to blush instantly. I fluttered my eyelashes a bit before spinning around to leave. Just my luck, I spun around way too fast causing me to bump into the person who was obviously standing too close behind me.

"There's something called personal space you creep" I sneered, looking up to the tall young man standing before me. What asshole wears sunglasses and a fedora hat indoors? This guy.
"And there's something called watch where you are going" he said back in a posh American accent. There was something fishy about this. I took a step back and admired the young man standing before me. He was wearing dark washed skinnies with a black flannel shirt, the top few buttons were unbuttoned exposing his upper chest tattoos that i recognized from pictures hanging around Erica's room.

"Well, well, well if it isn't the one and only Harry Styles" I cheekily sang, taking a sip of my drink as i enjoyed the sheer look of panic wash over his face.
"How did you know?" He whispered/yelled, looking around to see if i brought any attention our way. I laughed a bit louder than i should have.
"First of all a pair of sunglasses and a stupid hat is such a lousy disguise and second you are shit at impersonating American accents" I said through uncontrollable giggles, causing him to smile at my crude language.

"Well this disguise got me through the crowd of fans out there so it might not be as lousy as you say it is" he replied cheekily, sending me a smirk causing me to almost spit out my drink. Erica was the first person that popped into my head when i saw that stupid smirk of his. I didn't notice i was still standing in front of him until he cleared his throat, nodding towards the cashier. I blushed, clearly embarrassed that i was still in the way. I moved aside, ready to leave the café but decided other wise. I wanted to keep giving him a hard time. I stood behind him as he had done to me, staring up to a few messy curls escaping under his fedora.

Moments later he received his coffee or whatever it was he ordered and turned around, bumping into me causing me to go into another fit of laughter. He tried to look annoyed but failed miserably as his dimpled smile spread across his face.
"You can just ask for a picture love, it'll last longer" he spoke in his stupid, cute British accent. Wait his accent is cute... not him.
"First of all, eww! never call me love, my name is Charlotte. Secondly, don't mind if i do." I replied with a smirk, an evil plan evolving in my head. I pulled out my phone and turned it facing us to take a selfie but it didn't feel right.

"Hey Jake, can you take a picture of us?" I asked coffee boy who was staring at us confusingly.
"Its Joseph" he groaned, getting a hold of my phone causing me and Harry to giggle.
I pulled off his glasses and hat, putting them on the counter. This caught him by surprise, Harry looked around uneasily, probably making sure that no one saw him. Oh boy he doesn't know what's coming. He stood next to me and leaned forward like he does in every fan picture i have seen Erica cry over so i made sure to make this one different by bringing my arm over his shoulder, bringing him down to my height. He chuckled but didn't move until the flash went off my phone.

I removed my arm from Harry's shoulder and reached for my phone.
"Thanks John!" I cheered on purpose, casuing Joseph to roll his eyes in frustration before walking away to attend to other cutomers.
"You are such an arse!" Harry's deep voice spoke from behind me. I turned around catching a glimpse of him smiling before he took a sip of his drink.
"I'm just having fun, live a little Styles" I replied, looking back down at my phone finishing the final touched of my not so evil plan.
"By the way, it would be great if you don't post that picture right now, wouldn't want the fans to find me in here" he said in a serious tone, almost making me feel bad for what i had done. But not bad enough.

"Oh don't worry, i posted it like ten seconds ago." I said grinning as his face widened in fear. I raised my phone to his eye level, letting him see the post.

@CharlotteJamesXO Look who i just met at the café shop! Come get him ladies ;) @Harry_Styles



Almost instantly a piercing yell was heard all the way from the lobby.
"HE'S IN THE CAFE OVER THERE!"
Me and Harry both looked out through the glass walls, watching with wide eyes as the wave of girls raced towards us.
"Shit!" I cursed, totally enjoying the moment. Harry quickly grabbed his hat off from the counter before racing towards the back door. I held a hand to my stomach, laughing my ass off. Surprisingly he stopped by the door, pointing a finger at me.
"You'll pay for this Charlotte" he yelled before sending me a wink and he was out the door.

That caused me to laugh even louder. I noticed he left his glasses on the counter. I quickly reached for them and made my way out of the café just in time before the hundreds of girls rushed in. Poor Joseph. I put on the fancy shades, feeling like a complete badass.

"You'll pay for this Charlotte"


Ha, yeah right, I'm just another face he met once and will forget in a couple hours.

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