Suddenly together...

20 year-old Letícia is a brazilian One Direction fan. Once they are in Brazil for a concert, she tries to meet the boys in a afternoon of signing. But it's impossible because of the crowd of girl around. She just turn to go back home when suddenly, she cracks onto a rushed boy.
She was so mad at him that even recognized who he was and just left... Who was he? What's gonna happen later? Will they meet again?
Keep reading and you will find it out.


18. Dance?

I wasn't cool. I was doing anything, but acting cool. That's not nice. Based on the fact that I had no idea of what to do. I started to dance, feeling Harry's eyes on me. My face was burning, first because of the many drinks I drank, it was starting to make effects, plus Harry's fixed eyes on me wsn't helping.

Let me love you remix from Ne-yo was playing out loud making me move my body with the music beat. Wont he talk to me? Is that because I'm awkwardly fat? A fat dancing? Can't he see that this silence is horrible to death?

-Gosh, I love this song - I tried to kill the silence, but I could barely hear my voice

-What did you say? - he asked coming closer to me. As his face was coming to mine, he was staring my eyes, but I couldn't look to his. His cheeks touched mine, he came so close to listen better what I was saying. I stepped off just a little, wishing he wasn't able to feel me pulling myself away. Looking down to the floor I said

-I said I love this song so much

-Hum. And why you refuse to look me in the eyes?

-What? - I was trying to disguise how embarrassed I was. 

-You. Everytime I look at you, you just turn the way, why?

-Well, I don't know, sorry - I was still looking the ground and biting my lower lip, I could feel my cheeks getting red.

-Don't be sorry, just look at me - He was so close to me, that we don't have to scream to hear each other. I could feel his hot breath in my skin, giving me goosebumps

-Well, I am looking at you - I raised my head looking for the person behind him instead of him

-You are not - this time, I felt his hot hand in my chin, it pulled me to his direction - look at me, please - his breath came to my mouth, tinha halito de bala de menta. I gave up and looked into his emerald green eyes for the first time personally.

I've always dreamed with this. To look to Harry Styles bright eyes. And now that I am looking, I just can't. I'm sick and tired of being so insecure. I used to be so full of myself. How could I turn into this fragile girl?

His breath smelled of mint. I was nervous. We stood there for a little while. My eyes rolled down to his pinky lips and then to his eyes too many times. He did the same. He was smelling his favorite perfume Alien by Thierry Mugler. I couldn't move any part of my body. My mouth was almost touching his, when I got back to reality (if I could call dancing with Harry Styles reality) and stepped away from him. 

-I'm sorry - I turned to go back to the other boys when Harry's hand held my arm

-Don't go. Sorry, it's my mistake, I shouldn't have done that

What the fuck am I doing? His kiss is one of the things I've wated for most in life.

-No, it' ok, just - and then, I felt his lips against mine

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