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He's A Fanboy For You

Harry Styles was unashamed to admit that he was a complete fan boy over you. He would constantly talk about you to his friends - what you were doing, rumors about you, speculate about what you were up to next. He would go to every movie you were in, and bought them on DVD as soon as they were out. He even had you as his phone background and lock screen. He knew he had a problem, but he really didn't care. He was in love with you, and didn't care who he admitted it to.

"Have you ever met Y/N?" He was asked once in an interview where he sadly had to shake his head.

"Nope, unfortunately." He answers. "I've tried but just never the right time."

"Oh come on, you're Harry styles, you can meet anyone." He laughs and shakes his head again.

"Apparently not." He says, shrugging. "Maybe one day. I'd be so nervous though, I would probably make a fool of myself." That's exactly how he felt, too. He was terrified to meet you because he knew he wouldn't know what to say or do so he would probably stutter and embarrass himself or say something stupid. He wanted to meet you though, so badly. You were so beautiful in pictures and in your movies, he could only imagine how gorgeous you must be in person.

"Hey, Haz, I have someone you might like to meet." He was currently at a friends party in LA and was pretty bored as he distracted himself with looking at pictures on the wall. He turns though when his friend comes up to him. He had just taken a sip of his drink and promptly choked on it when he came face to face with the person he wanted him to meet most in the world.

"Hey!" You greet, a wide grin on your face as you look over at the handsome long haired tattooed man before you whose green eyes were wide. "I heard you were going to be here tonight so I thought I would come say hi." He couldn't believe this, you were right in front of him. It was you, it was really you.

"Uh... h-hi." He stutters out, instantly turning bright red. You couldn't help but smile. You turn to the guy who brought you over here and smiled. He took the hint and excused himself, leaving you alone with Harry who seemed star struck.

"Oh come on, don't be nervous now." You tell him. "The famous Harry Styles should be used to meeting people."

"Yeah but not people like you. I mean, you're gorgeous." He instantly regrets saying it and closes his eyes, horrified but you give a small laugh, reaching out to rest your hand on his arm. His eyes pop open, looking down at your hand on him. "I'm sorry, I just.. wasn't expecting this. You probably think I'm an idiot." You shake your head, smiling.

"No, I've seen some of your interviews and I gotta say, I'm pretty excited to meet you too. I was actually at one of your shows a couple of years ago." His eyes widen.

"Y-you were?" You nod. "What did you think?"

"Pretty damn good." You admit, meaning it. "I may have had a crush on you too, if I had known you wanted to meet me, I would have tried to make it happen then."

"I cannot believe you just said you have a crush on me. Holy shit. I must be dreaming." He mutters, realizing how crazy he just sounded and blushes again. "I mean, I'm like in love with you and so I can't believe that this is happening and that you are here and that you came just to meet me. This cannot be happening. I need to really stop talking now but I can't stop." He was absolutely horrified with himself. He finally got to meet you and he was ruining the entire thing.

"It's okay, honestly. I'm a normal person too." You insist. "I've gotten star struck before too, don't worry."

"Did you humiliate yourself as much as I have?" He asks you.

"Worse, actually." You confess, taking a sip of your drink. "I tripped and spilled my entire drink on them. It was Johnny Depp, by the way. He and I were just cast in the same movie and we went to a cast party. This was my first time meeting him before we started filming. I was so nervous and shaking. I tripped over my own feet and fell right into him, my entire drink spilling on him." Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, that's bad." He comments, making you laugh.

"I know. So, at least your drink is still in your glass and not on my dress." You grin at him. "Actually, do you wanna get out of here? I'm hungry and could really go for some pancakes." His eyes widen. Did you really just ask him to go eat with you?

"Yes, absolutely." You grin and take his drink, placing both your glass and his on a nearby table before you link your arm through his and together you leave the party, calling goodbyes to people as you go. "There's a good place down the street that has good pancakes." He offers.

"Sounds good to me. Lead the way." He grins and nods, leading you in the correct direction down the street.

"Thank you for this, for not freaking out because I'm a dork who's in love with you." You laugh and nod, squeezing his arm that you still had linked with yours.

"I like you, so it's okay." You tell him. He blushes, a small grin on his face as he shakes his head. "I think we're going to be really good friends, Harry."

"I really hope so." He tells you. "I promise I'll stop being so starstruck after awhile." You laugh and nod. "I'll also change my phone background so it's less creepy." You laugh again. He pulls out his phone and shows you that you were his background.

"Or we could take a picture together so you could have that instead." You offer. He grins and nods, stuffing his phone back in his pocket as you get to the diner he had mentioned.

"That sounds much better." He opens the door for you, gesturing for you to enter. "After you, my lady." He was feeling much more calm around you, now that the initial shock had worn off. He was honestly the happiest person on the planet right now.