Remedy | Harry Styles

04

I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend the next month sobbing in my bed. I haven't heard from Harry at all, and I'm telling myself it's only because he forgot to get my number. I followed Harry's twitter recently and watched a few videos of his tour, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made the wrong decision.

I didn't tell anyone about what happened that night either, because the more I replayed the events in my head the more it hurt. Melanie and Rosa bothered me for all of the details, but I told them that I had gone home after they had left and fell asleep without texting them.

I'm slowly starting to understand why so much of the world is in love with Harry. It hurts too much to think about how I could've been living my dream because to him, but instead, I'm here. Danny could tell that I was feeling off, but I tried to act as normal as possible around him.

When I feel my phone vibrate from underneath my pillow, I don't think much of it. But then it starts to vibrate a lot, and I find myself feeling a small spark inside myself that I hadn't felt in what feels like forever. I grab my phone quickly, sliding up to open in.

harry_styles started following you!

My heart rate went high as I noticed people began following me right afterwards, and then I got another Twitter notification. But this time, it was from my Direct Messages.

Harry: ALINA

Alina: Harry???

Harry: Oh my god. Is it really you?

Alina: Haha, yeah

I tried to keep my cool but I was so excited that I could feel my hands begin to sweat. I sit up in bed quickly, trying to slow my breathing as I wait for his response.

Harry: Prove it's you. You don't have any pictures on your account.

Alina: you offered me a spot in your band sweetheart

Harry: ALINA MY LOVE.

I'm smiling ridiculously at my phone, and I shove my head into my pillow so I can scream without waking up anyone that was sleeping in the apartment. I then look at my phone to see Harry has already sent me anything message.

Harry: My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. FaceTime me NOW.

Without hesitation, I quickly type in his number, and then hit the FaceTime call. After two rings, Harry picks up. I can tell that he's in a hotel room somewhere. His hair is a soft brown, and he smiles at his phone screen with tired eyes.

"Hey," he says breathlessly.

"Hi," I say, quickly getting up to go into the bathroom so that no one would be able to hear me. I sit down on the floor, shoving a towel by the door so the sound of my voice wouldn't travel through the small apartment.

"I'm an idiot." Harry groans. "I can't believe I didn't ask for your number."

I chuckle quietly. "It's okay. I followed you on twitter but it took you a while to notice." I tease him.

"Hey," he drags the word out. "I didn't see it."

"So, what's up?" I ask. "How are you? How's the tour going?"

"It's okay, everything's been good." Harry nods. "And how are you? How's your family?"

"The usual," I tell him, moving a piece of hair behind my ears. "Everyone's asleep now."

"Can I tell you something?" Harry asks, a mischievous smile on his face. I nod, returning the same look. "I'm in New York."

"You are?" I say, trying not to sound too excited. I didn't want him to know that I had been secretly obsessing and waiting for this moment for the past month.