Resolution

Three : Saffron

Three : Saffron

My sister would not shut up about One Direction the whole drive home. I was glad she was happy but there was only so much talk over how hot Harry Styles was one could endure. Not that I didn’t agree or anything because I did. Harry was undoubtedly good looking and he had been exceptional with Coral, which gained him brownie points in my books.

It took a lot of nagging from Coral but I eventually allowed her to play their Midnight Memories album and when Story Of My Life played, I was taken back to Harry singing. I’d been fixated before I forced myself out of the fan girl state. I’d never knew he could sing like that, I always used to think they were weak but tonight they’d proved me wrong.

When we got home, dad was there. He scooped Coral up into a hug and apologised to the both of us. I merely shrugged, too tired to argue. We discussed meeting One Direction and he asked if I was a blubbering mess. I deadpanned and told him meeting celebrities wasn’t a big deal to me unless it happened to be someone huge.

Before he could say anymore, I went up to my room. I had a hot shower then changed into my flannel pyjamas. After brushing my teeth, I hoped into bed and fiddled around with my phone.

Realising it would be 7am in Paris and my best friend Darci would be awake, I quickly called her. She picked up almost instantly and I greeted her in French. I’d become familiar with the language and I could speak it almost fluently. Living there for three straight years could do that to a girl. For a solid half hour, I recounted my time with One Direction in English because it was easier. Darci was a huge fan so naturally, she freaked out insanely especially when I mentioned all the cute moments Harry had with Coral and how he was super nice.

When I eventually got off the phone with her, she was one jealous friend, happy for me but jealous all the same. She made up stories of us meeting again and falling in love but I think that was her wanting to live vicariously through me.

I looked back at the photos I took of the day with sleepy eyes. The ones with Harry and I did look kind of cute. I fantasised that we looked like a couple just as any other teenage girl would do. I looked at the photo of Niall and I and smiled too because Niall was a funny guy. He put me at ease almost instantly and it was amazing to see just how normal these guys were. My perceptions of them had definitely changed, for the better too. They weren’t snobs and they didn’t think they were better than anyone. It was cool.

I went to sleep that night dreaming of good-looking British boys. It was a nice dream.

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In the morning, I repeated the same process of getting Coral ready for the day. As we drove to her school, I found myself thinking about Harry. And when I was driving home, my mind wandered back to him. It was as if I was infatuated with him. I felt like a pre-teen in her first relationship except I wasn't a pre-teen and I wasn't in a relationship. Maybe this is what being a fan girl was like because I didn't really like him. I mean, I'd only met the kid once so maybe I just liked the idea of him. He was good looking and kind after all. The fame thing wasn't an issue, I'd come across a lot of famous people and we have celebrities that were close with mom and stuff so it wasn't a big deal.

When I got home, I took my laptop to my design room; a room dad had set up for me. I played some music in hope of getting my mind off things but I soon found myself stalking Harry's twitter and Instagram. I was curious so I justified it as stalking a boy just as you would stalk a boy you liked in the real world.

I came across his concert post from the previous night and to my surprise, Coral had made the photo collage along with pictures from the concert and of fans. The tag line read "Awesome concert last night! Great to meet some fans, especially this little gem Coral!"