Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 04

Chapter 4:

Harry’s POV

             I was shocked and surprised. It was as if she didn’t know who I am. That’s not possible… Is it? After all, I’m Harry freaking Styles! Who doesn’t know me? I don’t know how to explain this to her…

            “Look, I can’t leave this car,” I told her.

            “Why can’t you? Just open the door and walk yourself out.”

God this girl is really annoying me.

            “Have you ever heard of One Direction?”

            “Have I ever heard of them?”

            Then I saw a light of recognition appear in her eyes. She looked out the window and said, “Well Harold, there’s your fans. My stepsister’s in that crowd waiting for you and your band mates.”

            Finally she’s cooperating with me. But what do I tell her?

            “Erm… Well you see, ever since we had this incident in France, we can’t really go into crowds without security. So, can we just like, kind of –uh—I dunno, just sit here and wait?”

            “Dude, no! I don’t care who you are you can’t just go around sitting in stranger’s cars!”

            “Maybe we won’t sit! You can just show us around town, go to the middle of Hollywood, something! Please, I’m begging you.” I said, doing an impression of what I hoped was a hopeless little boy.

            Then her cellphone rang. Rolling her eyes when she looked at the number, she answered and murmured words like yeah, okay, sure.

            “Shit, well there goes my excuse,” she muttered under her breath.

            “Excuse me?” I asked a little too innocently.

            “Well my plans for the day just got canceled.”

            “Excellent! I’ll just tell the boys to come in,” I exclaimed, “Lads, enter the car!”

            “Woah woah woah woah!” she yelled with a scandalized expression, “I never said I’d be your chauffeur! What the hell?”

            Ignoring her question, I just played along. “What’s your name, chauffeur?”