We were dancing, laughing, prancing on the hotels double bed. I never thought I would fall in love with a star, I never thought I would look at Harry as a lover, a friend, not a celebrity. Those times I spammed him on twitter, I was glad I had, or else we would have never talked, I never thought he would reply to my first snapchat, but he did, and it continued, longer than i thought it would, It continued for months and months, everyone thought I was a fool, no one believed me, but I didn’t care, because after all it was one less thing I had to open up about.
I was so scared to meet him, the flawless, fanbased, overly loved, Harry Styles, meeting the ordinary me. It seems almost impossible he would think the same.
But we met, we hung out, we had fun, for the week he spent in Adelaide before his concert was the best week ever, I took him exploring, in the most non existant places, to the world that was. These places were the places only I knew of.
As i continued exploring with him, he saw bits and pieces of myself I had never shown anyone.
After sneaking around, I lied to parents, and was spending the last night in adelaide with him in the hotel.
We snuggled up, watching The little mermaid, curled up in his white sheets. I was that betrothed to the movie that i didnt realise Harry was looking me that whole time. He lent in, and looked at me, and then went for the kiss.
I could not return it, i moved my head out the way, looking disappointed he turned back, and we continued to watch the movie gasped by the awkwardness inbetween.
I was to scared to kiss him, today he would be here, tomorrow he would be travelling in the world, hugging, kissing, a million other fan girls. How could I know that I, an ordinary girl, was the person he wanted?
I fell asleep in his grasp. Straight away as i woke up the next morning, I moved quietly to another room, where I saw Liam gazing out the window while drinking his morning coffee.
I crept up and sat with him, and saw how dull the view of Adelaide is. I expected it to be like the movies, seeing the whole new york skyline, but it wasn’t like that. Liam started a conversation and we talked, and discussed how i felt about Harry, he changed my mind about things. I helped him out with a problem of his own, then went to go play just dance.
Unexpectadly; as i danced i felt a hand on my waste, turning my head, and seeing harry flash a smile at me, we said our good mornings, and just laughed and danced in our pajamas. I was happy this was going to be my last major memory with him.
I hugged him goodbye, and tried to seem happy he was going and not shed a tear. He seemed disappointed.
He left. They all left, the band members, the instrumentalists, the backup band, the security. I wasn’t allowed a lift to the airport, the fans were not to know about our fling.
I watched from the window as screaming girls ran after their cars.
I watched him drive away.
I realized it couldn’t end like this.
I went to the airport, hundreds of girls everywhere, security everywhere, from what i heard One Direction had not approached their flight yet, but just as I heard that the crowd got louder as i realised they just had walked through the door.
I ran, trying to push against the aggressive crowd, just so I could see Harry one more time. So I could tell him that I liked him, a lot.
The airport security did not understand, they sworn they had heard the same story a million times before, and thought I was just an obsessed fan.
So, i kept pushing against the girls, until finally i could see flashes of his hair as he walked in the barrier. I ran, shoved, pushed, until I finally go to the barrier.
He was already a few metres away from me, I tried jumping over but the security would not back down. I screamed out his name, one time, two time, three times, then four. It was useless.
Until he decided to look back and saw me, he tried to go back but the security was holding him off because they knew he would miss his flight, but he didnt care, he knew i would only be here if it was important.
I tried to get over the barrier, but only managed half way before security was pulling me back, Harry pushed through the security, and was yelling at them to let me go towards him. He refused to enter his flight unless they did so, so they did.
I flipped over it and ran as tears started swelling in my eyes, I jumped on him, kissed him and then cried into his chest. He just stood their, stroking my hair and holding me.
I looked at him and told him I liked him, and that I would miss him, and to not forget me, with tears in his eyes, he gave me one last hug and kiss, and told me he’ll see me soon enough, the security took us both away from eachother. We parted our ways.
After that we never crossed paths again, we weren’t allowed to, paparrazi was always at my door, as following him, the stories of us werent ever to be expressed. All i had from me and him, were letters, printscreens and polaroid pictures, which i was not ever allowed to show to anyone
