You're My Destiny - discontinued

Chapter 48

"Are you gonna talk or keep staring at me like that?" I ask after a couple minutes of silence on Keith's accord.

"You're shitting me right? How the hell is the Harry Styles your boyfriend?"

The look on his face tells me he does not believe a word I'm saying.

"He's not 'the Harry Styles,' he's just Harry."

"He is the most famous person in the world right now. I don't believe you."

Out of everything that comes out of my mouth, he chooses the one thing I'm actually being truthful about to accuse me of lying.

"What do you mean you don't believe me? Who do you think you were talking to on the phone? Did you not hear the accent on the phone?"

"Oh yeah, I see how that fits. I just can't believe it. How did you even meet?"

"After his concert."

"...And? That's it?"

"That's all you need to know."

No one needs to know our story. That's for me and Harry to know, and for nobody else to find out. It is our little secret; the unplanned nights spent together, the bickering over silly little things, asking each other questions just so we could understand each other's soul, the countless text messages and so many more fond memories I know that I am in danger of losing forever.

Keith's eyes widen and his mouth parts, the look of realisation and guilt taking over his features. "Holy shit, I just talked to the Harry Styles." His breathing starts to accelerate. "Why the hell did you let me cuss out Harry Styles?! Now he's going to hate me!" He pouts.

I'm pretty sure he already does. "That's not true," I lie.

"You think?" His face lights up. And he believes me when I lie. Maybe he is as dumb as a initially thought, I shouldn't have given him so much credit. "I can't believe I just talked to Harry Styles."

"I take that you're a fan?"

"Hell yeah!" He admits abruptly but quickly covers his mouth. "Don't tell that to anyone, I'll get so much shit for it."

Shaking my head, I let out a small chuckle. "You have my word."

He nods in gratitude as well as relief. I hate that. I hate that people feel ashamed of liking One Direction; everyone is entitled to their own likes and dislikes without getting teased for it.

"Oh my God I just talked to Harry Styles. Oh my God Harry Styles knows my name. Holy shit... I just hung up on Harry Styles!!" He smacks his forehead in embarrassment and regret. "How could you let me do that?"

"Would it have made a difference?"

"Of course it would! It's Harry Styles!"

I also hate that he would treat Harry differently just because he knows that he's famous. Harry is just a normal person with an abnormal job, with the voice of an angel, eyes of diamonds, soft pink lips, luscious curly hair, tanned skin, soft fingers, muscly arms... Okay. Get a hold of yourself Beth.

"Well what's done is done. And would you stop calling him Harry Styles? It's weird."

"What am I supposed to call him?"

"Oh I don't know, how about Bob? Or Luke Skywalker?" I say in a mocking voice. "Call him Harry of course!"

"Harry," he tests. "No, that sounds weird," he cringes.

"Well you better get used to it because I don't think I want to be friends with you anymore if you don't," I tease, but deadly serious. A sly smile creeps onto his face and his eyes crinkle at the sides. "What?"