Different

Chapter 5

Harry is waiting for me at the foot of my building, wearing a green shirt half unbuttoned under his coat. He looks so gorgeous, especially with his blue beanie that suits him so well. His face lights up with a smile when he sees me and I grin.

"You look beautiful" he says before pulling me into a hug. The first hug we've actually had. His breath is soft against my neck and he gently rubs my back. His hug is very soothing and warm and it takes me every inch of my body to pull away.

"Thanks Harry" I blush. He grins again and opens the passenger door of his car for me and I climb in it.
We drive without saying a word for a few minutes. The silence between us is starting to become very embarrassing until he finally speaks.

"Are you ok today ?"

"Yes don't worry, I got some rest"

"Great" he turns his head towards me and I feel myself blushing when his deep gaze meets mine.

"I wanted to ask you... How did you find my Twitter account ?"

"I searched for key words like "Harry", "spill", "wine" and immediately found your tweet"

I smile at his explanation. It's hard to imagine Harry doing searches of someone who he doesn't even know the last name of.

"I actually was surprised to see your Twitter account"

"Why so ?" I try to meet his gaze but it's focused on the road.

"I thought you would have a fan account. I expected to see myself as your icon and tweets about the band. I mean, I expected fangirl things, like hysterical tweets about meeting me and all" he chuckles and I join him.

"I'm not like this. I'd never have a fan account. That would be way too weird"

"How so ?" He frowns

"Well it would be weird to create a fan account for a guy you have a crush on. Imagine there's that girl you work with and you have a secret crush on her but you've never really talked to her. Would you create a fan account about her, with her photo as an icon and tweet about her all the time ? I don't think so, unless you're a creep." I giggle

"I see... So you have a crush on me then ?" He smirks. I realise that I said more than I should have and cover  mouth with my face, totally embarrassed. His eyes finally meet mine and he looks at me with amusement.

"Don't blush, it's fine"

He holds his hands towards me and grabs mine to remove it from my face.

"Ok... That was awkward" I giggle, trying to change the embarrassing atmosphere that came between us.

"You're so..." He makes a pause and focuses on the road again, a frown on his face. I raise my eyebrow and wait for him to continue. But he remains quiet.

"So what ?"

He frowns again then looks back up at me with wide eyes as if he forgot he was in the middle of a sentence. Then he takes a breath and locks his green eyes into mine.

"... Different"

"Different ? Me ? I'm the most mainstream girl on the planet" I shrug and look through the window.

"Well, I don't really know you, but from what I saw you seem pretty different from every other girl I've met. You're actually the first girl to treat me for who I am and not because I'm Harry Styles from One Direction. You're not intimidated to buy me a drink, you didn't ask me for a picture or a signature when we met, you're not hysterical or in tears, you didn't even cry at the show yesterday and you don't have a fan account. And it's nice because when I'm with you I feel like a normal guy, not someone important and famous."

As he speaks, I turn my face towards him and stare at him. His gaze is focused on the road again but immediately drops into mine when I speak.

"Wow I don't know what to say... Thanks I guess"

He chuckles and offers me a wide grin that I give him back.
We don't say a word during the rest of the ride and I can't stop playing his words in repeat. Different. I don't feel like I'm different, I mean I'm just being myself, a normal 18 years old student trying to figure out what she's going to do with her boring life.
Or maybe that's the thing, I'm different because I'm being myself. After all, so many people are trying to be different that maybe the real difference is to stay yourself. I giggle at how deep my thoughts are and Harry stares at me with a frown, confused.

"Here we are !" He exclaims as he parks the car. I look through the window and see a beautiful big white house with a lovely garden and about twenty cars parked in front of it.

"Wah that's huge ! Is it your house ?"

"Yes. Well actually it's the boys's and mine."

"Oh I didn't know you were all living together !"

"Ah, finally something you don't know about me !" He smirks and I giggle "Actually, we try to keep it away from the media to save our privacy. Otherwise, the fact that we all live in the same house would appeal too many fans" he answers before a voice shouts behind us.

"Harold ! I see you brought your new friend"
I turn around and see Louis stepping towards us, a pack of beer under his arm.

"Hey Lou', this is Charlotte"

Louis gives me a small hug and I shyly wrap my arms around his waist. I'm very intimidated to meet him for the first time. He's very warm and tiny with crinkly and shining eyes. He smells like soft cigarette smoke and beer but it doesn't bother me. And he has bony little shoulders but once again, not in an uncomfortable way.
Louis is someone that I really appreciate. The first time I saw the boys in the video of What makes you beautiful, I had a crush on him. Now my crush is Harry but Louis is still one of my favourites. He's always so sparkling and in a good mood.
He's the kind of person that can make you laugh every time of the day, however you feel.

"Have fun tonight and enjoy the party love !" He says, pulling back and smiling again before walking towards the house.

"Let's go ?" I say turning towards Harry. His eyes meet mine and he immediately grins at me, revealing his dimples.

"Let's go."

He surprises me by taking my hand and leads me inside the house

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