Meet and Greet (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

"Is this um..."

"It's me, Harry."  He answers my question before I can finish it. 

"Hi, um what do you need?"  I ask but it comes out slightly obnoxious, unintentionally. 

"Ouch..."  He jokes and I giggle.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."  I explain.

"Why are you in a bad mood?"  How does he know.  I didn't even say anything about my mood.

"That noticeable, huh?"  I ask.  I'm glad he called me but I wish he'd tell me why.

"I can just tell.  I mean, I don't know you that well but I feel like you're not necessarily happy right now."  He replies.

'Well, that's true.  It's fine though, so why'd you call?"  I ask trying extra hard this time not to sound rude.  

"Two people  can't talk casually?"  Why would he want to talk to me.  

"Oh, um we can talk, sure."  I say a little too eagerly but he doesn't seem to notice.

I still don't understand why he'd want to talk to me when he could be talking to anyone else.  Probably to repeat what happened over the weekend, but  even though I've been a huge fan for years I'd rather not be used.  My bad mood is still present but has lightened just slightly since talking shortly with Harry. Even before he knew about my existence, just hearing his songs always lifted my mood completely I've noticed.  It's always been a good thing when I was sad but it just occured to me that his charming personality can be dangerous...

"What do you want to be doing right now?"  His quesion takes me by surprise.

"Hm... usually people ask 'what are you doing'  but that works too."  I joke and laugh.  "But I guess right now I want to be in a better mood and doing something more entertaining than sitting here all night."  

He pauses before answering me and I assume he's thinking.  "Ok.  Lets do something then."  My eyes widen at his words.  What?

"You sure?..."  I realize how pathetic I sound and hope he doesn't think so.  "Yeah we can do something."  After spending the night with Harry and talking to him multiple times, I've been less nervous when it comes to talking to him.  However, I was either drunk or hung over and probably still typsy from drinking the night before when it came to sleeping with him.

He's at least 2 hours away from me right now, how is this even going to work.  Not to mention it's already 9:30.  

"I'll pick you up,  where are you?"  I'm taken by surprise again.

"I'm home, my address is..."  He cuts in.

"I have your address remember?"  I remember that I had to text it to him so his manager could confiscate my memory. 

"Oh right!"  I reply feeling stupid for forgetting.

"Great so I'll be there soon."  I'm still wondering why...

"Harry?"  I say quickly before he hangs up.  "Um... what.. I mean where are we going to go when you get here?"  I just don't want to put the wrong idea in his head that he can just use me whenever he wants.

"Who's home with you?"  He asks instead of answering my question.  I tell him that I'm alone then I realize why he'd even asked.... Oh.

"Um actually, I totally forgot my friend is coming over for a girl's night.  Sorry, um.  I gotta go."  I can't believe I just cancelled plans with Harry.

"Oh ok.  Maybe another time?"  I assure him we can make a raincheck and end the call.  What did I just do...