Texting Harry Styles

Jonah

At three o'clock I decide to call Harry, I know he's on break now and I may have to tell him about the lie I told my mom.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?!" He shouts down the phone, I laugh at his mean girls reference. Come to think of it, Harry would make a great Regina George.

"I have a problem," I start, thinking of how to explain.

"What kind of problem? Can you not come to the show?" He asks hastily.

"No,no. It's nothing like that, I may have told my mother that I have a boyfriend called Edward Cullen and she wants to meet him tomorrow night." I rush out, waiting for his response.

Harry bursts out laughing, I frown, confused by how funny he thinks this is.

"Edward fucking Cullen?" He snorts, practically dying of laughter. I roll my eyes and crack a smile, starting to see the funny side of it. I have a fake boyfriend called Edward Cullen. Edward fluffing Cullen.

"Yes! She asked me his second name and it's the first thing that popped out of my mouth! Don't laugh, it's serious! What am I going to do Harry?" Harry stops laughing and clears his throat.

"I have a friend, his names Jonah, I could ask him if he'd be your fake date. Just for the dinner obviously. I'd go but obviously I'm not Edward Cullen." He chuckles lightly and I consider the offer. A fake date. Might as well give it a try.

"Do you think he'd really do it? It's just for a couple hours," I say hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm sure he will. He owes me anyway. He's coming to the show tonight so you can meet him there backstage." I grin and sigh in relief. That's the weight lifted off my shoulders then.

"Thankyou!"

"No problem, well uh- I gotta go. Breaks over, I'll see you tonight. I've let security know you're coming."

"See you tonight," I hang up and get up from the bed, we're supposed to be leaving the hotel today and I still haven't told my mom about the one direction concert tonight.

Technically she can't not let me go, since I'm a legal adult and all. But she can refuse to drive me, and I can't drive, especially with the whole 'driving on the other side of the road thing' I have no other way to get there.

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"Mom!" I call, making my way into her room. She's packing all of her things into a suitcase, Leah is sat on her bed, typing away in her phone, legs swinging back and forth.

"Yes honey?" My mom asks, looking up at me.

"I have something to ask you," I start, awkwardly standing in the doorway. I have no idea how to approach this.

"What is it?"

I bite my lip and consider lying or just telling the truth. But if I tell the truth I know there'll be a lot of questions, like how I got tickets to see one direction again, who  I'm going with, etcetera etcetera.

"I have a friend in London who's asked me to go and have some drinks with them tonight, and I have no way of getting there so I thought maybe you could drive me?" I ask, my voice fading at the last few words.

Mom raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Does this friend in London happen to be your boyfriend Edward?" I nod quickly.

"Yes, it is. My boyfriend. Edward. Edward Cullen."

"If I drive you how are you going to get home? Or I suppose you'll be staying with him?"
I think for a moment, how am I going to get home?

I mean, I could stay with Harry but we haven't known each other that long yet.

"Edward will drive me," I say simply, my mom nods her head slowly.

"Fine, I'll drive you. What's the address?" Shit.

"Well actually, Edward also bought me tickets to see one direction so we're going to go together and then get some drinks. So could you drop me off at the arena?"

"How strange! Of course sweetheart, I'll drive you. But don't be coming home at three am and waking everyone up!"

"Course, thanks mom." I give her a tight hug and ignore Leah's stares.

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Lana: transport, sorted out woo

Harold: woo

Lana: I have no idea how I'm getting back tho, do  tubes still go late at night??

Harold: there's no way you're getting at a tube at twelve at night, you could get fucking mugged.

Lana: don't think I could handle the muggers?

Harold: no I'd just feel sorry for when your mugger ends up in hospital for you beating the shit out of them.

Lana: nice recovery there Harold ;)

Harold: ty ;) anyway you're not getting on the tube, I'll drive you

Lana: but won't you be busy?

Harold: Lana banana I'm driving you

Lana: thankyouuuuu

Harold: you're welcome ;) so, what did you tell your mum?

Lana: I told her I was going to see one direction with my boyfriend Edward and then we're going out for drinks

Harold: you're not exactly lying that much

Lana: I guess so. Harry I gotta go, my moms making pack all my things up. Ugh :(

Harold: see you later alligator 👋

Lana: in a while crocodile 👋

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