I was almost to the end of the book, when suddenly the bell above the door rang and I heard all sorts of screaming outside.
I looked up, deciding to take a break, and there, right in front of me, stood Harry Styles from One Direction.
I liked the band, they were good, but I wasn't obsessed.
I watched him as he walked up to the counter. He ordered and waited for his drink.
I hated to stare but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was surprised that he was standing right in front of me.
For just a moment, our eyes locked. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Turning away quickly, I started reading my book again.
Fans, screaming fans, make me unable to focus. I sigh and out the book down, only to be sitting across from Harry.
"Hello." He says.
"Hi." I say.
"I was just going to see what you were reading and why this booth is reserved?"
"Well, I'm reading The Hunger Games, and it's reserved for me because I come here pretty much everyday." I say.
He looks surprised. "You must have a lot of time on your hands."
"Well, yeah. I kind of review books and movies and things." I say. "It's my job."
"One that you like I'm guessing?"
"Yep, I love to read. I do it all the time." I say.
"Well, not just here. At my house, on the beach, a few other places."
"You know, I'm surprised your not freaking out right now."
I smile. "Well, you are in my favorite band, but I'm not obsessed with you guys. You want to be treated like normal people right?"
"Well, I'm doing that."
He laughs. "You are so different from every girl that I've met."
"Well, I am different..." I smile and get up to leave.
"Can I at least get your name?" He asks.
I look into his green eyes.
"Brooklyn." I say.
"Well, it was nice to talk to you, Brooklyn."
"You too." I say.
I walk out the door and down the sidewalk.
Security guide me away from the fans, making sure that no one tries to push me or anything.
I walk home slowly. Jane was home, but a car was also in the driveway, one I didn't know.
I was almost home when a guy came outside and got in it. He drove off and as I walked up the driveway, Jane came out.
"You just missed Niall." She says. "I can't wait until the month is up so I can have him meet you."
"Oh, yeah." I say.
"How was the café?" She asks as I walk through the door.
"Good, then it got very crowded when Harry Styles walked in." I say.
"What?!?!" She asks. "Harry Styles came into the café?"
"Brooklyn! Tell me, what happened?"
"He got something, sat down next to me and started talking to me." I say.
"Oh my gosh!"
While she freaks out I take a shower and read a little more before going to bed. It's been a long day and I want to get into my comfortable bed.