Maybe

Maybe - Prologue

 

‘Pass it here,’ a 6 year old boy with short, untamed curls yelled.

‘Nope,’ a slightly smaller built, though same age, girl replied, her vibrant, straight ginger hair bouncing about her head as she ran.

‘Evie, I’m warning you,’ the young boy stopped running after her, and put his hands on his hips, frowning, ‘one day I’m going to jump from my window to yours and scare you in the middle of the night.’

The girl’s face dropped as she moved her gaze from the boy to the gap between their two houses, and she weighed up the consequences.

‘Harry,’ Eve paused for a moment, mirroring her best friend’s actions before continuing, ‘I don’t care,’ her face broke out into a grin and Harry could no longer hold a grudge with her, but continued chasing her and laughing.

 

Evelyn Rogers

I gazed out of my bedroom window, a small smile dancing across my lips as I recalled the precious memory with Harry. I sometimes did this, thought of Harry, thought about our memories, thought about the happy feeling I would always experience when I was with him. Then I would wonder what his feelings were now. I hadn’t spoken to him in at least 3 months, since he came back to Holmes Chapel for Christmas. It wasn’t that we didn’t get along, or were avoiding each other, atleast I wasn’t avoiding him, but being a superstar was, in Harry’s words, ‘a lot harder than you think,’ and so his constant busy schedule didn’t really leave any time for him to be my best friend. But I didn’t mind, I know that he's having fun living his dream, and his happiness is much more important to me than how often we spoke.

There was an almost silent knock on her door. I grunted before turning away from my window, breaking away from my thoughts, and opened my bedroom door to her smiling mother.

‘You got some post Eve!’ she thrust a letter towards me. I smiled back at my mother and her happiness. ‘Thanks mum,’ I replied.

‘No, you got post that’s not bank account details or credit card bills!’ she exclaimed, as I looked at her quizzically.

‘Have you been drinking?’ I wondered aloud. Her behaviour was extremely upbeat.

‘Don’t be stupid,’ mum slapped me on the arm before continuing, ‘you never get proper post!’ I raised her eyebrows at my mother’s excitement but I was pretty surprised myself. I hadn’t received any proper personal mail since my acceptance letters from sixth forms almost two years ago. I sat down on my bed, exiting Twitter (my boredom had led to a bit of stalking of Harry, bringing on the usual thoughts and wonders about him) and closing my laptop before looking up at mum, who was still stood above me, looking at the envelope on the end of the bed expectantly.

‘Mum, are you serious?’ I sighed, ‘it’s not an Oscar nomination or anything.’

She rolled her eyes before wiping her hands on the floral print apron she had on. Must have been cooking cupcakes again. She never stopped cooking cupcakes.

‘Okay, come tell me what it is though,’ she said as she shut the door, leaving me alone again. I reached across my bed to grab the envelope before carefully opening it up, trying not to rip the paper. Having OCD habits doesn’t make you OCD. I lifted out the contents of the letter and my heart almost stopped. I instantly recognised the modest management logo, and beneath it was the all too familiar One Direction logo. My face broke out into a huge smile as I lifted out the printed tickets.

One Direction ‘Take Me Home’ Tour

Manchester Arena

Manchester, GB

Saturday 16th March

Doors open: 19:00

Show Starts: 19:30

 

I suppressed a squeal as I pulled out a VIP backstage pass from the envelope. I placed them both on my bedside table, a huge grin still on my face. As I put down the VIP pass, I noticed Harry’s scrawled writing on the back.

 

Eviiieeeee….Sorry, I had to get tickets for Gem, mum and Robin and had a limit of four so could only get you one for the 16th but I got your mum one for the matinee show to go with my mum …tell her I’m sorry, (I hope she’s sorry for me that I have my mum screaming louder than the teen girls in the audience for two shows instead of just one!) Miss you. H xxxx

 

I smiled happily at Harry's humour, setting the ticket back down and grabbing the envelope with the rest of its contents in before racing down the stairs to mum in the kitchen.

‘Mum! It’s tickets to Harry’s show!’ I practically shouted before mum span around from the mixing bowl, her mouth almost as wide as her whole face.

‘Here! You got one for the matinee to go with Anne and I have one for the evening!’ I babbled pushing them into her face.  She took the ticket out of my grip.

‘And VIP passes…I’m meeting Harry Styleeeeesssssss!’ mum squealed, causing me to let out a small laugh.

‘Go and do whatever magic thing you do on that computer to thank him,’ mum shooed me out of the kitchen and I ran back up the stairs, bursting into my room and opening my laptop. I composed a direct message to Harry on Twitter, seeing as he hardly ever went on his facebook after it had been slightly leaked recently and he had way over a thousand friend requests. Apparently his fans didn’t believe in privacy.

 

Harry! Thanks for the tickets, mum was fangirling so much when she found out you had got her VIPs…don’t let her hit on any of your bandmates... Can’t wait to see you on the 16th, only 7 more days! :-) Miss you. Evie xxxxx

 

I hit send and smiled to myself. I would finally be seeing my best friend again.

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Hey guys! I'm Savannah, I'm 16  and I'm from South London :) (thats not my real name, maybe one day I'll give that out :) )

I don't know how many people are gonna like or read this story and I'm pretty new so idk how to promote and stuff let me get that figured out.

It would be a great help if you could comment or fan or vote or something so I get an idea that people are actually reading this and I can actually carry it on :-) 

Savannah 

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