The Long Haul


Life is back to normal for everyone, well almost. What will happen in the lives of Gabby, Niall, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Harry? Read on to find out!


4. On A Wednesday, In A Cafe...

Harry's P.O.V.:

I sat at one the tables with my laptop open and a coffee. Sometimes sitting in a cafe with your laptop and coffee really clears your head. As I was about to leave, a girl shyly walked over to me. "Hi, can I sit here?" She had short reddish hair with the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen. She wasn't very tall though, maybe 5'5". Her teeth weren't perfect, but that didn't matter. Her nose was a bit crooked, which looked like what she thought was her biggest flaw. When she saw me look at it, she covered it. She was skinny, maybe she was a model. I won't have a clue till I talk to her. "Of course. By the way, I'm Harry. And you are?"


"T-Tiffani," She stuttered. "Tiffani Frankyl. Say, you look familiar."


"I do? Who do I look like?" Let's hope she says Harry Styles. If I don't look like myself, then who would I look like?


"Harry Styles from One Direction, but I doubt it's really you. You're too famous to hang out at this little cafe." At least she knows who I am. "Yeah, it's me. I like coming here, helps clear my head. And to be honest, I don't like the word "famous". It's like people are labeling me. Like, if we break up and we got back to our old lives, that means I was famous, a has-been. I'm just a regular 19 year old who got lucky." That made her smile. It's a start. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your nose? When I noticed it before, you covered it."


"Oh, that. I got in a fight with my sister and she punched me in the nose. It didn't break, but it's permanently crooked. It was years ago, so it's fine." Her smile faded while she was talking about. "I'm so sorry. While you're here, tell me about yourself. Something interesting."


"I'm an artist. I like to draw. Do you want to see some of my drawings? I have my sketch pad. I was going to draw, but I ran into you." She pulled her drawings out, and they were incredible. I was pleasantly surprised. "Tiffani, these are amazing. Do you show anybody these?"


"No, I don't think I'm that good. I'm one of those quiet artists. I only show my family. I actually designed a few tattoos for my family." She pulled out a few more sketches with the pictures of tattoos that her uncles and aunts got. "Wow, these are crazy good. Maybe one day you can design one for me." I said with a half-smile. "Well, I've gotta run. Here," I started scribbling on a napkin, "call me if you ever want to hang out." 


"I will. Bye Harry." She got up and gave me a hug. She seemed nice and not at all frazzled by my presence. I like that.


Tiffani's P.O.V.:

"...Bye Harry." I got up and hugged him. I just hugged Harry Freaking Styles in a cafe after he complimented me. Am I dreaming? Somebody pinch me. And I just got his number. Yup, this is a dream. No doubt about that. I sat down and started doodling what I saw outside. I'm kind of one of those artist who likes to draw for others, like the tattoos my family got. 'Maybe one day you can design one for me.' Harry Styles asked me to design a tattoo for him. That's it, I'm dying. Not a lot of guys would give me the time of day, especially guys like Harry. But he seemed different. What he said about being a normal teenager seemed to make him feel better. After a few hours of drawing and drinking, I headed out.


It was my 18th birthday, so my friends were going to take me to a pub for my first drink. I mean, I've had drinks before, but this time it's legal. I drove home and got changed into something else, since I was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, loose jeans, and I looked like a hot mess. I pulled out my favorite flannel, my ripped jeans, and my sneakers. I fixed my hair and make up, and headed out. As I waited, I started thinking about Harry. Imagining us in a relationship, but that would never happen. They pulled up a few minutes later, and off we went to the pub. When we pulled up, I got a bit scared. All of my friends were already over 18, so they know what happens in a pub. I've heard there are fights. Now I'm terrified. 'Tiff, calm yourself. Just have a good time.' I thought to myself. I put a smile on and hopped of the car. When I walked in, I saw someone I didn't expect to see.


Harry Freaking Styles. With the rest of the boys of 1D. He turned around and recognized me. I hid behind one of my friends as we made our way over to the bar. Surprise, surprise, we sit next to them. I just sit there and order a beer. I need to drink something. "Tiffani, is that you?" Dammit, Styles. Why did you have to see me? "Yeah, it's me." He came over and gave me another hug. I could hear my friends getting really excited behind us. We're big fans of One Direction, so for them to see me be so comfortable around Harry and hug him must have made a fangirl switch go off in their brains. He noticed my friends going crazy behind me. "Sorry about them. They get excited whenever they see a picture of you guys. So for them to see you in real life got them a little too excited. They brought me here."


"Really? Are you trying to stalk me?" He laughed. His laugh was so sexy! "No, I came here for my birthday. I turn 18 today. Now I'm legally allowed to drink alcohol." I smiled. It feels good to say that. "Well, happy birthday. Do you still have my number?"


"Yeah, why?"


"Let me see your phone." I gave it to him, not knowing what he was going to do. He handed it back a few minutes later, then left to go sit with the rest of the boys. I open it to see a silly picture of him as my background and him in my contacts. Good job, Harry. You're the weirdest 19 year old I know. And that's what I like about you.

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