"Well hello" Harry said in his raspy voice.

"Umm hi. You guys were great tonight!"

"Well I try!" he joked.

I was assuming that he was trying to break the ice. I was just a shy person. He was looking at me with such interest.

"Why are you staring at me?" I giggled

"You're beautiful. What else do you want me to look at?" He smiled and moved his eyebrows up and down.

I threw my head back laughing, I was really nervous for some reason. I always thought that if I met Harry I would just be cool. Well, I thought wrong! There is nothing cool about my behavior right now.

"Laughter?" He asked

"I'm sorry. I just laugh when I'm nervous!"

He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. I was trying to keep my gaze held on the rack of clothes behind him. Resist. Resist. I can't. I let my gaze fall scanning his body. I analyzed the detail in the tattoo that was perfectly placed on his toned chest. I continued down,biting my lip, and stopping to remember every tiny detail in his clothes, tattoos, hair, eyes, face, clothing. Everything. Was. Perfect. And here I am standing here in his dressing room. Completely alone. What had seemed like hours was only a few seconds and he had caught me staring.

"Like what you see?" he asked it in a tone to where he didn't sound conceited, but confident.

"Well... Since you asked. Yes. I do like what I see."

His face became a slight shade of pink as he looked down to the floor. I am making Harry Styles blush? Oh. My. God.

I approached him, taking small yet effective steps. He looked up, confused.

"Calm down Styles I'm not gonna rape you! I just want a hug!"

He became relaxed and held out his arms, inviting me into what looked like a warm embrace. As he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, I nestled my head into his neck, breathing in a wonderful smell of Vanilla. The electricity started to charge between us. I was on fire every place our bare skin touched.

"You don't think I am a prostitute do you?" I asked bravely

He started to laugh really loud and threw his head back. I looked up to see his face and he looked down at me. Our faces inches apart. My breath hitched.

"I-I should go find Kayla" I stuttered

"Indeed. But first, you did bring your purse right?"

"Yea. Why?"

"I need your phone."

"Okay." I handed him my phone cautiously.

"Im putting my number in here so we can stay in touch. Coffee? Saturday?"

You're kidding me! Harry Fucking Styles just gave me his number. And he hugged me and we basically almost kissed. Could this day get any better?

"Okay. Well we have meet and greets. See ya Saturday!" He smiled and gave me a quick hug before stepping out of the room.

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On the ride home, I told Kayla everything that had happened and she spilled the nasty details of what had happened in Niall's Dressing Room.

Kayla'a P.O.V

"Hey" Niall said

"What's up?"

"Nothing much, I just saw you in the crowd and I was stunned."

"Well!" I flipped my hair and smiled playfully

I guess he found that nice, because he approached me very slowly with his hand in his pockets and biting on his lip. God why is he so sexy? He got as close as possible without our bodies touching.

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