One Journey, the Final

Chapter 12:

WARNING: You might possibly hate me after this chapter.

                One night, very, very late at night, Harry called me. I was in the middle of flossing. Just as I was reaching for my back molars, practically gagging myself, my cell phone rings. I quickly floss the last tooth and look at the caller ID. Of course it says Harry, who has the “decency” to call me at two o’clock in the morning. Then again, the time zones are different. I beamed with a smile.

                “Hey Harry,” I said casually, trying not to sound like a desperate maniac.  

                “The band is going to be on the Hot Jams TV Show!” he practically screamed through the phone.

                “Daryl Jams?!” I screamed, equally excited. I screamed so loud, I could hear it echo through the house. Sometimes, it can be a bit scary, all alone in the big house. Of course though, I like to scare myself, so I’ll make myself walk down the stairs in the dark of the night sometimes.

                “That’s the guy!!” Harry yelled.

“How exciting! When?”

“Tomorrow!” He declared happily.

“Well, I’ll be sure to watch it!” I said, getting ready to hang up. I was so tired.

“Goodnight, love. I can tell you’re tired,” he said dreamily. I smiled stupidly.

“’Night.” I quickly hung up and jumped into my bed. I would have to be the good girlfriend and watch the show tomorrow. It would be exciting.

                “It’s good to have you here Harry. We’re all big fans! Love the band—love you!” Daryl said, welcoming Harry to the show. They had just finished the big group interview after Louis had finished the interview with an astonishing, ‘I’m craving some energy juice. And I think I see Kevin over there. Let’s go.’ Now they were now doing individual ones.

                “Thank you Daryl. It’s great to be here.—” he started to say, but Daryl interrupted.

                “And all these hot fans of yours?!”

                “Yes, yes. They are all quite nice,” Harry said casually.

                “Well, first thing I’ve got on the list is to ask you some questions from your die-hard Direction-ers,” Daryl said, grabbing a list of questions.

                “First question was sent in by Mrs1DLiam, and her question is, ‘What is your favorite memory from your first tour?’

                “Oh that’s a good question. Um, let’s see.  Oh I’ve got it. One time, the boys and I were so tired that we got five different liters of our favorite sodas. We each got our own, and we had a chugging contest. Paul had to keep a bucket by us. Niall won. Of course, but you wouldn’t imagine the sugar overload that happened afterwards.” Harry said, reminiscing.

                “Ok and this next is from, DiehardDirectioner, and it says, ‘What is your favorite country to visit?’” Harry quickly replied,

                “Oh that is definitely a hard one! Each country is so beautiful, it’s like picking a favorite child.”

 The conversation quickly changed after that.

“So Harry, we’ve obviously seen you with many beautiful women. We don’t even have to get into the details about that. But, the past few weeks, we’ve seen you with someone we don’t really know. Reportedly her name is Annabel Price, a well-known architect. Leonard, put up the photos so all you Direction-ers can see this….ah, girl,” Daryl said. Harry’s face looked a little nervous. In HD, I could see beads of sweat popping up around his eyebrows. This would be hard to explain. I dug deeper into my popcorn, butter caked to my nails. I knew at some point this would come up, but I’d never pictured how he’d say it. A picture of me with Harry walking together at the park came up on the screen. Harry and I were holding hands. It was a bit odd to see myself on TV though. My heart quickened, and the focus came back to Harry and Daryl.

                “So, tell us Harry. Who’s this girl Anna?” My lips narrowed. I hated being called Anna.

                “Actually, it’s Annabel. She hates being called Anna. We met at a Charity Ball about seven months ago,” Harry said calmly.

                “Yes I’m sure you did. But that’s not what we want. That’s not what your fans want,” Daryl said excitedly.

                “Uh…what do you want Daryl? Backstage passes? I can get you those…” Harry joked lightly. Daryl didn’t laugh.

                “I want to know what you are doing with a girl like that? She’s nothing like Caroline,” Daryl said, almost getting out of his seat from the anticipation.

                “True. She’s nothing I’ve ever wanted—” Harry started to say.

                First, let me say, that while he had said that sentence, I had just placed a popped kernel into my mouth. And when I heard that statement, I nearly choked. I coughed on the kernel, and it got stuck in my throat. Had I heard that right? After nearly doing the Heimlich maneuver, I rewinded the TV. I couldn’t have heard that right. I stopped at the part and listened intently.

                “She’s nothing I’ve ever wanted—” Harry started to say.

Nothing compared to those sharp words.

                “What!?” I screamed at the TV. Daryl cut him off.

                “—Wait, she’s nothing you’ve ever wanted?”

                “Well no, I meant to say—” Harry tried to explain. At this point I was standing up in front of the TV, waiting for Harry Styles to clean up the mess he just made.

                “I can see what you mean Harry. I mean, honestly, you’re the bad boy-type. We all know that, and you don’t need to hide it. This…girl. She’s nothing like I expected to see you with.  She’s…boring. And let’s face it; we all expected to see you with some hot beach babe who parties and has gotten into trouble. Anna’s nothing like that,” Daryl said, again cutting off Harry. But Daryl said all the words that Harry didn’t need to. I wasn’t who he wanted.

                 “Why?” I screamed, throwing a phonebook at the TV. I missed by three inches. My heart sank to my stomach.

                “Have you forgotten everything?!” I yelled, watching him rip at all the memories in one episode. I wanted to tackle him, but I knew it was pointless.

 “…But, she seems like a nice girl. Hey, you’ve just seen Daryl Jams and his bro-friend Harry Styles, the 1/5 of One Direction, now taken,” Daryl said, cutting to commercial. Tears were already flowing, but now they came hard. Like big raindrops. I felt them crash into my hands. I raced to my bedroom, slamming the door. I crashed into my bed, choking on my own pain. I hid underneath the covers, and I cried out all the pain and suffering I was going through right now. You are nothing I’ve ever wanted! Rang through my mind, each time worse than before. I clutched my stomach, feeling every emotion hit me like bricks. I screamed, not even bothering to do it in a pillow. I lie there for hours, each second like an eternity. After about twenty minutes of screaming, I lost my voice. The white hot pain now turned into a sappy breakup song feeling. You are nothing I’ve ever wanted. Teased through my mind.

Note: All username and memories are fictional.