Delusion

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Chapter One

     I follow my mom through the line and take a spot next to her, patiently standing while she looks over the menu. Coming to Malibu on Sundays for fish and chips almost became a tradition for

us, but it always went bad when the afternoon ended the same way. She would order tons of food, in hopes that I just might eat, but due to my stubbornness and the guilt, I couldn't put more

than one fry and half a fried fish in my mouth.

     The wind is blowing softly and because we're at the beach, the weather is cool, but still hot. People are chattering with each other in the line and others are either picking up their food from the 'Pick Up' counter or finding a place to sit. I take a look in back of me, barely catching my mom's words suggesting that I maybe try something new this time, when someone catches my eye. My eyes bug out a little and I try to concentrate hoping that I am not hallucinating. I quickly whip my head around and lean in closer to my mom.

    "Mom," I whisper urgently to her, lightly pulling on her sleeve for her attention.

    "What?" she asks looking at me confused.

    "Mom," I whisper again,"It's Harry Styles."

    "What? Where?" she asks quickly, almost as if she were a bigger fan of his. Though, it was expected considering all I spoke about was him and his band mates.

    "In back of us," I whisper, trying to take a look at him again.  

    All of a sudden, she laughs loudly and throws her head back. "Well, what are the chances?" she giggles. "Go take a picture," she says lightly shoving me towards him.

    "What? No. I'm nervous, I don't want to bother him," I tell her shaking my head.

    "C'mon," she says quickly and out of nowhere I'm being pulled out of the line and towards the back.When I walk up to him, he's talking to the person next to him, whom I'm assuming is his

friend. He notices us and I give him a smile, hoping he won't be freaked out.

    "Hi Harry," I say shyly.

    "Hi love," he says with a smile of his own.

    "Can I get a picture with you please?" I start to say, when my mom cuts me off and decides right then to embarrass me.

    "Oh! She's a huge fan! You should hear-" I cut her off by elbowing her in the arm and giving her a look with wide and pleading eyes, begging for her to stop.She gives me a small smile and 

shrugs apologetically before Harry nods his head and says, "Sure," with a smile showing off his white teeth. I giggle to myself before sliding in next to him and passing my phone to my mom,

hoping she'll take a good enough picture. His hand rests in the middle of my lower back, as I feel his curls softly tickling my forehead when he lowers his head to his right side. All too soon, 

my mom snaps the picture and I turn to say, "Thank you."

     Realizing that our spot has now been taken in line, my mom and I decide to stay where we are in the line, which is in back of Harry and his friend. 

    "Oh, this is my friend, Cal," I hear Harry introduce to us, leaving me rather surprised that he might be starting a conversation.

    "Hi," I say with a smile to the all too familiar man standing next to him, while my mom shakes his hand. 

    "Do you guys come here often?" Harry asks us.

    "Yeah," I nod, "Almost every week," I continue to say, shaking my head with a small laugh.