“You look familiar.” He tells her, narrowing his eyes as he scans her up and down. Y/N awkwardly stands there, body stiff as she debates what to say to him.
“You do too.” She blurts out, and she feels like punching herself in the face at how stupid her reiliar, its not like hes the most successful man in London or anything, she thinks to herself.
His face is plastered across the room on several posters, his name on the radio and in the news every two seconds.
“Ah, I thought I recognized the strawberry cake.” He tells her. He sticks out his hand for her to shake, “Harry Styles.”
“Y/N.” She tells him, her eyes drifting to the tattoos on his hand and the rings decorating his long fingers. She tries to look away from the light green pools in his eyes, afraid shell drown in them if she stares for too long.
“I remember you make quite the cupcake.” He tells her, “Best ive ever had, actually. You dont think you could teach me how to make them?” He suggests, and Y/N is baffled at his words. Continuar leyendo «Shes surprised no one has noticed him yet, but then she remembers shes in the literal corner of the room»