Diary Of A Fanboy

Chapter 12 - Real Talk

I couldn't go to sleep that night, not that I wanted to anyways.

I stayed up all night pressing my hand against my cheek as I lived the most wonderful moment of my life again and again in my mind as I stared into space. I tightly gripped the slip of paper Harry gave me in my other hand as I rested it on my lap on the bed.

It was around 5:00 and I stayed in that position the whole time. Harry kissed me and on top of that, he gave me his phone number......HIS FUCKING PHONE NUMBER. I was tempted to call Liam but when I reached for the phone I remembered that I was told not to tell anybody. I knew Liam wouldn't tell, he's not like that, but I still obeyed Harry's rules. And I also didn't call him because I knew he probably had a massive hangover and didn't want to bother him.

I picked up my phone anyways but for a different reason.

To: Harry

From: Niall

Just making sure this is the right number x

I set my phone down but then pick it back up as It buzzes. Seriously Harry, do you do anything all day?

To: Niall

From: Harry

It is, what, did you think I would give you a fake number? 

To: Harry

From: Niall

Alright, alright, don't get your mankini in a twist, just making sure

I hovered my thumbs over the letters as I was tempted to ask Harry about the kiss last night...this morning....I don't know, but I knew not to, I bet it would make things uncomfortable. But, I needed to know if he did it on purpose, he was dangerously close to my lips and I can't even translate into words what I'm feeling right now. I hear a buzz and I open the text.

To: Niall

From: Harry

Is it okay if I bring you where I wanted to before?

I smile.

To: Harry

From: Niall

Duh, but you have to sneak over because my mum would question a bunch of things and I don't feel like going through that.

To: Niall

From: Harry

That's fine, I'll just turn on stealth mode, I'm already on my way x 

I jump off my bed and run to my closet, what am I going to wear? I have to look per-fect (ha) for Harry. I dig through my closet and throw clothes off their hangers until I have a mess on the floor. Ugh, I don't have anything decent to wear. I know it's not like we're going on a date or anything - I wouldn't mind if we were - but I wanted to look presentable next to Harold and all his sexiness.

I finally pick out an outfit and throw it on: A white shirt with 3 buttons at the top, I button the bottom two but leave the top one unbuttoned. Black chinos and white supras. I also styled my blonde hair into a quiff. I smiled into the mirror and ran down the stairs. I was about to run out the door when someone called out.

"Where are you going?"

I sigh and turn around slowly, drooping my shoulders as my mom crossed her arms in front of her.