chapter 11

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"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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