Hey so um long time no talk? I'm so sorry I haven't been updating any of my stories recently so I figured I would give you this gem to read while I furiously work on another chapter of They'll Never Find Us. This was originally posted on my Tumblr (one-proper-relationship) so if for some reason you've read this before, that's why. I promise I didn't steal anything. ENJOY! xx
“Do we really have to do this?” I questioned the smirking radio host sitting in front of me.
“Yes we do Harry Styles. We most certainly do,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I loved coming here to Radio 1 but I absolutely despised the game Nick Grimshaw was trying to get me to play. He wasn’t actually trying. He was forcing me to take part in this stupid activity.
One of the traditions here at Radio 1 was this stupid game called “Call or Delete”. Basically, the rules were the guest (in this case, me) had to scroll through the contacts on their phone until Nick shouted, “Stop!” and then, whoever you landed on, you either had to call them or delete their number. This wouldn’t be so bad except you couldn’t just call them and say, “Oh hey you’re live on radio with Nick Grimshaw ok cool I’ll call you later bye.” If you know Grimmy at all, you would know it’s not that simple. Nick forced you to come up with some elaborate tales that sometimes were so ridiculous, it was shocking that the recipients of the call actually believed the stories.
I took another look at Grimmy, trying to silently confirm if he was actually going to make me do this. One glance at him told me yes. Yes he was.
I slowly slid my phone out of the pocket of my too-tight pants. I pushed the home button, bringing the screen to life, smiling slightly at the beautiful boy lighting up my lock screen. I unlocked it, typing the password in as slowly as possible. I really didn’t want to do this but there was no use fighting with Nick. His mind was already made up and I would seem like a royal twat if I blatantly refused to play the game, no matter how stupid I thought it was.
“Alright, I’m ready,” I said reluctantly, my voice dripping with irritation.
“There’s no need to be such a spoil sport Harry,” Nick said with an annoying smile. I rolled my eyes at his cheeriness.
“Ok Mr. Styles, start scrolling.” A few seconds passed as I began to breeze through my long list of contacts. I… J… K… L… “Aaand stop!” Nick yelled out.
Oh shit.
“So who’s the lucky person that’s about to get a lovely call from Harry Styles?” Nick asked. I refused to meet his gaze. I couldn’t do this. There was no way. It was just too risky. I could just move down to my next contact right? No. I couldn’t. I couldn’t lie to save my life. Nick would be able to see past my wandering eyes and stuttering if I lied to him. I had to do this.
“It’s uh…” I cleared my throat nervously. “It’s Louis.”
I looked up at him slowly, taking in his expression. His face was filled with childlike excitement and glee. I groaned inwardly. I couldn’t say I was exactly surprised by his giddy demeanor. Nick knew about Louis and I and it was easy to see his mind was reeling with the possible outcomes or directions this one call could go.
“Ok Harry so what’s it gonna be? Call………. or delete?” he asked, taking an unnecessary dramatic pause.
I technically could just delete the number and add it back later but Nick would never let me hear the end of it. I can just hear the thousands of snide remarks he would send my way if I refused to make the call. Plus, people might find it a tad suspicious if I chose to not call my “best friend”. Some fans could already see through our act and I didn’t want to give them even more reason to analyze us.
