Double Star Crossed Lovers (A One Direction Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Meet Bryn. 15 year old ordinary girl directioner whose parents won't let her go to a One Direction concert. Her only chance to meet them? In-N-Out. 9:30 PM. Things are going well with Harry, but who knew somebody else in the band would fall for her too?

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1. A Fortunate Accident

Bryn's P.O.V.

My eyes slowly wandered back and forth from the door and my friend sitting across from me. I glanced at the clock above the doorway out of In-N-Out. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I glanced at my friend, Morgan, again. Her face could have been a mirror of mine, hers portraying disappointment beyond just sadness. I was right. It was a long shot coming here, only to sit for an hour and a half at the same greasy table, no action involved. But I had hoped, there was a seed of hope in me that I would be proved wrong.

"Morgan, they obviously aren't coming. It's 9:30 at night and I'm starved. Can we just order something, eat it, and go?" I snapped at her. I immediately felt bad. It wasn't her fault the lads didn't come. We were just two fans out of millions.

"Ya, I guess," she replied in a disheartened tone. "I just wished so hard. Why can't we have a wish just this once? We couldn't go to the concert and now we are sitting here like bums." A sigh escaped her mouth as we trotted up to the register to order.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" the young cashier pleasantly asked. He had sandy brown hair, slight rolling waves in it reminding me of the beach, and deep blue eyes. So maybe he was cute but nobody compared to harry of One Direction. For that fact, nobody at all compared to the five lads of the famous boy band.

"I'll have a double-double cheeseburger, fries and a sods from the fountain, thanks. Morgan?" I looked to Morgan for her order.

"I'll have the same but with a chocolate shake."

We finished the transaction, paid for our meals, sat down and dug in. I savored the taste, not wanting to take small bites. I got up, lazily trotting over to the soda fountain for a refill. My thoughts wandered to the band, sending me into a daydream of meeting Harry. His captivating green eyes would glisten as he peered down at me. His face inched towards mine, our eyes locked as he bent down about to meet my lips with his. I backed up, the daydream ending, beginning to turn around when I hit something, discovering I had run into someone. The soda sloshed in its cup, splashing all over the floor.

"Omg, I am so sorry, my mistake," I apologized as I swiveld to see who I ran into. I noticed the shoes first: White High Top converse. I saw next the khaki low crotch pants. My eyes glided to the shirt. Blazer. I had reached his face. Perfection.

“Oh no, it’s all my fault. I should have been watching where I was going.”

British accent.

 

My heart palpitated. It thumped as a drum against my rib cage, I was sure everyone in the building could hear it.

“Sorry, love. We’ll get out of your way.” Another familiar voice, laced with a British accent.

 

I HAD RUN INTO ONE DIRECTION.

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