Love Above the Clouds

Chapter 6

"You were that girl.” Harry said placing his hand on his forehead. “Why didn't I remember?” He asked chuckling to himself.

“Wait, she was what girl?” Beka asked. I could see she was totally confused and she has every right to be. I didn't tell her about meeting Harry Styles, we swore we wouldn't tell anybody. I guess not.

“Don't worry Beka! We didn't do anything. Wejustmetisall.” I said looking down so no one could here my last words, Harry heard them though.

“And god did you embarrass yourself! Haha,” I gestured him to carry on, I thought Beka should know. He carried on and told the story, “The band and I went out for drinks after the concert. We were quite pleased with how it went so we thought we would celebrate. Turns out this girl works at the bar.” he pointed with his thumb towards me. “We asked for some drinks but she wouldn't answer. I reckon she was a little starstruck and a little drunk.”

“Just saying but I wasn't drunk, I don't drink,” I said interrupting his story telling. He looked at me with a stern look. “Oh Sorry... Do carry on!”

“Okay, Anyway, she was 'a little drunk' so we thought we should get her off the job. I mean no one should be serving drinks who is already drunk. And from there it's history. I'll let Elena tell you the rest.” He said with a wink to me. Beka looked at me eagerly like a dog wanting food to find out the ending to the tale.

“I'll tell you later.” I said calmly trying not to blush. It was embarrassing. I didn't want to re-live that night thank-you very much.

“No Jimmy Protested!” Harry protested, “I stopped the story there so you could tell rest! Now, 'do carry on'.” He said trying to imitate my voice. I felt quite offended by that, did I really sound like that? I thought I should carry on with the story so I took a deep breath when I had a sudden idea! I didn't want to say it, so why not write it. I still had Beka's diary so I grabbed the pen out of her hand, pulled the serving table and began to write. I looked up a couple of times to see Beka and Harry both leaning in reading my writing.

“What does this word say,” Harry pointed at the word.

“OI! just wait. I'm still writing.” I said. I started to cover my work in progress. He pulled out and lay back in his seat. Beka did the same seeing there was nothing to read anymore.

I read over my paragraph explaining the embarrassing first meeting with One Direction.

*******OK so, I left the concert place like I told you to go to work. I now work at the bar across from the stadium, which I thought I told you but however! I went to start my 10pm to 2am shift. I went out back to get my apron on and sign-in. I saw my mate Steph there (my work buddy!) and she was totally pissed so she was, you know, crazy! I went to get a drink before I went out front to cover for Steph. Just pored myself a coke zero and turned around to put the coke back in the fridge. That's when I heard a giggle. Steph's giggle. Thats probably when she spiked my drink, but of course I didn't realise at the time. I heard my boss calling my name so I downed the drink super fast (bad idea now I realise it was spiked...) and started. He explained to me that One Direction had entered the Bar and I was to be on my best behaviour. Unfortunately I didn't really take that seriously since I was a little drunk. I went out the front to see all 5 beautiful boys from One direction waiting to be waited on. I was overwhelmed. I did a bit of a giggle. And of course they noticed. They asked for drinks but I just couldn't bring myself to it. I stood there staring. And from there was when Harry actually jumped over the counter, talked to my boss and took me to the couch in the corner. All the boys followed us. I still couldn't believe what was happening. I was being taken to a couch by One Direction. Harry lead me by the small of my back, I stumbled a couple of times, thats when Liam and Niall came forward to steady me. They sat me down and took the seats next to me. From there was a blur and I honestly can't remember a thing. Somehow I got home by the end of it. And I had a note in my bag saying “You looked cute, but try not to be drunk next time xx One Direction” it was in Harry's handwriting, how did I know that? Yeah I'm a stalker...*******

Ok looked good. I smiled and Beka must of thought it was a 'I'm done now' smile because she grabbed the book off me like it was the last cookie in the jar. She read through it slowly but eagerly. By the end she looked at me in amazement.

“WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?” She finally said grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking the life out of me. Harry pinched the book out of her hand swiftly, someone obviously wanted to read it to.

“Well, I didn't know the whole story so...” I said trailing off because I saw that Harry was enjoying himself a little to much reading my story. “What's so funny?”

“How you said you weren't drunk but you must've been, You actually sounded pissed.” He said as he laughed some more, “However you do know how to make an impression. I haven't stopped thinking about you since.” Harry said looking at me with his amazing green eyes. He even did the little smile which showed his dimples. I melted.

“In a bad way of course.” I said looking down, I mean who could be attracted to a half drunk, tipsy girl.

“No.” He said, “I wish girls wouldn't say that kind of stuff.” He was starting to get tense and angry. “I couldn't stop thinking about you because your the first girl who didn't totally lose herself when we entered. It's nice to see some people actually wanting to know us, the real us.”

“Wow, I can't remember that far man!” I said trying to remember asking One Direction normal questions, which I couldn't.

“Well where you stopped in the story at the bar, we actually had a normal conversation, the first one we've had as a band in a while. We laughed about normal things and had a genuine good time. I remember Zayn telling me that you were a keeper. But since you were drunk we had no way of finding out anything to keep in touch. So I left the note with you and your friend, Steph, and she took you home.” He said. I still had that note.

It was quite deep the way he was thinking. We have a thinker in our mitts. Thinkers can be good and bad. Just depends what kind of a thinker we had, this kind was a good kind of thinker. A caring thinker.

“AWWWWWWW!” Beka said admiringly, she put her hands together and rest them on her cheek, “That's caaaaayyyuuuttttee!”

“I didn't know I was such a nice drunk!” I said in surprise because I honestly didn't know I was.

“YOUR MISSING THE POINT!” Harry said almost jumping up and down in his seat, “Your different Elena, you are different to all the other fans.”

“But, I have all your songs, heaps of posters on my wall and if I could I'd be fangirling right now, so what makes me different?” I asked, because I honestly didn't get where he was heading.

“Elena, you are so thick sometimes,” Beka said. Harry gave Beka a look as to say, 'could I have a moment alone please?' Beka took the hint. “Imma go see where the food is at.” gesturing to the food hall part of the plane. She climbed over us out to the isle and made her way past the toilet to the food hall. Harry watched her go past. When she was out of sight Harry turned back to me. Shit was getting serious. I'm not good with serious.

“You are different Elena. Different in a good way. So different that I couldn't stop thinking about you over the past few days. I can't believe my luck that you were on this plane with your friend.” He placed his hand on mine, oh this shit was getting serious. I really wanted to laugh, but I knew it wasn't the right time. So I made a funny comment instead.

“Well you know Mr Styles, I pride myself on my differentness.” I said in a posh english accent, totally making a fool of myself. He laughed, it lightened the mood a bit, I liked it when he laughed. 

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