Happily Never After *One Direction Fan Fiction*

Chapter 5: Crazy Girls

Meanwhile... At The Bar With Aurora.....

Aurora's Point of View

"Umm, hi." I said and immediately dropped my eys to the floor.

"Hey." He replies back and plops down in the seat next to me. He holds out his hand, I guess to shake and make a truce, but I don't move, and instead I notice that his hand is really big. You could land an air plane on those things! One of his fingers is about the length of a pencil and as thick around as one of those big crayons they give you in kindergarten. He just has huge hands.

 You're probably wondering who this ominous "he" is... so... it's Harry. Harry Styles of One Direction. You know, the curly-haired one that has like a bunch of solos instead of Niall and Louis? The one who dated Taylor Swift and that one old chick? The one whose sunglasses were crushed by yours truly? Yea... that Harry Styles.

For an excruciatingly loooonngggg time no one spoke. It was silent. Time stopped. The pope died. The Great Wall Of China crumbled. Even God himself said, "Gee, this is really awkward."

You get the picture. Hopefully.

"So... I er... didn't know you drank." He says, gesturing to the drink in my hand.

"Oh, uh, no... It's Cherry Coke." I respond and shift uncomfortably in my seat, "How about you? I didn't know you drank either." I say, barely acknowledging until now the tall bottle of something that looks a whole lot like a beer bottle.

"Yea. I drink to relieve the stress, and other things on my mind. It's very tough being a superstar and everything."

So, this guy has billions of dollars and millions of girls chasing after him. I wonder what he could be thinking of. Maybe wondering how many chicks he could fit into a limo. Or maybe he's trying to find a cure for cancer. Either way, we'll never know, will we? I guess this guy is just a mess isn't he?!?

"1. Alcohol will completely destroy your liver!

 2. How can you have anything on your mind? You have enough money to pay people to think for you!

and 3. It  should be really easy being a superstar considering the fact that you can have anything you want at the snap of your freakishly large fingers!" I yell at him and wave an accusing finger at him.

"I'm just kidding! I don't drink! Geez, this is ROOT beer."  He yells back at me and suddenly I feel like a really big jerk. Or a really big idiot. Honestly it could go either way at this point.

"Oh." Is all I can say, without stuttering or mumbling  or stumbling, or screwing everything up. But I think I've already managed to ruin everything/ Maybe I could still get an autograoh or something...

"So, uh. Can I er... You're really... I wanted to know if erm... I... gahh...." Harry mumbles and rubs the back of his neck nervously. For a fair amount of time.

"Use your words," I snap at him.

"Can I have your number?" Harry looks up at me and runs his hair through his fingers. 

PFFFTTT!!! Lemme get this straight. Harry Styles, being the total jerk that he is, wants me, Aurora Colston, to give him, Harry Styles (A.K.A. Jerkface), my, RORY, number, from my tiny, itsy-bitsy, ancient, phone. 

"HA! Are you sure you want little old me, the one who pummeled your glasses, to give you my phone number?" I question him, placing a hand on my hip for emphasis.

"Yes." He answers.

"Well, then, no." I state simply.

"What do you mean, no?"

"When I say, "NO," I mean NO!" I fling my hands outwards.

"What could I do to make you change your mind?" Harry stands up and looks down at me, still sitting on the bar stool.

"I just don't really like you, I say, "You're really mean."

"And you're a just trip to the park aren't you?"

"Yes, of course I am."

"I-I was being sarcastic...." Harry's vouce drops.

"You were? I hadn't noticed! You're really bad at sarcasm, you know."

"Well will you tell me your name?" Harry pleads, and I decide to give in, but maybe just one more joke.

"Marry. Mary Poppins." I say and smile.

"Nice to meet you Mary, I'm Harry. Harry Styles." He smiles back, his dimple prominent on the side of his cheek.

For a while we stare at each other. Not really knowing what to do next. I, for one, have no clue what I'm doing. I sigh. If only I were Vanessa, and knew what to say to boys, and how not to make everything awkward. 

So I'm pretty sure Mary Poppins isn't your real name," Harry speaks first and breaks the tension between us. Thank God. I thought I would have to actually contribute to the conversation for a second. "If it's not, which I'm pretty sure it's not then, what is your real one?"

"HE"S OVER HERE!"

"WE FOUNND HIM!"

"HARRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Screams come from the lobby and bounce off the walls.Feet pound on the floor and grow louder and louder. It's like what a tsunami would sound like if it was made of screaming fangirls.

"Oh no." mutters Harry.

In a split second I'm on the floor, being trampled on by unknown weirdos. Sounds strange, doesn't it?

I crawl out of the crowd, and when my hand finally touches carpet instead of a pair of Converse, I stand up and dust myself off. Whooooo. That. Was. Crazy. And One Direction has to deal with this basically everyday. Pffft, I could never do that. I barely survived that fangirl apocalypse you just witnessed.

I suddenly remember Harry.

"Harry!" I call out, but I know he can't hear me. Security guards march in and disperse the still loud crowd. (I RHYMED!! LOL)

"HARRY!" I scream, "It's Aurora..." I drop my voice into just a whisper. 

"My name's Aurora."

A/N

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