“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.
“Its quite simple, really.” She tells him honestly. He smiles, shaking his head as if he cant believe somethings happening as he crosses his arms across his chest and rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet.
He pulls out one of the pens tucked into the pocket of his black jeans, clicking it loudly before scribbling something onto the pink pastry bag with her cake pops that she still holds. After hes finished, he clicks the pen shut and hands her the bag.
“If you ever want to give me some baking lessons.” She raises her eyebrow at him, “I think someone as smart as you could figure out how to make some cupcakes.” She tells him playfully, trying not to stumble on her words.
“Mquite shit at things that dont have to do with numbers.” he smiles at her, reaching into the bag shes holding to snag another cake pop. He takes a bite out of the small ball of sweetness, “And I dont think any cupcakes I could make could compete with these.”
Shes spinning all the different possibilities of what to say in her head, her mind exploding from all of the thinking, but before she can even think about what to say, a gruff voice interrupts her thoughts
Just as he finishes speaking, they both hear his name being screeched out of a high pitched voice. Everyone turns their heads to where he stands, right in front of her at the back of the room, and Y/N quickly scurries away, feeling two eyes burning holes into her back as she rushes out.
Y/Ns fingers are shaking as she holds her phone in her hands. Her eyes scan over the pink bag and the screen once more to make sure the number is correct before she presses the little green phone button.
She isnt aware of how hes recognized her, especially after all of the people hes probably met, many of them being much more important than her, without a doubt
She hears the line ringing and she panics as she realizes she hadnt planned out what she was going to say at all.
Y/N thinks as she holds the phone to her ear, shes panicking and shes gripping installment loans OK onto her apron, eyes scanning the oven full of cupcakes as she speaks into the phone.