Waiting for You (1D)

18. So, basically..

A/N: Sorry I havent updated for ages! Been really busy with school and stuff. I have the day off on Friday, so I'll be sure to stock up on chapters to upload then :) xx

18. So, basically...

Well, good news is that I am perfectly sane, believe it or not. What happened? Well, the day went on as days do. Not much else to say really...

Who am I kidding!!! This is when my life completely changed! Sit back, relax, grab some pineapple juice and pickled onions (or whatever takes your fancy) and let me tell you about the rest of what happened that day...

"Your day with 1D is almost over" Harry said as he came over to me.

"Thanks for reminding me" I replied somewhat sarcastically.

"I don't particularly want it to end" Harry mumbled.

"What?"

"Here" Harry held out his hand towards me. In it was a bit of torn paper. "Please, text me, or call me or something?"

I could feel my pulse in my throat. He had given me his number. He was relying on me to contact him.

"Um, Harry?" I said, just as he was about to go over to Georgia.

"Yeah?"

"This may sound weird, but how old do you think I am?" I asked. He smiled.

"I was going to say about 16... But you're not, are you?"

I could only shake my head.

"Younger?" he enquired.

*Insert nod of my head here*

"Thanks for coming girls! You were brilliant interviewing the boys! However, the day is now over..." The voice of a manager sounded around the room.

The boys took it in turn to give Georgia and I our goodbye hugs. My last hug was from Harry.

"Keep in touch" he whispered in my ear before we broke apart. Since I seemed incapable of verbally agreeing, I nodded again.

Maybe there is something wrong with me...

Georgia and I were each given a bag full of various signed One Direction merchandise (can I get a cha-ching!) and were led out through back doors to meet my dad who was waiting with a member of security. My dad greeted us with a hi, and we all got back in the car. The journey was filled with my dad asking questions about our day.

"Oceana, I hope I don't see you in a news articles involving that Harry" my dad said. I had been in some sort of daze before, but this woke me up.

"What?" I exclaimed; more shocked than I should have been. Did he know about anything?

My question was answered when he started laughing. Needless to say, my dad has a habit of making terrible jokes and being the only one laughing.

What a weirdo.