How Did This Happen?

I Think I Forgot How to Breath

My mind went blank.  Nothing made sense anymore.  

   How did this happen to me?  Just a random girl fresh in NY College.  It didn't make any sense, this was supposed to happen in movies and TV shows, not in real life.  But here I am, on the floor of Mocha cafe, staring into the beautiful green eyes of One Direction's Harry Styles.  

   "Are you alright?"  He asked as he knealt down beside me.

   I realized I had been sitting there, jaw wide open, staring at him.  Please tell me I wasn't drooling...   

   My brain was screaming SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING but I couldn't I was in shock.  

   Finally, some of the fog covering my brain rolled away and I managed to get out, "Uh, yeah."

   "Good, I wasn't watching where I was going," he gave me a smile.  

   Holy....  I can't take it.  He was too perfect.  I think I forgot how to breath for a moment.  "You're, you're...Oh my God, it's you.  It's you, you're," I kept saying.

    His eyes grew wide with fear and he put his hand over my mouth to silence me.

    He was touching me.  His hand was on my mouth.  He was here.  HE WAS TOUCHING ME.

   "Yeah, it's Joe, I'm visiting from the UK," he winked at me and took his hand away from my mouth.

   He winked at me....I'm dying.

   "Here, let me help you up...?"  I think he wanted me to say my name.  My brain scrammbled to remember my name.

   "Laura Strider," I mananged.

   "Right, I knew that," he let out a small laugh.   "Here, let me help you up," he stood and extended his hand out to me.

   It took me a couple of seconds to register what was happening.  This.... this sexy member of One Direction was taking the time to help me, college student, Laura Strider, up off my butt.  I gave him my hand and he helped me up.  I brushed myself off and silently prayed I didn't look as bad as I thought I did.  

   "You have some coffee on your shirt," he pointed at my blouse, near the collar.

   "Uh, yeah, I do," I said, still dazed.  I looked down at my shirt, coffee soaked the upperhalf.  I cursed under my breath, this was my favorite shirt!

   "It's totally my fault, I should have been paying attention," Harry said.  "I'm really sorry about your shirt.  I wish I could do something...  I've got an idea!"  Harry said, smiling.  He then proceeded to take off his plain black sweatshirt, reavealing for a millisecond part of his bare, toned stomach.  

   Please tell me I'm not drooling all over the place.  

   "Here you go, it might be a little big but It'll do," he handed me his sweatshirt.

   I took it, staring at him in disbelief.  I sat my half empty coffee cup on a table and slid the sweatshirt over my head.  Oh God, it smelled like everything perfect.  Harry was right, it was pretty big on me, but I rolled the sleeves up and made it work.

   Harry smiled at me, a twinkle in his eye.  "You look good," he said, "You should wear my clothes more often."

   Asdfghjkl;.  WHHAATTT????  Was he hitting on me???  

   "Maybe I should," I said, surprising myself at how flirtatious it sounded.  
  
   We shared a long look.  

   "Would you like me to buy you another coffee?"  He asked.

    I nodded.  

   "What'll it be?"  He asked.  I gave him my order and he ordered his own.   "Well, I've never been here before so, why don't you pick out a place to sit and we can chat."

   Harry wanted to chat????  Could this day get better??