Blinded by You

Chapter Five- More Than This

Post concert depression was kicking my ass. No matter how many followers I gained or how many times Blakely told me somebody liked my picture on Instagram, there was something missing. I knew there was no way I would ever see Harry again unless I swam to London or saved up for another three years for one concert. My parents were loaded, but wanted me to pay for the concert to see if I could really do it. After my 17th birthday, I was up to $2,865.50 from three birthdays and three Christmases. All I needed was another $144 and I'd have enough to get third row for me and Blakely. Fortunately, for my eighteenth birthday, my parents bought Blakely's ticket and got me a new phone from the piece of shit android I had. I couldn't really complain, they'd gotten me an iPhone and after buying my ticket, I still had two thousand bucks left. Thanks to AmEx and my parents frequent usage, I got a discount.

"Elle?" Blakely chuckled, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I sighed and fought the urge to rub my eyes.

"You got another message from Harry." My heart stopped. Crawling toward Blakely on the corner of my bed,I giddily waited for him to read it.

"It says 'Hi love, one thing. I don't get blind jokes, I can't see the humor in them. xx-H'" Blakely began to laugh and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Say 'Clever, Styles. Last time I laughed that hard, my grandma discovered fire. Wanna hear a knock knock joke? xx-Elle.'" A smile spread across my face.

"It's him!" Blakely squealed as I heard my phone ping. He had to have been online.

Who's there?

I didn't say knock knock, styles.

Oh, right.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Mary.

Mary who?

"Marry me," I giggled.

"You're crazy," Blakely laughed.

"Isn't there a setting where it can read it to me? Like assistance or something?" I teased.

"Find, I'll let Siri read it to you and she can read as you type too," Blakely scoffed.

"Oh c'mon," I smiled, playfully punching his arm. My phone pinged again. Damn, Harry was quick.

"What's it say?"

"He said when, where, and how much food will there be?" Blakely guffawed.

"Tell him in a million years, my dreams, all the food in the world." This was crazy. I was loving it.

"He replied with a frowns face," Blakely chuckled.

"Say 'Sorry Styles, you'll have to take me to dinner before we talk about marriage. How do I know you're not some psycho?'"

"He's obviously not a psycho, Elle."

"If he's talking to me, he is. He could have anyone he wants."

"He said 'Promise I'm not psycho. If we meet again, I'd love to take you to dinner with the boys.'"

"Why not just the two of us?" I didn't bite. Hard.

"He said 'If our fates have it, I'll take you out to dinner just the two of us. But you have to do something for me,'" Blakely was trying to kill me.

"What?!" I screamed excitedly.

"He hasn't sent it yet!" Blakely huffed. I heard my phone ping again.

"Blakely," I cautioned.

"Oh my God Elle."

"What's it say?!"

"He said 'keep your head up, beautiful. We'll see each other again very soon. Xoxo-Harry'" and I began to cry.