How Did This Happen?

Yes, It Can Get Better

Here I was, sitting on a bean bag chair across from Harry Styles.  No big deal or anything.  
    
    "So Laura, what do you do for a living?"  He asked.

     I attempted to slow my heart.  "Um, I'm a student at the university."

     "Oh, what do you want to go into?"  

     "Journalism.  I want to write for magazines,"  I sipped my coffee.

     "That's great.  When did you decide to become a journalist?"

      I shrugged.  "I've always been into writing, and my mom seems to think it's a good idea."

      He considered this, his eyes sparkling.  

      "So, what do you do for a living?"  I asked, as serious as I could be.

      "Are you serious?"  He asked, a smile playing at his lips.

      I stared at him intently.  

      "Well, um, I'm in this band..." he started.

      I laughed.  "I'm just kidding.  I'm a fan," I blushed.

      "Yeah?"  He asked.

       I nodded.  "I love the song 'They Don't Know About Us'."

       He smiled.  

       I was tempted to say his voice was sexy, but kept the comment to myself.  "So, what are you doing in NY?"

      "Taking a break, we just finished our tour.  I already visited my family, so I decided to get out of town and just relax before more work comes," he took a long drink of coffee.

      I smiled.  My eyes wandered to the wall where I saw the clock.  I jumped up, cursing silently.  "I'm sorry, I have to get to class, like right now."

      He looked disappointed.  "Well, um, let me get your phone number at least."

      I hoped my jaw didnt hit the floor.  I grabbed a napkin and jotted my number down with a pen.  "Here, bye Harry."  

      He took the napkin.  "Bye Laura, I'll be seeing you."