Postcards

chapter 2

Harry’s eyes widened, as he perceived me. He didn’t avert his gaze of me, until it was his turn to give one girl his autograph. I was so fixated on Harry, that I first didn’t notice the talking boy in front of me.

“You will meet Harry soon,”  he said a low voice. I turned my head and looked straight into chocolate coloured eyes.

“What’s your name, girl?”

What was my name?

The guy raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you online?”

“Yes I am. My name is Mona,” I replied, trying to make my voice sound cheeky and confident.

“So, Mona, do you have anything I can write on? A CD or something?”

“No, but I have a shirt with too much empty space on it.” I spiced this sentence with a smile.

But the boy didn’t smile, he just kept a straight face and looked over my upper body for finding a suitable place for his autograph. He chose the part around my right hip bone and got on his knees. The man opened the black sharpie in his hand and started writing.

I learned one thing: if somebody writes on your clothes, it tickles really badly.

After he finished, I was allowed to shake his hand and he moved on.

I took a look on his writing and it said,” For Mona, a crazy and cute girl, Zayn Malik.”

His writing sounded a lot of nicer than he seemed to be.

As I raised my head, Harry’s and my eyes met for a short moment, before I turned to the blonde guy, who looked at me with a smiley face. Seeing him smile filled my body with warmth.

“Hey,” I said in a fragile voice, and after I cleared my throat, I added, “My name is Mona!”

“Hello, Mona, did you enjoy the concert?” he asked with an Irish accent while his eyes wandered over my torso. Apparently he noticed that Zayn had written on my shirt.

“Definitely, it was awesome!”

“I am glad to hear this!” He started to write on my right upper arm.

“You are cute!” I expressed exactly what I was thinking at that moment.

His smile got bigger, as he drew a tickling dot on an “I” on my arm. “Thank you!”

The boy closed his sharpie and hugged me. Before he left to the girl beside me, he said,”Well, it was nice to meet you, Mona.”

I gazed after him, because I knew, that I would look into Harry’s face, as soon as I turned around.

I blinked and remained one or two moments with closed eyes, more than you usually do.

The first thing I observed were the dark green rings around Harry’s iris.

“Hey, Mona, what’s your name?” One of his mouth corners was put higher than the other. It gave him a mischievous expression.

I grinned, which surprised me.

“Okay, where do you want me to …write on?” Harry grabbed a blue sharpie out of his pocket.

“Well, you’ve got the freedom to choose.”

“Okay then…,” he muttered, “then let’s stain your shoulder.

I had to laugh as he started to write on my left shoulder, or more the area below my collar bone.

“What?” Harry said in his very slow voice.

“This tickles very much!”

He closed his pen and then started to kittle me. I had to laugh and gasped “Stop it!” because he didn’t break that.