The Bright Side (A One Direction Story)

Chapter 4 ~ Fitting room, photo booth or kissing corner?

I'm only uncounscious for a few seconds because it's already kind of difficult to faint on a chair, but it's enough for Harry to freak out. When I wake up again after probably three seconds, he is shaking me, yelling: 'PLEASE DON'T DIE NOW, WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER AND YOU ARE GOING TO STAY WITH ME!'

'Please stop yelling, you are worsening my headache...' I mumble, rubbing my temples.

'Oh. Sorry.' He says, leaning back and sitting down on the ground on the small space he has there with a big smile. At least someone is feeling great. Whilst I try to get my shit together again, he just waits, looking up at me curiously. I'm trying to act as cool as possible, since I have already kind of failed in that in the short time we know each other, but inside my head, it just goes OMG THIS IS HARRY FRIGGIN STYLES OF ONE FRIGGIN DIRECTION WHAT DO I DO I WANNA FANGIRL BUT I CANT SHIT JUST STAY COOL LOLA so after a minute of awkward silence, I just blur out: 'Can I get an autograph?'

Well damn. So cool.

He looks surprised at first but then bursts out laughing, shaking his head and answering: 'Sure, but wont you like a picture more?'

'Um, yeeaaah, ofcourse!' I answer way too excited, making him chuckle again. I'm about to grab my phone, when he says: 'No I'll take it!' Omg. Okay. Cool. You're cool. Just breathe.

He pulls out his phone from the pocket of his black skinny jeans and tries to turn around on the small space he has, making sure I appear on the screen above his right shoulder, still on my stupid chair. I see myself on the screen and Im releaved to see that I still look pretty okay considering my situation. My long blonde hair looks messy as heck and I have a bit of dirt on my cheek and my hoodie, but my blue eyes look big and bright. I smile the widest smile I can for the picture as Harry does the same, not caring that I may look like a fool. I want to look as happy as I am to meet my idol on this picture.

The camera flashes, and then for the next photo, Harry sticks his tongue out so it looks like he is licking the dirt off of my cheek. I pull my most disgusted face and try to hold it like that without bursting into laughter. As soon as the photo is taken, I start giggling like a lovesick girl and Harry grins at me.

'Please don't post that on social media, that's so embarrassing.' I laugh.

'I won't. It's our little secret.' He winks at me smiling widly, and I immediately start blushing.

'What's your name?' He must see my cheeks have turned red, but he luckily doesn't say anything about it.

'Lola.'

'Lola? That's so cute! God that name fits you so well.' Aaaaand I'm blushing again. Breathe, Lola, breathe.

'Why are you blushing, Lola? Did I say anything?' He asks innocently whilst grinning at me and studying my face. He's such a bully.

I grin too, and I'm about to give him a cheeky answer, when his facial expression suddenly turns panicked again. He jumps up and cups my chin, lifting it up at me so he can look at me closer. Then he whipes some hair away at the right side of my face and gasps.

'You're bleeding.' He says, lightly touching the sore spot on my head wich makes me cringe. When he pulls his fingers back, they're red from the blood.

'You need a doctor. Come, there is one at the hotel.' He says, trying to pull me off my chair.

'Wait. Let me fix my hair first, It looks like a mess.' I say. I'm always fixing my hair when it's not a good time, but I don't really care. It makes me calm.

Luckily it makes Harry smile again. 'Tsss, you're such a girl.' He teases, and then he starts to move his hands carefully over my head to try and tame my hair a bit.

'And you're such a flirt.' I answer giggling, looking up at him. Harry laughs too, cupping my chin again to lift it up and look at me. There is nowhere else to look than in his stunning green eyes.

'And what do you two think you're doing?' We both jump from the sound of the voice as we see the curtain of our little fitting room has been pulled open and a woman in her late fiftys is standing in the doorway, looking at us with a severe expression on her face.

'You kids may have forgotten that these fitting rooms are for one person each room? And that they are meant for fitting instead of kissing?' She asks us sternly, but I can see by the look on her face that she is trying to hold her laughter at the sight of our scared faces.

'We weren't kissing.' I blur out, breaking the awkward silence.

'Yeah yeah, go tell that to your mommy.' She answers, now with a smile on her face.

We're still standing frozen in the same position, unsure of what to do now.

'Well hurry up, get out so I can do my job!' She laughs whilst shooing us out.

Harry quickly grabs my hand, apologizing to the lady and pulling me in the direction of the exit. When I give her a last look over my shoulder, she is still smiling and shaking her head. I swear I hear her mumble: 'Young kids in love these days...'