Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Crap. Crap. Crap.

            This isn’t happening.

            Harry Styles isn’t about to be at my house in ten minutes to pick me up for a romantic date.

            It’s just too surreal.

            I was running around like a crazy woman. I managed to straighten my hair (only burning myself four times from panicking) and pick out a nice outfit (with Stevie’s help). It’s a nice baby blue blouse with some denim skinny jeans and my jeweled flats. Harry didn’t even tell me where we were going. It’s in the middle of the day, so it can’t be dinner. I don’t even know how to dress, and it’s just stressing me out more. This is my freaking idol we’re talking about. My savior. The boy that really wasn’t there, but felt like he was the closest person I had. He was thousands of miles away, but he was still the only one able to make me smile. Him and his four best friends that make up the infamous boy band; One Direction.

            I then heard a car door outside. My heart faltered, feeling as if it had stopped multiple minutes, when in reality, it was only a few seconds. I skittered to the window, peering out the curtains to see an amazingly handsome Harry. He closed the driver door, licking his lips as he started walking towards my front door. Holy shit. This isn’t really happening. I thought I was dreaming yesterday at the concert, but the events keep coming. I still feel like I’m sleeping.

            The doorbell rang.

            Shit. Shit. Shit.

            How do you even go on a date with Harry Styles? I know he doesn’t like girls that try to impress him and that are themselves, but does he really want me to be myself? I mean, myself is my fangirl side… and well… that side can be a little crazy, if you know what I mean. Fangirls aren’t exactly the “calmest” people. Nor are they dateable.

            “Honey, you have a visitor!” I heard my Mom holler, excitement evident in her tone. I wasn’t the only one fantasizing my future. I know something between Harry and I would never work out. I’m me and he’s well… perfect, basically. Plus, he’s leaving in two weeks. It’s not like I have very high chances of him even liking me. He may thought I was adorable (how, I have no idea), but what if he doesn’t like my personality? My natural sarcastic self? What if he hates me?

            I shook my head.

            That’s the last thing I ever what to happen; my idol hating me.

            Leave me, fine. But don’t hate me.

            “Valerie!” Mom called again. “Don’t keep your guest waiting.”

            I mentally face-palmed myself, picturing Harry standing there awkwardly. My dad was probably sitting in the recliner, not even acknowledging his presence. Mom was probably on the verge of breaking out the baby photo album. Oh Jesus. I need to get downstairs to prevent that from ever happening.

            “Coming!” I called, slinging my door opening and trotting down the stairs. I froze on the bottom stair, seeing the twins talking with Harry. They were… laughing? Getting along with him? I’m sorry… Did I miss something? “Hey,” I said softly.