*Spotted in Sydney, Harry Styles seen in 'Georges Pub'*
My phone screen lit up with a new Google alert. Someone had made a Twitter post that had soon caught the eye of the whole internet. He was in Australia and more importantly, Harry was in Sydney. Looking down at the alert again, my eyes did a double take as i took in the words.
*seen in Georges Pub*
My uncle owned that pub. I could not believe what i was reading. Harry Styles was in my city, my town, and my uncles bar. There was no way i was going to miss this.
For almost 10 years a group of boys made the hearts of every teenage girl melt over and over again. I was one of them. Shamelessly falling harder and harder in love with every new single. Years went by when I thought I would get to meet them, speak to them or marry one of them. As time went on the illusion of the dream slipped further and further away until I finally realised that it could and would, never happen.
Years had pasted and the famous boy band were getting older, their first hits gracing the radio rather than their most recent songs. They were on the decline, it was hard to watch, you could tell they wished it wasnt true. The interviews got shorter, the news artciles became fewer and our generation was just moving on and discovering the new wonder to take over the world.
But they were back. They were back for one last tour, one last massive, hit out. The were to go to every country, every major city, english speaking or not, whether they had had number ones there or not, they wanted to go everywhere, they wanted to give everything they had left and then they were to retire with their heads held high.
Australia was the last country on their list before England. Sydney to be the last show. And I was going.
As my phone lit up with the news of Harry being so close, it soon buzzed again with 2 messages from my best friends June and May. Yep... June and May. Their mother was well... let's just say she was a little out of the ordinary. They were named after the month of their birthdays. They were sisters, a little over one year apart, but they were also like best friends and they loved each other that way. However, after travelling around for years with their parents when they were young, they started kindergarten together despite May being older. They spent all their time together and were inseparable. They would do anything for one another and when i met them in the 11th grade at school, we all instantly became friends sharing the same pathetic love for boy bands. It felt like i had known them forever and they were family to me.
Looking down at my phone, it was a text message from May and June:
*Harry's in your uncles pub!*
*You got the alert right? that twitter account does not fail i swear! If you dont get us in, i will murder you!*
May and June were probably as die hard as fans come. Over the years the 3 of us would stay up all night just talking about these boys, singing their songs until our voices were gone, buying pretty much every piece of merchandise available. But as the years went on, so did we. Slowly it all got packed up and put into boxes, but we never really forgot about it.
My uncle and i had always been close, he was my dads brother and the more adventurous of the two. He would always take me out on camping adventures when my dad was more likely to help with my homework, but we loved him all the same. Something i never noticed of my uncle when i was younger though is that my uncle was extremely wealthy. I'm talking no morgage, lives in a mansion, owns a boat kind of wealthy. And that's because of his pub. He started from nothing, discussing the idea with my dad, he said it was a stupid idea that would never lead to a real income, but my uncle kept at it for years struggling and working as hard as he could and boy did it it pay off. He now owned one of the most valuable bars in Sydney. It was open everyday. Monday to Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Opening at 9am and closing when the last person left. It was famous for being one of the only places that didn't have a set close time or someone to ask everyone to leave by 4am. Sometimes it didn't close if people were still going well into the morning.
Looking at my clock the time read 10:38pm. To meet Harry styles was potentially one of my life goals, and this was by far the closest i would ever get to it happening. After replying to May and June that i would meet them out the front of my uncles pub in half an hour, I quickly got changed.
Running out of my room and down the stairs, i took 2 at a time, risking my life as i nearly tripped on the last step, but recovering fast enough to scoop up my keys from the bowl under the mirror on top of the draws next to the front door. Quickly stopping to check my appearance, and having a 10 second pitty party because that's as good as it's going get, i ran through the front door slamming it behind me and launched myself into my car.
Luckily my uncles pub wasnt too far away from my house and the drive was only 20 minutes. Hurrying to find the closest legal parking spot, i'm pretty sure i had picked a disabled spot... but that was the last thing on my mind, i hurried to find my friends. All i could think about was Harry. Harry Styles. Harry freaking Styles. Harrrry. Harrrrrryyyy Styyyylessss. I couldn't belive this was happening. My 10 year younger self would have fainted by now.
Tripping over my feet about 3 times, i eventually got to the enterence of my Uncles Pub. Waiting under the famously illuminated 'Georges Pub' sign was May and June. Sqealing and jumping when i approached them they threw their arms around me.
"I have never been prouder to be your friend" May burst out with excitement.
"Best friends!" June sqealed after her sister.
"You two don't care if we are friends! You just want me to get you inside without lining up!" Laughing we all turned to the enterence door.
"True!" They both shrugged.
"But we still love you!" Said May.
"Hey Kenny," I spoke to my Uncles bouncer.
"Hi Rose, let me guess... here for, whats his name? Harold? Hank?"
"Harry!" the two yelled behind me, clealy taking offense to his mistake of the name.
Laughing, Ken waved them off, knowing full well that his name was Harry.
"So its true then?!" I asked desperatly. "Harry Styles is actually inside?"
"Do you think we would have literally streets of people lined up if he wasnt?"
"Oh my god!" The 3 of us stood there sqealing and flailing. Throwing our arms everywhere, unsure of what to do with ourselves.
"Are you three going to actually go in or just stand here screaming?" Ken finally interupted us.
A nod was all we could manage, but it was enough for Ken to laugh even more at us, and unclasp the rope separting the poor people lining up and Harry inside. Without wasting another second we ran inside.
