"Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?" Rebecca asks in a calm soothing voice.
"Uh, not great" I respond back. "Where am I?"
"They said you might not remember. Thats okay, I can catch you up, are you feeling up to a storytime? It's a good one" She smiles at me. A genuine smile. It's comforting at least having her here.
I begin to question some other things as well. "They?"
"Oh right, the paramedics." She says as if it should be so simple.
I sit up a little straighter, "The paramedics? Rebecca, what happened to me?"
"Well, a lot, actually. What do you remember? Anything?"
"I remember feeling dizzy, sitting down to eat some fruit snacks and— I feel silly even saying this but I feel like I remember Harry talking to me from the stage? I am probably making things up aren't I?" I still have no clue what is going on, but wherever I am, looks like a dressing room of some sort and I can hear commotion outside the room.
"Oh! So you do have some memory of what happened, good." Rebecca seems pleased I remember some things and not at all taken back by the fact I just said that THE Harry Styles was talking to me from stage. I mean come on. That's not normal.
"So basically your sugar levels dropped and you didnt know it until it was too late and you were passing out. You and I were dancing and singing along in the pit at Harry's concert when it happeed. Harry noticed you and asked to make sure you were okay. It seemed like you weren't understanding him and you looked extremely pale so I immediately asked for help"
My head is already hurting and trying to wrap my head around what happened to me is not helping. "Harry paused his show until the the on site paramedics/security got to you and gave you an injection of glucagon(this is necessary to raise an unconsious persons blood sugar) Once they got your levels back in normal range they let me come in and see you".
"I— wait, I have so many questions...am I in the hospital then?" I ask assuming thats where I was taken to, although this certainly looks nothing like a hopsital.
"No, and if I tell you more you have to stay calm I don't want you getting worked up"
Why on earth would I get worked up? "Come on just tell me"
"You and I are in Harry Styles dressing room"
"Good one" I force a small laugh that causes my head to throb more. "Seriously Becca where am I?"
Just as I ask the question there's a small knock on the door. Soon after a head peaks through the doorway. My jaw drops. If it could literally drop to the floor it would have. I can tell I have a lot more to catch up on than I thought I did.
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Fortunately Unfortunate - Harry Styles
Roman d'amourTiffany was the type of girl who had her life planned out. She knew hat she wanted from an early age. As she just graduated college nearly a year ago, she is thrown for a loop like never before...but will it stop her from finding and keeping true l...
