The Ride

Chapter 2: Rooftop

"Excuse me, what?" Harry asked not hearing my question again. Gosh, this music was so loud!

"You poured that beer on me just a few minutes ago," I repeated leaning in a bit.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry! What can I do to make everything better?" It seemed like this guy was truly sorry for the accident. Or he was an amazingly good actor. I definitely didn't wait this kind of response from a celebrity. Usually celebrities would have just said "oh, so sorry", smiled, pouted a bit and forgot about it after a few seconds, at least that was what I had experienced. But not this guy, he seemed to be really down to Earth, he acted just like any normal guy would. More or less.

Harry noticed my hesitation. "What?" he made a helpless gesture.

"Nothing," I shook my head and smiled a bit.

"So, what's it gonna be? Is there any way I can help?"

"No, I already dried it up a bit. Just try not to do that again, deal?"

"Deal," he smiled at me and then turned his head to the stage.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

From Zoey: Hey! Is that Harry Styles you're talking with??

I saw Harry turning his head slightly to look at me with a corned of his eye, but then turning back.

To Zoey: Yes, it is.

I couldn't even put my phone back, when it vibrated again.

From Zoey: He was checking you out!

I looked at Zoey, who was still there in the front row as she mouthed "OMG". I just rolled my eyes and put the phone back. She had this weird obsession to set me up with a hot guy, who would be just perfect for me recording to her thoughts. Apparently Harry could be one of them since she acted this way. But please! Like that was going to happen. I probably wasn't going to run into him again anyway.

When the concert ended, Harry got a phone call, so he went out to take it and he just disappeared, and Zoey quickly sat in his seat.

"What was that?" she asked in a surprise and excitement.

"What was what?" I replied with a counter question, pretending that nothing big had happened.

"You know what!"

"We just talked," I replied and take a sip from my drink, which I ordered a few minutes ago. "Oh, and he spilled beer all over my shirt, that's why I took it off."

"Nice. One of the most popular guys in Britain made you wet..." she wiggled her eyebrows.

"ZOEY! Gosh..." I facepalmed and laughed out loud. She definitely had one of the dirtiest minds among my friends.

We ended up on dancing on the dance floor while DJ was playing Single Ladies by Beyonce. I didn't want to go, but Zoey insisted, she actually dragged me. She knew how to dance, but not me. I usually just tried to copy moves which I had seen in music videos or just make up my own, but it probably looked quite stupid, maybe even sad since I really didn't know how to dance. But it was quite dark in here, so I gave in.

While we danced and acted like two kids on the dance floor, I felt someone touching my butt. At first I just didn't pay attention to that, thinking maybe someone just accidentally brushed it, but when it happened again, I turned around and saw an overly tan guy with a bit creepy smile dancing behind my back. I goggled my eyes a bit and moved away, but after a few seconds he was next to me again.