Let's just go... (One Direction)

Texting

“Oh my fucking god! That was so intense,” yells Niall. We’re at a pizzeria next to the complex.

“Seriously! Wow, you guys are amazing!” says Zayn.

“Gah! What!” says Liam, “I’m just still shocked.”

“You were amazing,” is all Harry says.

“Silvara, please marry me! You can kick my ass anytime! Only time I’ll ever enjoy it. Just wow!” yells Louis.

“That was nothing, you should see when she’s up against her two brothers and dad. Now that’s intense,” says Molly.

“No way! Okay please let us know when that happens!” yells the boys.

“Whatever, just lucky. I should’ve had you once before. Harry got in the way. Whatever,” sulks Jake.

“Oh darling, suck it up. We can always do a rematch. July isn’t far away!” I say.

We finally left at 8 pm. Paul kept calling the boys because they had to leave early in the morning. They have a show in Long Island. They told us that they wanted a rematch next time they were here. Before leaving, Harry asked me to text him the picture of Louis.

I didn’t think anything of it. I definitely didn’t expect to see a text from him the following day.

 Good morning, I just wanted to apologize for taking that shot from you. I don’t know what got into me. I just wanted to protect you. Believe me I know you can handle yourself, I saw it myself. But I just had to do it. You kicked ass, and I know you would’ve won even if you got him. Anyways, thanks for the picture.

I respond: 

Oh, no worries. He would’ve lost either way. I apologize for snapping at you. I’m not used to that. Usually they throw me to the wolves, so I guess thank you. Good luck at your show!

He responded quickly:

Thanks! Love this job! So why are you so good at paintball? Are you secret CIA?

And from there we text back and forth about my life and family. Super military family and of course I got dragged in because I wanted to be like my brothers. He asked what I wanted to do with my life and told him about my plans for medical school and traveling. He asked me where for both places and I honestly don’t know just yet. He talked about his mom, step dad, and sister Gemma. He said Gemma would absolutely adore me, and that I’ll have to meet her. He’ll have her come play at our rematch (I guess it’s going to happen). 

You’ll have to train me in your ways. Louis won’t stop talking about you, if he found out I was texting you, he’d probably kill me. Josh wants to see you in action, he’s our drummer. He says he’s pretty bad ass in everything. I’d love to see his face once you kick his ass. The shows about to start, I’ll text you after.

I just responded with a good luck.

He doesn’t text me after the concert. 

Whatever. Why would he text me? He’s Harry Styles, from One Direction! I’m just Silvara, military brat from America. Why should I care.

I sleep in until noon on Wednesday. I didn’t have to go to the hospital. I dedicate the entire to studying for the MCATs. Physics will be the death of me. I swear. Hours go by and I don’t look at my phone until 7 pm. I have 14 texts from Molly, she’s bored at her uncles Law Firm, a couple from my parents, one from Sammy saying that I have to take her to ice cream at 8. And a surprising text from Harry. I read everyone’s and answer theirs and save his for last.