Baby Lips

Chapter 2

That phone sat on my table staring at me. Giving me every sort of evil eye you could imagine. Mocking me. Reminding me of that I was a total embarrassment to the human race. 

How could I be so clumsy? So stupid? I thought as I heard the light patter of my cat, Newton’s, paws hit the wood floors of my flat and bound up into my lap. His orange fur immediately soothed my nerves as I ran my bony fingers through it. 

The flashing lights coming from the TV playing in the room next to me caught my attention. My eyes fixated on the news anchor who began to speak, but the volume was too low that I couldn’t make out what the well-dressed woman was saying. The camera cut to a crowd of screaming girls. 

Wait. That looked all too familiar. My eyes widened as I realized it was the same crowd from earlier. I scooped up Newton’s chubby body and sprinted to the couch where I sat immediately and cranked the volume loud enough to me to hear it. My eyebrows knit together as I listened intently. 

“Girls were seen and definitely heard all through out downtown Oxford today when the popular boy band One Direction made an appearance on a radio program.” The anchor spoke as clips of five boys began to shuffle past my eyes at lightening speed. But when a certain curly headed fellow flashed on the screen my breathing hitched and I clamped down on Newton causing him to hiss and leap off of me.  

That’s when it hit me. 

That boy wasn’t just some random douche bag that was trying to get girls in the middle of a screaming crowd of them. That boy wasn’t just some random sexy douche bag that knocked me over. That boy was Harry Styles. And those boys he yelled too, that was One Direction. 

My hand collided with my forehead with a loud smack as my lips parted. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. 

“How could I be so ignorant?” I whispered to myself. “How did I not recognize that face?” I swallowed although my mouth seemed as dry as a dessert. I reached out for the glass of water that sat on my coffee table and chugged the rest of it, trying to keep my mind busy from the white piece of technology that was haunting me from the table to my right.  

I snatched the phone, staring at it for a minute before knitting my eyebrows together in a fit of growing determination and pressed the center button lightly with my thumb. The same drunk boy, with the same drunk middle finger popped up and I slid the unlock button. I was surprised that it didn’t have a password lock on it.  

I know if I were a pop star, I would set a lock. Don’t want your phone falling in the wrong hands... 

Dozens of apps and flew in from either side of the iPhone.