Mental

Oblivion

When I arrived home, I sat down on my couch with a loud sigh and placed my bag beside me. I starred at it, wondering if I should call Harry or not. I didn't want to be desperate and call him as soon as I got his number, so I decided to wait and call him some other time. He seemed like a nice guy, but every nice guy I've met has turned into a dick. Maybe I should just throw away his number and forget I ever met him. I don't know? He seemed to have a lot of interest in me.

Why me? I thought to myself. Nobody really shows a lot of interest in me, so to have someone as decent looking as Harry show interest in me I automatically tell myself it's a joke. It had to be a joke. Why else would his mates be teasing him like that? It wasn't a "Harry-has-a-crush-on-a-girl" kind of tease; it was more of a "let's-make-her-look-like-an-idiot" kind of tease. It has happened to me in the past. Slowly, I stand up and walk upstairs to my bedroom to change. I was currently wearing dark-washed jeans with a white, over-sized knitted sweater and my brown leather combat boots. To match, I had on an army green knitted scarf and burgundy beanie. I had left my naturally curly hair down. I picked out my plain black leggings with a plain grey, short-sleeve pocket t-shirt and my black and white Nike tennis shoes. After getting my things together, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ding, Ding!

As I finished drying my hair and getting dressed after taking a shower, I looked at my phone to see that I had received a text from my best friend, Holly.

Ding, ding!

It was another text from her.

Ding, ding!

All of her texts were about that Harry guy that I had met in the park today. I didn't understand what the big deal was about meeting a random guy in the park. I read through her texts, and she was freaking out about a picture of me and Harry that had gone viral. Apparently, the picture was all over the internet, but why?

"Why didn't you tell me you met Harry Styles?!" her texted read.

"What are you talking about? Who's Harry Styles?" I asked her, confused as to why in the world this Harry Styles guy is so important.

"I can't believe you just asked me who Harry Styles is! Are you living under a rock?! He's only a singer in the band One Direction! Get yourself together, Mia! You met a worldwide famous singer from One freaking Direction!" she angrily answered.

I still didn't understand what the big deal was, but then again, I don't really listen to that kind of music anyways. My favorite singers and artists are Birdy and Alex & Sierra. I walked back downstairs and fixed myself a mug of hot chocolate with seven small marshmallows. As I was taking the first sip, there was a loud bang at my door.

Bang, bang, bang!

I jumped at the sudden, loud, noise and set my drink on the glass coffee table in front of me. Quickly, I ran to the door to see who it was and found an overly excited Holly jumping up and down just outside my door.

"I came over here as fast as I could because I wanted you tell me all the details in person!" she squealed, a huge smile appearing on her face.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming over?" I giggled.

"Because I wanted to get over here quicker, " she said with a 'duh' tone in her voice, pushing past me to get inside. I closed the door behind her and followed her over to the couch. I picked up my drink again and took a sip.

"So, tell. Me. Everything, " she demanded.

"Well, he nearly hit me in the head with a soccer ball, he apologized, we introduced ourselves, and that was it, " I summarized. She had an annoyed look on her face.

"Mia, I want details. Like, what did he smell like? Were his band members there? What was he wearing? Did he smile at you? Did his pupils dilate when he was talking to you? Did you get his number?" she inquired. I groaned and let out a light laugh.

"Um, he smelled like cologne, yes, a soccer jersey, yes, I don't know, and yes, " I answered, trying my best to remember the numerous questions she had previously asked me.

"YOU GOT HIS FUCKING NUMBER?! TEXT HIM, CALL HIM, WHATEVER, GIRL, JUST DO SOMETHING!" she screeched, jumping up and down the couch. Quickly, I set my hot chocolate on the coffee table to avoid making a mess and spilling it.

"No! I don't want to seem desperate!" I whined.

"Girl, you need to get over that and your anxiety and fucking text him or I will!" she threatened me.

"I might later, " I lied. I didn't want to text Harry. There were too many 'what if' questions that came with getting to know him. What if I get hurt? What if I say something wrong? What if this is just a joke? What if his fans find out? What if his fans send me hate? What if he thinks I'm desperate? What if he doesn't respond? What if he responds with something mean?

"I know you're lying. Why aren't you going to text him?" Holly questioned me, sitting back down with true concern in her face.

"There are just a lot of risks, and I'm not sure if it's really worth texting him or not, " I answered truthfully, looking down at the ground.

"Girl, you're so beautiful, and I don't know why you don't believe that. I'm sure if Harry didn't want you to text him, he wouldn't have given you his number. I can understand if you don't want to text him right now and seem desperate, but I think it might be fun getting to know Harry. I'll sleepover tonight, and we can text him together, " she replied, giving me a comforting smile.

"Thanks, but what would I even say to him?" I wondered, picking at my fingernails anxiously.

"We'll figure it out, " she answered.

"Thanks, girl, " I smiled, leaning over and giving Holly a hug.