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"Yes, Dad. I've paid my bills." I groan into the phone while trying to slip my shoes on. "Yes, they're caught up." I lie, eyeing the stack of bills on the kitchen counter.

Dad continues on lecturing me about 'living in the real world' for approximately ten minutes. I stop him. "Da-dad. I have to get to work."

I struggle to my feet and hang up on him when he doesn't stop speaking. I grab my apron and head outside to Drew's car. He waits for me outside of his car and smiles when he sees me rush out of my house.

"Hey, Em!" He exclaims, opening the car door for me. He shuts it and hops into the car, pulling it from its parking state. He starts down the road. "How are you?"

"Tired," I laugh. I rub my eyes, trying to rid them of sleep. "Didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

"Middle console." He states with a smile, keeping his eyes on the road. "Caramel frap with extra whipped cream."

A grin makes its way onto my face and I snatch the drink from its holder. The smell of caramel swirls into my nose, causing me to hum. "Thank you, Drew." I say sweetly, dragging out the 'e' in his name.

"Anytime, Em." He says quietly, turning down the road where Magnolia's is. There is another crowd of girls surrounding the entrance.

"Why are there so many people here?" I ask in disbelief. "The diner isn't even open yet."

"Two words," he sighs, pulling into the alley behind the diner. "Harry Styles."

My brow arches as he parks the car. "The dude that was staying at the hotel?"

"So you stalk him too, huh?" He cackles, unbuckling his seatbelt. I shake my head and laugh, following him through the backdoor.

"No, I asked some girl that was standing outside of the hotel what was going on." I explain to him as we make our way to the kitchen. I pull my hair into a ponytail.

"Ah. I See." He slides on his hairnet. He looks behind me and shakes his head. "Marge is about to open, you better get some people seated."

I turn my neck and groan, throwing my head back. I end with a sigh and look at him. "Yeah.."

Without another word, I stride out of the kitchen. I pause as soon as I see the familiar face. No one should even be in here right now.

And it hits me. How stupid can I be? Harry Styles.

I just roll my eyes and open the door, allowing people to pour in and surround his table. In the moment, I felt bad for him. But, it kept the customers busy.

So, I start to seat the adults who are actually here to eat and take their orders.

Once I start to take meals out to tables, girls are being escorted back outside by security. And soon enough, they've all gone outdoors.

How popular can this guy be? I've seriously been living under a rock. I should probably get WiFi.

I head to his table and notice he is once again zoned out. I clear my throat to gain his attention. His eyes flicker towards mine in surprise. "I didn't expect you to be here."

"Yeah?" I shift my weight and pull out my clipboard and pen. "Why's that?"

"I figured you'd be in school." He adds, pushing his hair back.

"I'm flattered," I laugh. "I graduated six years ago." He looks even more taken back as I explain. "Would you like to order?"

It takes him a moment to respond before he murmurs out a quick, "Yes. Sorry. Just a blueberry muffin today."

"No coffee?" I ask him while scribbling down his order. He mumbles 'no', so I look at him with a smile. "I'll be back with your muffin. Hang tight."

I saunter back into the kitchen and poke Drew in the side. He jumps in surprise which makes me giggle. "Yes?" He winks, swirling around to look at me.

"I need a muffin."

"A muffin?" He asks. I nod. "Singular?"

"Yep."

"I'm on it." He assures me. "I just gotta make some batter." He says, more to himself this time as he looks around the kitchen for something.

"Okay, thanks." I make my way to Marge's office and lightly tap on her door before swinging it gently open. She sits at her desk, her back hunched over as she focuses on a book. She doesn't seem to notice my prescence, so I knock again.

She slowly looks up and pulls her reading glasses off and smiles when she sees me. "Hello Em." She greets, putting her book upside down on the table. She spins her chair around to face me. "What's going on?"

I stab my thumb backwards, aiming it towards the outside. "Do you have any idea of what's going on out there?"

"The girls?"

"Yeah, the girls."

"Oh!" She says loudly as if she realised something and just smiles. "It's Harry. He's quite the woman's man, huh?" She teases.

"Heh. Yeah." I nod, leaning against the doorway. Her green blouse blows underneath the fan in her office. "What's so special about him?"

Marge stands up and stretches her back and waddles to me. "Well, he's a singer, dear."

"A singer?" I ask in surprise. Now I feel even more stupid not knowing who this man is. I love music.

"Mhm. The best around," she says plainly, looking out her office door. "Did you get his order?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Blueberry muffin?" She questions, the wrinkles by her eyes are apparent once more.

"How did you-" I stop myself mid sentence. "Nevermind. His order is probably ready. Sorry to bother you."

"It's no problem." She laughs and waddles back to her desk as I get his order from Drew. I set the muffin on a saucer and take it out to Harry.

He smiles in delight once I place it in front of him. Two dimples appear on each side of his cheeks. "Enjoy." I say blandly and start to walk away.

"Wait." His voice rings. I turn and face him, questioning in my eyes. "Would you like to sit down?" He gestures towards the empty chair in front of him.

I sigh with a smile. "Sorry, I have to work." I decline. He looks around the room and let's out a chuckle once he looks at me.

"There are like three people here." He states, a grin still evident on his lips. I look around and purse my lips. He's right.

And as if a miracle happened, Marge pokes her head out and states, "You can just go on break since we're not very busy."

I smile sweetly at her and say, "Okay." Whilst dragging the 'a' out. I turn cautiously to Harry and watch his lips twitch into a victorious smile.

"Well, since you're on break..." He hints, looking back and forth between me and the chair.

"Yeah. Of course." I fake smile and slide into the chair. It becomes quiet, only the sound of Drew cleaning fills the room. I decide to break the ice. "Looks like you have a lot of fans." I say lightly, looking out the window.

"Those girls? I don't know why they're here. I definitely don't have fans. Why would I have fans?" He lies and adds an awkward laugh.

I turn to him. "Sounds like you're quite good at singing," I add. "At least that's what I've heard, Harry."

I can tell that he's trying to hide his fame but it's hard to when a crowd of girls follows you everywhere. He sighs, "You're a fan?"

I laugh, "Hell no." He frowns at my reply and I recover myself. "I mean- I didn't really know who you are until like five seconds ago."

"Marge?" He asks, shaking his head with a smile. I nod. "Yeah..." He becomes quiet.

"So, why are you trying to hide it?" I ask, adding, "The fact hat you're famous. Or are you pulling some Hannah Montana shit?"

This causes him to laugh and he shakes his head. "No, no. It was just...strange seeing someone who didn't know me. I don't come across people like you often. I didn't want you to change your perspective on me."

"Consider my perspective not changed." I laugh. His eyes sparkle as the sunlight shimmer across his face. My stomach twists. "So, where are you from?" I try and make conversation to ignore the feeling in my stomach.

Harry and I talked for an hour before he had to go. When he went, I cleaned up the diner while tons of questions filled my head.

He's handsome and you know it, Em. I ignore my creeping thoughts and put my earbuds in to distract myself, but my thoughts are louder than the bass in the music.