Harry Styles: Real Person [BOOK ONE]

Chapter Six: The Call

Harry was drying himself with a towel when his cell phone started to ring.

He looked at the screen, confused. The number wasn’t in his contacts. Usually, being famous and all, he didn’t answer unknown numbers in case some crazy stalker got a hold of his number.

He was about to hit decline when he made the connection. Mary. She was calling him.

He dropped the towel and almost threw his phone across the room in excitement. He managed to catch it and press answer on the last ring.

“Hello?”

“Oh, hi Harry. It’s Mary. I didn’t think you were going to answer.”

“Yea, sorry about that. I was in the shower.”

“Oh ok. Well uh…”

“Yeah so…what’s up?”

“Nothing I was just, you know, running some errands.”

“That’s cool then. How was your day at the hospital?”

Pause. “It was good. Busy, you know? How about you?”

“Good. Lots of PR work. Met some really cool people.”

“Yea cancer patients, they’re the coolest.”

“Definitely. So uh…”

“Yea?”

“I was just wondering, you know, since you aren’t from around here, if you’ve been to any good restaurants yet or anything like that but you probably have because you know there wasn’t any food in your house so you’ve probably been eating out a lot so that probably wasn’t even a good question so I should just-“

“Did you just try to ask me out?”

Another pause. “I guess so maybe.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes let’s go out.”

“Go….out?”

“On a date?”

“Right, right. A date. With me.”

“And me.”

“Right. A date…with both of us.”

“If you don’t want to then that’s-“

“No! No I do! I want to go on a date with you.”

Pause, a little laugh in the background. “So will you pick me up tonight then?”

“Tonight yes. 8 o’clock?”

“Sounds good. You know where I live.” The line went dead.

Harry pulled his phone away, looked at it, then slid down the bathroom door.

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“A fucking date?! You’re going on a fucking date?!!?”

“Val, it’s really not a big deal. I’m 20 if you don’t remember.”

Mary was standing over the half unpacked boxes of clothes, looking for something suitable to wear. What did people wear on dates anyway??

“Yes, you’re 20. And you haven’t been on a date in your life so yes, it is a big deal.”

Mary turned to look at her sister “just because none of my exes took me on first dates doesn’t mean I’m some kind of shut-in cat lady.”

“But…you are!”

“I’m going to get dressed now, good bye Val” and with that Mary shut the door on her older sister.

Valerie was right though, this was a very weird situation. Mary just…she didn’t do dating. It wasn’t her thing. She’d had various boyfriends in the past, but it wasn’t like she liked any of them. They were just…necessary. For multiple reasons…

She put this thought out of her head. She didn’t want to deal with that pain right now. Not tonight. She wanted tonight to be a happy night. She never had too many of those, but she could sense that this would be different. Something was changing.

She pulled out a box from the corner of the room. It was marked “Nice clothes and shit”. That should do.

The first thing she spotted was a purple skirt that she was pretty sure used to belong to Valerie. It was fitted at the hips and then flowed out. She put it on. It fit.

There were no shirts in the box, only dresses and skirts, so instead she went back to her regular clothes box and pulled out a nice gray tank top, tucking it into the skirt so that it was tight.

In the fancy clothes box were sparkly black heels, the kind that you could only see a bit of your toes in. She put them on and made a mental note to paint her toenails every once in a while.

When she looked in the mirror to do her makeup she decided she didn’t hate how she looked. She threw on some mascara and lipstick, filled her purse and put on her leather jacket before heading out of her room.

Valerie was standing in the kitchen. “Holy crap. You’re a girl.”

“Shut the fuck up Val” she said, half serious.

“Fine well, I’m leaving anyway” she said as she was walking to the elevator. “Have fun on your date.”

“Whatever” Mary said. She loved her sister; she just hated how much Val underestimated her.

“Don’t get pregnant!” Val screamed as the doors shut. Mary rolled her eyes and went to get a glass of water. She was feeling nervous suddenly.

As she was washing the glass out she heard the elevator doors open.

“What’d you forget—“

She turned around to see Harry standing in her living room. Wearing a white dress shirt and a vest with black pants that looked more expensive than her entire wardrobe. He had his hair cut which made him look a little softer, a little younger and not as intense. (A/N attached pic ;3)

He was so good looking.

He was looking her up and down and smirking while she took in the sight of him. “Ready to go?” he asked after a minute.

She smiled and led the way to the elevator.

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