Strong (A One Direction fan-fic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Visitor POV- Madison

I was jolted awake by imaginary fingers. I gasped for air, my shirt clinging to my back with sweat. Closing my eyes, I tried to forget about the nightmare. The nightmare is always the same, me and my aunt and uncle are flying on a plane when the intercom buzzes on. Attention everyone, please locate the oxygen masks above you. Nobody panic, the atmosphere is just thin of air currently. Repeat, please locate the oxygen masks... I smashed my teeth together and ran from the hotel room, grabbing a key card as I exit. It wasn't just a nightmare, it was my story. What really happened to my uncle and aunt. They were two out of the hundred people that died. And I was one of the twenty that lived.

I  shivered as I thought about the nightmare, but shrugged it off as I closed the hotel door behind me. Then, I realized that I didn't know what time it was, I didn't have my phone, and I didn't have an excuse for why I was out in the hallway in the  middle of the night. Or whatever time it was. Just then, I heard someone in the hallway coming towards me; running. I dove into the nearest closet (which was full of clothes, surprisingly) and inched up in the corner. I held my breath as I heard the footsteps get closer. Thump. Thump. Thump thump thump. THUMP! The footsteps landed right outside the door and stopped. I squeezed my eyes shut and held onto my plushie cat that I brought along. Then the door opened and a large figure stepped inside. I nearly jumped out of my skin as it slumped against the wall next to me. I was about to say something, but a crowd of girls (from their voices) rushed past the closet, shouting One Direction's names. I immediately perked up. One Direction? Were they outside? I listened some more, and eventually the crowd moved on. After a couple minutes of silence, I shifted my position because a shoebox was digging into my leg. The figure turned its head towards the sound, which were I was sitting. Great. Breaking the silence between us, I took a deep breath and started talking. "Um, hello, I'm sorry to disturb you; I'm Madison Miller," I said. Oh, great. What did I just do? What if this figure is some creepy dude and I just gave my full name out to him? The figure only shifted. It seemed... I squinted in confusion. Nervous?

“Um, you probably know who I am by the sound of my voice, and.. well-”

Of course I knew who he was! I probably watched every youtube video in the history of the world with him in it; Harry Styles. And now I’m sitting in front of him in a closet at one in the morning. Or whatever time it was. Mentally I was flipping out, and I was going to say something, but I choked and made a gasping sound. He must’ve heard it, because he took out his phone, sticking it in a coat pocket above us. Instantly the room was illuminated with a blue glow.  He stared at me. Like, staring for a full minute. Maybe he was staring at my eyes. I got tons of compliments about them by people I’ve met in the past. For example:

“Hello, I’m Madison Miller. I hear you’re my mom’s co-worker. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, hello to you too, Madison. I'm Mrs. Keller, and by the way, you have very pretty eyes."

My eyes were chocolate brown with gold flecks in them. Also, if I was upset, the gold would dull to a light brown. My mom said her eyes were just like mine when she was my age. Anyway, I didn't think there was enough light for him to see my eyes. But, maybe he was looking at my pjs! What do British people wear for pjs in Great Britain? I've never been, so I don't know.

"I like your shirt," he joked. I looked down and groaned silently. I was wearing my Harry Styles pj top with matching sweats that had a "1D" pattern on them.

"Thanks," I joked back. "He's my favorite member of One Direction."

He smirked. I think I just died. Or maybe I am already dead. Maybe I should change my status.

☐ alive and breathing

☑ dead RIP

He looked at me for a couple of seconds. Then, he grinned at me when he saw that I was holding my cat stuffed animal.

"Do you like cats?"

"I love cats, they're my favorite animal," I replied, hugging TGIF.

"Does your cat have a name?" he asked, gesturing to TGIF.

I blushed. Great, now he's going to think that I have no head with a name like TGIF. "Actually, his name if TGIF," I said quietly.

He laughed. "After your favorite restaurant?"

I shook my head. "Actually, no. But I do like TGIFriday's. They have good food. I got TGIF when I was six; my friend Kara won him from a claw machine at TGIFriday's over the summer. It was Kara's idea to name him that."

Harry smiled. "Is Kara also a cat lover?" he asked. "Because I'm a cat lover. Oh, by the way, I'm Harry Styles," he said. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier."

"That's ok," I smiled and shook his outstretched hand. "And, yes. But Kara doesn't have a cat, but Abbie, another friend of mine, does. Her name's Sparrow. She's actually in the hotel room with us," I said. Harry looked pretty excited, so I invited him over. "Do you want to come to our room?" I asked. "I mean, if you have plans that's fine, and-oh, I shouldn't be inviting you over at like, one in the morning. You need your sleep and-"

"No, I'll come," Harry interrupted with a smile.

"But what about the boys? I-"

"No no no, you're fine. I want to meet the other cat lovers, and your friends," he said, grinning. He pulled me up off the floor and ushered me outside, grabbing his phone from the coat pocket as we left.

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Hey everyone! :)

Sorry for the weird updates... In this chapter, my computer lagged or something and it deleted half of this chapter, and I really wanted to punch the stupid screen, so now I will type it on Microsoft Word and upload it so IT WON'T DELETE half the fan fic that I wrote. SO yeah!! I hope your fan fic writing adventures are more fortunate than mine.