Hi, my name is Estrella. I’m 17 years old, Hispanic, awkward and utterly in love with a guy that doesn’t know that I even exist. Why doesn’t he know that I live on this planet we call Earth? That’s the question that is most likely slipping from your lips; well the answer is that I’m only one of the BILLION other girls in the world that wants to be with him. Ladies and Gentlemen I’m in love with the one and only Harry Styles from the insanely famous boy band One Direction. Okay I say in love but it’s more like a REALLY DEEP liking, in British terms I fancy him. If there’s one thing I know is that I will never meet him, I mean WHAT ARE THE ODDS of us meeting up and him falling in love with me? ME! Out of all the other beautiful girls there are in this world that throw themselves at him every second of everyday. , I never get my expectations to high because then all you get is disappointment, I’m a realist unlike my best friend Natasha who SWEARS with all of her heart that she’s going to marry Taylor Lautner, “pshh bitch please” I tell her every time that I hear her planning their wedding. Then I get the usual “fuck off” with a smile on her face and her middle finger pointing high in the sky, I swear sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with her. Me and Natasha have been friends since forever ago, a boy was making fun of her in kindergarten and I decked him right in the face and me and her have been friends ever since. We were walking through the mall, with no money in our pockets, in our small town of Kissimmee, FL because there was nothing better to do in this town. No one important is ever in this town, so while in other places you would have to look good because you never know who’s going to be just around the corner, here you can walk around with no makeup and have no care in the world and that’s exactly what me and Natasha did
“Gosh I hate coming here this mall is full of Gucci and Prada, all the shit that we can’t afford…. well I can afford this after I become Mrs. Lautner.”
“Keep dreaming Natasha there’s like a 1 in a billion chance that you will meet him, let alone fall in love and get married to him.”
“And I’m just saying Estrella that you need to stop being a party pooper; gosh you need to have a little faith, if you believe anything is possible.”
I have this thing where I NEVER look where I’m going and this convo with my bff was getting heated so I really wasn’t paying any mind to the direction I was going.
“We’re not in a fucking Disney movie Natasha, there’s no faith, trust, and pixie dust.”
“Keep it up with that attitude and you my dear best friend will never get a guy like Harry Styles.”
“Like I would ever get a guy like him anyway, where would I ever meet him huh? Lord knows I don’t go anywhere, I don’t have money for a concert, meet and greets are never around the area. Why in God’s name would Harry Styles EVER be around her—“
The next thing I knew I was staring at the ground skin burning with a hot liquid which smell was kind of revolting… was I covered with tea?
“AHHHH what the flying FUCK?”
“OH MY, I’M SOOOO SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”
I stood frozen, I didn’t feel the pain anymore, and I didn’t smell that disgusting smell, nothing. Once I heard that voice I knew EXACTLY who it was. I looked up to see those beautiful green eyes that I see every day when I walked into my room, but this time they were full of worry. These eyes are eyes that I would notice from hundreds of miles away. I just pumped into the one and only Harry Styles and what do I do? I SPILLED HIS TEA ALL OVER ME! Smooth move Estrella.