Saturday of a Lifetime

Chapter 1....Maybe....

It’s a Saturday morning and you wake up from a long night of partying that you don’t remember when you suddenly get a notification from your phone. It’s from Twitter. It’s from Harry Styles so you get excited and click on the notification. On his wall you see a picture of you dancing in the middle of a crowd smiling at the camera. The Post says, I need to find this girl. You quickly log onto Twitter and type out a quick tweet to Harry. You had to get up now, you were too worked up to stay in bed, you had a shower, had something to eat and brushed your teeth by the time your phone buzzed again. You checked. You got yet another notification from Twitter.

It says you have another follower and a new private message. You could feel your excitement welling up your stomach… Could it be? You don’t even hesitate in getting back on Twitter and checking. It is, Harry, he just started following you. You check your messages and just like you thought, Harry, sending you a message. You open it up squealing in delight. It read: “Where can we meet up? I miss your smiling face!” You feel your face get hot as you thought up a response. I thought very carefully of the next words I typed out. “Well, I live in Oxford Street in the first set of apartments… Apartment number 12… Just ring the bell and I’ll be down… You down for lunch?” I put my phone down and quickly ran to my closet to ready. ‘What am I going to wear’ runs through your mind. You can’t believe this is happening, the Harry Styles wants to meet you. You take out your dark blue chiffon spaghetti strap dress and walk to the bathroom. The dress was already fancy enough so you decide on something simple with your hair. You brush out your unruly frizz (tehe sorry) and pull out your straighteners.

Walking back to your bedroom to grab some perfume was when the phone buzzed again. You ran over to it without a care in the world and opened it up, it was twitter again so you gave an excited squeal and opened up your messages. “Ok, I won’t be able to come over until 3:15 though.” Harry said. You looked over to your clock. It read ’12:00’ exactly on its face. ‘Well that’ll definitely be enough time to get ready.’ You ran back to the bathroom with your perfume and started getting ready. You started with your hair, looking at it in the mirror you made a little ‘hmmph’ sound. Yeah that could be a little better. You spray in the heat protecting spray and went to work. You finish and smile at the result, you then took off your pyjamas and slip into your dress, finishing the look with some cute silver sandals. Whilst walking to your room to take a look at the finished product you got an PM from Harry again saying that he was finishing early and would be there in 15 minutes. ‘Where did the time go!’ You squealed and grabbed your bag, wallet, quickly sprayed on your perfume and sat down on the couch anxiously awaiting the message saying he had arrived. 

Before you knew it, you were sitting in the leather seat of his car, his scent completely taking over you. You had to keep your composure or you were going to regret it. Before you could think of something to say you heard him breath out. “Well, this isn’t what I expected.” You turned your head slowly to meet his gaze. You dropped your eyes quickly and focused on his jeans. “Um, what do you mean?” You ask innocently. He chuckles softly. “I expected something more awkward. But I feel comfortable with you. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.” You look back up at him and find him smiling to himself. “Really? That’s a good thing right?” You ask him, just longing to hear his voice again. “Well, I’d guess so…Ahh, we’re here. Luckily for you,” he said while he pulled over, “I’m quite the celebrity so we were easily squeezed in.” He smiled at you sheepishly and turned off the ignition. He got out whilst you wrestled with the seatbelt buckle. You know how to undo it obviously, but just the nervousness of this whole situation had you in complete meltdown mode, your hands were shaking and sweating. Before you knew it he was at your door opening it. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for second, reopened them and unbuckled yourself and got out. You look at the restaurant before you and smiled. “I love this food, I swear it’s like the best restaurant in town.” You gushed excitedly. Suddenly you realised how funny you sounded and looked up at Harry who was just looking at you smirking. “Well shall we?” He opened the door for you and both of you went inside.

You didn’t really remember the last date you went on that had been such a success. You didn’t get awkward once; you sat comfortably and talked like a normal person, no weird questions or unfunny remarks. You guys just shared witty remarks and got on like a house on fire. You couldn’t believe how relaxed you were with such a huge celebrity like him. “So, Harry. What’s it like being the apple of every teens eye?” you ask him with a cheeky grin on your face. You expected and laugh or a smirk but all you got was a shrug. “It gets really tiring, I can’t go anywhere with anyone without them getting hate.” He looks up at you with kind eyes and shakes his head. Before he could say anything else you chime in. “It’s alright, one day you’ll find someone who’ll be loved by your fans. Anyways there will always be hate, but there’s a difference between letting that consume you and just not caring.” You smile at him reassuringly.