Shirley Temple

Chapter 7: 5:37 am

A few months later

My phone buzzed, taking me out of a not-so-deep sleep. I groaned in exhaustion and sat up, groggily taking the phone and rubbing my eyes to check the time.

It was exactly 5:37 in the morning.

I groaned once more and answered the phone.

"Hey, Rockstar everything ok?" I croaked.

"I GOT IN." Harry's yell of excitement waking me up. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, still too tired to process anything.

"You what?"

"I'M IN A BAND SHIRLEY TEMPLE! I'M IN A BAND!" My eyes widen in realization, jumping out of bed in excitement.

"Harry Styles you better not be pranking me!" I yell into the phone.

"I'm not, I swear! Luna, I made it!" He laughs with excitement. I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream.

"Eh Bien merde, Rockstar te regard!" I congratulate him in French.

Ever since we met last summer Harry's been telling me all about his dream to audition for the X-factor and finally, in September, he did and made it through. When we occasionally talked on the phone, he told me about everything. The lessons, the boot camps, the friends he made.

"Merci Luna! The boys are so cool and I wish you were there to meet them... and I woke you up early didn't I?" I chuckled at the way his voice quickly changed.

"It's only 5:40 in the morning... not too bad." I rubbed my eyes and lay back down. "So tell me about this band what are they like?" I ask, knowing how excited he was and how I probably won't fall back asleep anytime soon.

He rambled on and on about them.

Harry talked about how the auditions went and how they had to take classes on singing and dancing. He told me about the four other boys, Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam, and how he thought I would be great friends with all of them. I laughed at how excited he was.

We stayed on the phone until the sun woke up, her orange flare signaling that I probably should get up.

But I wanted to stay on the phone a little longer.

Harry and I lived very separate lives and didn't talk as much as we wanted to. I lived in New York City while he still lived in Holmes Chapel. I always begged him to come to visit but we knew it wasn't likely. Somehow over the year, we managed to stay in touch, whether it was through Instagram or facetime.

Something about him struck me that made me want to hold onto this friendship forever.

We rarely had the time to talk over the phone but when we did it was short and sweet. Some days we had longer ones and when he got comfortable enough he would sing to me, mostly older songs that he knew by heart like Bridge over Troubled Water By Simon and Garfunkel or Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.

His voice is truly unforgettable.

I finally met the boys when I was in London for winter break. They were there spending time on some music they were planning to release. The band spent hours practicing with little rest. I understood that and attempted to take meeting up with Harry entirely out of my trip but he refused.

"Are you kidding Shirley Temple? Are you mad? I've been non stop working and I'm absolutely in need of a break," His accent thickened as he scolded me. "Besides I want you to meet the boys." His voice softened.

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

The distance from our apartment to where they were wasn't far so I walked, taking in all of beautiful London. I hadn't been here in a while since my parents were usually here without me. Even with Paris being my favorite place, London came next with its big buildings and beautiful grey clouds.