The "Biggest" Fan (EN)

12.

I flipped the package around in my hands, trying to get the faintest clue about what it could be. If this is a bomb, I'm going to be really disappointed in myself for opening it.

"I don't know, it's for you. Probably some lost Amazon package or something," Lottie shrugged, still glued to the TV screen, not even bothering to look up.

I took the package to my room. Receiving stuff you forgot you ordered because the delivery took forever is kind of like opening Christmas presents. You have no idea what's inside, and by the time you open it, you probably don't even need it anymore.

But this didn't look like some online order package, and when I opened it, it was clear that's not what it was.

The first thing that caught my eye was the bright cyan fabric, but I grabbed the paper thing from the top first. It was a Christmas card, and it made me rethink of all the old lost relatives that could've send anything like that. Then I looked at it more closely. A Christmas tree, snowflakes, typical Christmas stuff, and then — wait, a reindeer with a bagpipe? It was so absurd, cringey, and even borderline offensive that I didn't even want to open it. But at least I now knew who this was from — no relatives from Scotland, that's for sure.

I flipped the card over and just couldn't believe my eyes.

Dear kebab buddy,

I know you asked for a postcard, but nobody sells them anymore (shocking, huh). So, you'll have to enjoy this the most hideous Christmas card I could find.

Also, since I know how big of a fan you are of my music, I thought I'd surprise you with the merch of your most beloved artist, aka Me. It's the finest stuff that's sold here, so be grateful.

Happy Holidays,

You know for sure who it is so I'm not writing it.

I unfolded the T-shirt, ready for the cringiest merch I could possibly imagine. Super bright colors, and hearts floating around the big, bold 'HARRY STYLES' font. I couldn't stop laughing. It was just too funny to be real, I couldn't believe Harry sent this to me. This guy just kept outdoing himself when it came to surprising me.

The only thing I wanted to do now was find Harry on Facebook and message him, 'WTF?' But I hesitated.

His profile had millions of followers. Does he even manage it himself? And what if it wasn't even his real profile? He might not even see the message...

I stared at the screen for a few minutes before finally pressing 'Add Friend,' then quickly typed a message.

Me: Oh my god, this is so awful I can't even believe my eyes.

I put my phone down. Harry probably wouldn't see my message, but I felt like I had to react somehow. After all, he sent it to me.

"What's so funny?" I heard Lottie's voice from the other side of the door. I hadn't realized I'd been laughing out loud this whole time.

"Uhm... Nothing, just Jake sent me a funny meme," I mumbled quickly.

"Oh, okay, I thought it was about the package."

"No, just some guitar stuff I forgot I ordered," I lied. I wasn't sure why I lied. Lottie would probably be happy to know that Harry and I were finally on good terms, but it felt a little too weird to tell her that Harry had sent me this. I didn't want to explain her the whole situation.

My phone buzzed. I grabbed it quickly.

Harry: As I see, the delivery service works way quicker than I expected.

Harry: And I'm really offended you called my face awful :(

Me: Don't worry. It looks better in person.

Harry: My face or the T-shirt?

Me: The only way the T-shirt fits with the word 'better' is 'you'd better hide it before my eyes file a restraining order.'

I waited a few minutes for a response, but Harry was offline. Well, I was surprised he even replied. I decided to go downstairs, where I could hear Lottie playing piano. I wondered what she was preparing for her concert.

"Is Nora coming to the concert?" I asked as she stopped playing. I knew her relationship with her friend wasn't going so well right now.

She sighed and lifted her hands from the keyboard. "Honestly, no idea. She hasn't replied since the last time we talked."

"It's her fault, not yours. Obviously, she's just jealous you're getting opportunities to perform," I said, trying to comfort her. I never liked that girl, but she and Lottie had been friends since academy days.

"Well, I'm fine without her," she shrugged, though her sad eyes said otherwise. "I've got enough friends who don't cause drama."

"Friends like...?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You," she said, and my look made her clarify, "Fine, Harry then."

"Harry? A celebrity? Being friends with him must be tough," I teased.

"But I like him. I think he likes hanging out with me too. He said he's thinking about putting a piano part in his new song and asked if I'd want to be the one to play it," she smiled.

"Huh," I said distractedly as I heard a message come through.

Harry: Speaking of things that hurt eyes...

Harry: My eyes are going to file a restraining order against Viktor if I keep seeing him after three pints of Buckfast.

Harry: *Photo of a man standing on a bar table with his arms raised, looking wasted.*

Me: I thought you went there to sing, not to get drunk in bars :D

Harry: You have no idea haha.

"Tell Jake that I said hi." 

I quickly looked up from my phone to Lottie, confused, "Oh, right," I mumbled and turned my eyes away from her.

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Harry: You sleeping?

Me: No, I'm out cliff diving. Want to join?

Harry: Can you settle a bet — do I look better in blue or green?

Harry: *Two pictures of him, not too sober, with different fluffy scarves*

Me: Why don't you try leopard print next time? Neon pink, f.e.

Harry: Rude. And unhelpful.

Me: Fine, green. And stop texting me at 1 a.m. asking for fashion advice.

Harry: I knew you'd come around.

Harry: Also, another question...

Me: Goodnight, Harry.