HARRY
" What are you doing out here? Walking your latest escapade out?" Liam joked walking up with his groupie girlfriend glued to his hip.
After Corie left I stayed out front for awhile. I had never struck out with a girl, let alone twice. It was bothering me. " No I just needed some air," I answer.
" Oh, how was your date?"
" Ehh, it didn't go so well. She kinda ran out on me...again," I laugh.
"Tell me you didn't do the same thing you did before."
"Shut up with your 'treat women better' talk Liam."
"Not everyone is like--"
" Don't you have a girlfriend to screw?" I ask visibly irritated. Leave it to Liam to bring up the past.
" Whatever, make it better jerk."
"Yea, yea," I complain reaching in my pocket for my car keys.
When I pull up in front of the home I picked her up from I realize I don't know what to say to her. I already apologized and here I was about to do it again.
A guy who looked like those annoying Abercrombie & Fitch models answered the door. I assumed he was Blondie's brother since earlier Corie mentioned this was her house. Did he have a thing for Corie? Is that why she fought me off? Twice. Knocking those thoughts to the back of my mind I ask if Corie is inside. He tells me to wait a moment.
A little while later she steps outside in flannel pants and a white t-shirt. Her make up is gone and her hair is pulled away from her face. I got so caught up in her beauty for a minute I forgot why I was there.
" What do you want?" she asked coldly.
Oh yea, I was here for that. "I know you probably don't want to see me again and I get that, but I wanted to apologize for my actions earlier. I don't know what came over me."
" We've hung out twice and you did the same thing. I'm foolish enough to hang out with you twice and you tell me to put out or get out. You're disgusting Harry---"
Wow. "I didn't mean that, I was just mad."
" You brought up the essay I wrote last weekend, did you even read it?"
Hell no. "I didn't have the time..."
" Yea just like I don't have the time to cry over a guy I don't know. Remember Harry, you're a stranger to me, I don't know you. You said it yourself. I thought maybe it would be worth it you know, getting to know you but I was wrong. You're a pig Harry. You use your fame to sleep around with women and you take advantage of how they feel about you as an artist. I don't know how many have fallen victim to your crap, but I'm not them and I never will be. So thank you for the pizza and the awesome conversation but this is the last time I wish to see you," she says closing the door in my face.
CORIE
"Feel better?," Tyson asked as I leaned on the door.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Ehh the whole time. Some strange guy shows up on my door asking for my little sister and you think I'm gonna leave?" He smiles as I walk over to him and give him a hug.
"Hey what's going on in here? Get off of her Ty," April's voice boomed as she entered the house.
" Shut up, alright I'm out of here," Tyson says letting me go and heading up the stairs.
"You staying here tonight or you going back to campus?" April asked him referring to USC.
"I'm leaving in a few."
" Good," she says sticking her tongue out. "Hey you, what's going on I just saw Harry pulling away from the house."
" It's a long story, let's make some hot chocolate and watch Powerpuff Girls."
" Oh boy," she sighs following me into the kitchen. After we add marshmallows to our drinks we head upstairs. April changes into a long t-shirt and puts on Powerpuff Girls. "Okay spill."
I tell her everything about how competitive he is, his weird sense of humor, his love for horror movies, how he wishes he can play guitar, his love for muscle cars...I basically told her the good things I knew about him, which surprisingly took longer than I thought.
By the time I got to the end of the story April was just as confused as I was. " So he asked you out again just to try and get into your pants again?"
"Basically. I guess he believes that's all there is to me."
"Well we both know that's not true, maybe that's just all there is to him."
" Yea, maybe," I said not really believing it.
HARRY
"Dammit!" I yell hitting my steering wheel. Visiting Corie didn't work out the way I wanted it to. She obviously wants nothing to do with me and I guess I should be relieved. But I wasn't. I just don't understand her and I needed to. She was like a loose end to me. I hate loose ends.
Dialing Ryan, our contest coordinator I waited for him to pick up the phone. " Yes Harry," he answered obviously half sleep.
" Listen, I need the essay from the contest winner from the show about a week ago."
" I'll have it tomorrow morning."
" No I need it now."
" What?"
"I need it tonight, I'm on my way to you," I say as he reluctantly agrees. Because she wouldn't talk to me this was the only way to try and understand her.
After retrieving the essay I sat in my car with the light on to read it. My phone rings and it's Niall.
" So she gave you another chance and you ruin it?" he asks.
" Word travels fast, huh?"
" Yea Liam just told me everything."
" Liam doesn't even know everything," I spat reminding myself to kick Liam in the balls for being annoying. "Look, I'm trying to fix it now. I gotta go," I say hanging up and opening her letter.
There are millions of people who believe they deserve to meet One Direction. I use to be one of those people. I thought because I was 'their biggest fan' that was reason enough. However, for everything they have done for me I don't know if I deserve it. I wouldn't even know where to start with thanking them for giving me my smile back.
A few years ago I lost my mother to cancer. We all knew it was coming but it didn't make it hurt any less. Then it was just my dad and I. He was a good man before his alcohol addiction. It's been eating at him for years and I'm sure he's not the guy I once knew.
Because my dad was always behind on rent we got evicted from our beautiful brownstone apartment. I didn't complain to anyone but the place we moved to made me almost slip into depression. I barely ate, slept and I never smiled. Then what makes you beautiful was released. I would play that song on repeat and for that moment escape the terrors of my reality. Life didn't hurt when these 5 guys were singing and joking around on TV. Before long I was smiling again and dancing. Any time things got hard I would sing their songs in my head and I swear I was flying. No one could tell me otherwise.
Like many Directioners I hate choosing a favorite, but if I had to I would say it's Harry Styles. He's hilarious, passionate, silly, kind and when he sings I feel like I'm on stage with him (I sound like a dying cat when I sing though).He has a way of connecting to the fans and we don't feel so regular, so ordinary. Sounds a little cheesy but we feel extraordinary. Yea, that was cheesy.
If by some miracle I win, I would carry the memory with me for the rest of my life. There won't be any more 'sad days'. I won't allow it.
