Harry's POV

I was waiting near the bus for Charles to come and give me my schedule for today so that I could go and meet my fans...

I'm already thirty minutes ahead of the time allotted to the fans
Arrgh...
Where is Charles !!?
I have called him abundant times.

With growing frustration, I started to roam around. The ground is dusty and the hot and fierce wind is enough to blow the dirt over me.
The weather is indeed pleasant, wind blowing, and the sun glittering in the sky.
I was lost in my world when all of a sudden my glance fell upon a figure leaning against the back of the bus.

I went there to get a closer look at the figure.
I encountered that she was a girl of a slim figure with dark hair which was falling prettily on her face. They appeared to be shining in the fierce rays of the sun. Her hands were behind her back and she was leaning against the bus with her head hung down.

I went closer to her. I don't know why maybe because I thought she was a fan and wanted an autograph or something. After all, they all were here to meet me and here I am waiting for the douchebag Charles to come!

When I stood in front of her I was greeted by a pair of shining brown eyes. Now I realized she was not white but had perfect olive skin tone which goes well with her brown eyes and hair.

"What are you doing here all alone?"
I asked

"What are you doing here all alone? You were roaming here and there. Probably waiting for someone. Is it?"
She asked me instead with confidence.

"Yah" I replied
She gave a small nod and looked down then again looked at me and asked
"Harry Styles?" with expectant eyes.

When I was going to say 'yes, I am Harry Styles ' and was getting sure about the fact that she was some fan.
She spoke
" I knew it! My friend is also waiting for him and not only her there are almost twenty more people nearby waiting for him! But he! He is nowhere to be found. These celebrities are like this only first they would promise their fans to meet them but would never show up on time.
It's already been half an hour and he is not here yet!"

Woah there I didn't expect that!
Not only did the fact that she would be my fan just flew away
But she also didn't know who I was and if that was not enough she even hated me.
Probably...

"Maybe, he wanted to come but got stuck somewhere?" I said because of the urge to defend myself. And also letting her be unaware of the fact that I am the one who she is talking about.
"Maybe, But I don't think so," she said
"Why don't you think so?" I asked
"Why do you think so that he got stuck?" She asked me instead.

Huh? This girl looks determined.

"It seems like you don't really like Harry Styles," I said with a slight smile playing on my lips

"It seems like you are a big fan of Harry Styles ". She replied with her signatory 'confidence'

"You could say that" I replied. I mean who is not a fan of himself? Isn't it?

She lifted one side of her lips and smiled at me.
Her expressions indicating that she knew it!

"Well, Why don't you like Harry Styles?"
I couldn't help but ask.
"Why? Is it a bad thing?" she asked
"No!! Why would it be...you..."
I don't know why I got trailed off.

"Why are you answering my questions by asking me another question?" I finally asked.

Maybe I was really irritated by this that my face screamed irritation and confusion because seeing my face she smiled and lowered her head letting her open hair caress her angelic face
Then looked up and started laughing.
I swear her laughter was melody.
The sound was sweeter than any musician could ever possibly play.

Ceasing her laughter she said
"Why do you ask so many questions?"

Ahh...
I smiled a genuine smile and accepted my defeat
"Okay okay I back off"
I said raising my hands in surrender.

She smiled again. I swear I felt a slight warmth spread across my cheeks! I don't know why!

But the curiosity to know the reason why she doesn't like me took over me and I asked again
"Okay but at least answer one question. Why don't you like Harry Styles?"

She bit her lips as if in deep thought and finally replied
" Umm, First of all, I don't like his music"

Hmm okay......
"Carry on, " I said

"I don't like the type of songs he makes. I mean don't get me wrong I have no hard feelings for him but I just kinda feel that his songs are more into just entertaining people.
And the lyrics don't make sense to me.
Like Kiwi, I mean seriously what does that song even mean? It's just like any random background song for a bad boy character in a teen rom-com. And the lyrics! Please don't ask me! Then there is Watermelon sugar that you probably know what it's about?"
She asked with eyebrows raised when I noticed how beautiful eyes she had...

I just nodded but never stopped smiling.
I wonder how creepy I would be looking.
But I couldn't help it my lips would automatically curl up when she said something.
Everything she says is as sweet as honey.......

When I realized that she was done with her rambling (that I liked a lot) I asked
"Then what kind of songs do you like?"
She smiled and said
"Umm, I like many songs like Ed Sheeren is my favourite. He writes songs with meaningful lyrics. They carry something deep."

Ouch,

"Any favourite song?"
I asked
"Well if you ask the recent one then it is 
'To begin again' "

Hun?

"But you said Ed....."
She spoke before letting me complete
"I like Ed Sheeran but not only him"
I nodded in understanding.

'To begin again' It's Zayn's song as far as I know.
Well, it's a good song but I don't know why but I felt a sting of rejection when she indirectly said my songs are meaningless.

To put things in a nutshell she knows Harry Styles but doesn't know how he looks like. Hmm
Weird.
But good for me as if she would have known me she wouldn't have been talking to me so freely.
Especially after what she thinks of me.
I smiled at that thought.
And again I don't know why.

"And?"I asked

"What ?"

"You said it was the first reason why you don't like Harry Styles. What is the second one?" I said

"You said only one question "
She said with shrewd eyes.
I am going to become a fan of her expressions now.
Just how she is so confident while stating her thoughts.
How she smiles when she turns out to be right.
How she lowers her head when she laughs.
How she bits her lips and furrows her brows when she thinks of something.
How she looks at me.
How she talks.
How she breathes. Wha, I didn't just say that !?

"Yes. And you didn't give the full answer to the question. "
I stated
She smiled and said with sorrow

"You are his fan and I don't want to say bad about him in front of you!"

"Bad? what did I do so bad that she almost hates me?" I thought
I began to recall if anything that bad I did.

"No it's alright. I really want to know ."
I said out of utter curiosity.
"I mean I want to know why you hate Harry Styles so much while many people actually love him"
I said to cover up my stupid curiosity.

"I don't hate him"
She replied quickly
"I just don't like him.."

I gestured for her to carry on.

She looked a bit hesitant
But then smiled and said

"You know you would be the first person I am telling this to as my friend, who happens to be the biggest fan of Harry Styles never wants to hear it.
And it's actually funny I am telling it to you and you are a complete stranger to me.
But never mind I've always believed that sometimes it's better to talk to strangers than your close friends or relatives as you won't meet them again so no headaches to deal with."

Well, she was right here I also sometimes wish that I could get someone to talk to someone who doesn't know me and is not crazy to just look at me.
I mean don't get me wrong I love my fans but sometimes I just want to be Harold Edward Styles as my mother's son and my sister's brother, not Harry Styles the pop singer.

But when she said we won't meet again it didn't feel right as it should have felt. It felt as if .... it's hard to explain.

I just gave her a soft smile which she returned gently.

She begins
"I have read about him sometimes and heard on the radio also and as my friends talk about him all the time. Don't you think that Harry Styles have had relationship with almost half of the celebrity population?"

And here again, I somehow stuffed my laughter.
Well, she was right though.
But she wasn't done.

"And of all ages from 17-year-old young girls to 39/ 40 years old middle-aged woman and God knows if even elderly women are on that list. And look don't think of me as a person who judges a book by its cover. You are his fan, right? you only tell me isn't it true?"

"A, aa, I ?"

"Yes, you must know him better than me. Right? So tell me is it true or not ?"

"Well, y, yah," I said
It was as if someone is asking me to pretend to do a murder but I did it already.

I nodded agreeing with her (she was right)
"See !!" she said with a bit of disappointment
And I too was disappointed in myself now!

"But how is this thing that bad. I mean maybe he is just looking for someone right but can't find the one yet."

I said as I felt the urge to defend myself.

"Well, maybe he could not find someone right by now but this isn't the way to find the right one."
She replied

"Why isn't it the way to find the right one?"

"Here you go again! One more question !" she said while smiling
I laughed at her gesture.

"Well you initiated it now you can't back off. However, it is related to that question only"

"Ahh, well I'll tell you as it is far better talking to you than to wait with my friend and other crazy fans for Mr Late Comer"

I laughed again I don't know for what in particular
Either for the fact that she gave me that  so oblivious name
Or that she preferred to stay with me than to wait for me!!
I know it's crazy.

She begins
" Imagine if you stick a strip of tape on your hand and then remove it, take another strip of tape and stick it to your hand on the same spot as the previous one. Now continue doing this for a few more strips and stick them in the same position. Tell me what will happen to your hand ?"

"Umm, My hand will turn red.."

"Exactly! And it'll burn and you'll fear to stick any more strip. And the strips that you had stuck on your hand will also lose their ability to stick firmly.
Now consider your hand as any man or as we are talking about Harry Styles let's consider it as him and the strips of tape as different women. Did you get it now?"

She continued
" If we stick different strips of tape on the same position on your hand your hand will become red and burn same way if you hook up with different women one day you'll be over it and could not take it anymore and even if you get the right one for you. You won't be able to accept her.
On the other hand, those strips of tape that were stuck on your hand will not be able to stick as firmly on the other hand as the first one. Same way women will also not be able to form a strong relationship with someone if they hook up with different guys. "

"Well at the end of the day it's all about your choice of which way you want to choose. But I think that people often make the mistake of choosing the wrong person first and when the right person arrives they just stop trusting people."
She concluded.

I was so deep in thoughts. Her words indeed affected me. She made me think of what I had been doing with my life!

"Woah! I probably sound like an English professor by seeing your face I could make out."
Her cheerful voice brought me back.

"Well, then what is the way to choose the right one? And how do we know who is the right one?" I asked expectantly.

"How to know who is the right one? I don't know. Sorry as I have never experienced that. But the way is simple- Just wait and listen to your heart." She said and gave her ever so heavenly smile.

And I just smiled at her.
She again looked down on the ground. I wonder why she always does that.
But whatever the reason is she looks cute doing so.

I was busy adoring her when her cellphone beeped. She looked at her phone and gave me a sorrowful look. Then she smiled and said
"Probably we'll meet someday. Then you tell me why you like Harry Styles."

And she turned around and went!
I wanted to stop her.
I wanted to ask her name.
I wanted to tell her to stay a bit longer.
Somewhere in my heart I know I wanted to tell her that she was right about Harry Styles but he is not that bad.
Somewhere in my heart I know I wanted to tell her that I am Harry Styles and she was right about me but now I will be a changed man because of her. For her.

I wanted to say so much tell her so much but I can't I just can't do anything except just stand there and watch her leave.

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