"You are really pretty," He repeats.
"You're prettier!" I decide to respond.
"Do you like One Direction?" He asks.
"One Direction? They broke up didn't they?" I ask without giving it much thought.
"What?" He asks dryly, with his mouth wide open.
"No no, I'm uh, mistaken!" I lie.
"Oh good. I really like that Liam guy. Who's your favorite?" He questions.
"Um... I like all of them-" I reply however it doesn't seem to be good enough.
"You have to choose!" He shouts.
"Um OK, okay... Uh, Niall I guess." I respond.
"I hate Harry... He's very ugly." I'm surprised by his comment.
"Harry? Styles? Wow, I think he's quite handsome. But I guess we all have different tastes," I shrug. As I look at my watch I realize it's really late and I should probably be in my dorm room now. "Oh my God!" I sigh.
"'Oh my God'? Why not 'Holy cow'?" What?
"Bernard-" I start, plotting on how to get rid of him for today. I don't mean to be rude, I just really have to go.
"Berglundy," He corrects.
"Sorry, I have to go." I excuse.
"Wait, before you go, could you read something for me please?" Oh my God, is he dyslexic too?
"Of course I can," I reply, feeling even more sorry for whatever his name is.
"Here," He hands me a folded shirt lying on top of a box. "Read what it says out loud please."
"Um, sure," I say, still unfolding it. "It says, Bernard is the cutest prettiest guy in the world. Some people say he looks like James Corden, others say Ron Weasley or Ed Sheeran," I giggle. "But most say he sings like Harry Styles. Oh wow, do you?"
"Keep reading." He commands.
"Bernard is also pranking a person with some help from the Late Late Show with James Corden- Wait," I pause, processing what I have been reading.
"Turn the shirt around," He orders and I do so.
"I am on the Late Late show being pranked by James Corden and Harry Styles-" I am slowly taking in everything that is happening.
Oh. My. God.
"What the-" I say, still shocked while holding this confusing piece of fabric. Suddenly, all the workers burst out laughing.
Bernard's accent suddenly changes completely into a thick British one. "You have been pranked by James Corden and Harry Styles!" I still don't understand. "AKA, me!!" Bernard exclaims. Or should I say, Harry Styles.
Wait, what?
Bernard is actually Harry Styles.
The Harry Styles.
I was being filmed this whole time.
On the James Corden show.
There was an audience watching me. I bet they still are.
My mind goes blank. What the hell is going on?
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Our Messed Up Thing
FanfictionGigi is still in high school, living in Miami. She has her best friends there, her family, her whole past. However, she is told to move to L.A, so is her best friend's family. This results in new beginnings, new friends, new romances, and destinies...
