Wet in The Library

Chapter 2

“Oh my god.” Elizabeth said, completely shocked. Victoria had screamed and giggled with excitement, before dragging me back to Elizabeth to tell her the news. They both nailed me with questions and wanted ‘details’ but I barely had anything to say. To be honest I was still just as shocked as them. Harry Styles said I was cute. HARRY STYLES SAID I WAS CUTE. “ I am so fricken jealous Daisy!” Elizabeth squealed. I could tell this was ripping her fan girl heart apart. She looked like she was going to explode. I giggled. “ He asked for my number.” I said quickly. “Why? Why would he pick her when she doesn’t even like One Direction?” Elizabeth screamed at no one in particular. “ You need to text him.” Victoria said with a grin. “ No, I just talked to him!” I said, louder than I should have. “Quiet it down girls.” The librarian says with a raise of her thin rimmed glasses. “Lets go.” I said picking up my bag and running my hand through my now damp hair. We biked to our local coffee shop, taking a parking spot in the back. I walked up to order, already knowing what they wanted. Cherry Mocha for Elizabeth, and a Double Shot Chocolate for Victoria. I decided on plain Iced Coffee. As I pulled out my money to pay I felt my black berry vibrate against my bum. I slapped down a ten dollar bill, then removed my phone from my pocket. I had one message, and it was from Harry.

Harry: Hey wet girl, it was nice meeting you today xx

I smiled slightly at the nick name, would he ever give it up? I thought about what to say, before deciding on short and simple.

Me: Hey:) Nice meeting you too xx

As I slid my phone back into my pocket and collected our steaming drinks I wondered, Why is Harry Styles talking to me? I wondered if he did this to every girl he ran into. Probably, Elizabeth had told me that he was the flirt. “Here girls.” I said setting down their drinks. “So who were you texting?” Victoria questioned while stirring her double shot. “Errmm, just Harry.” I said looking to Elizabeth to see her reaction. “What are you texting him about?” she quizzed. “Nothing really, he just said it was nice meeting me, and I said the same.” I said as I bit on my straw. Everything was happening so fast. We stopped talking about Harry for the rest of our coffee’s, and gushed about the newest movies, and summer fashion trends. As we left the coffee shop, my phone vibrated again. This time I decided not to check it intell I got home. As we biked by Elizabeth’s road she waved goodbye and yelled out a, “Text me!” My turn was next, so I gave a small smile to Victoria before saying bye and turning into my neighborhood. I peddled harder than I did this morning, surprisingly exited to see what the message said. As I flew down my driveway, I stopped quickly, throwing my bike into our garage. I leaned against my moms Subaru and opened the text.

Harry: Hey are you going to one of my concerts wet girl? xx

I frowned slightly as I realized I barely even knew this guy. The only song I had every heard by them is ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ and that was in a car with Elizabeth, were she was screaming/singing along so loud I couldn’t even here their voices.

Me: No:(

I almost laughed at the sad face I typed. I wasn’t sad, to be honest I didn’t care at all. I walked into the house, making a quick run for the kitchen, I grabbed a bag of hot cheetos, before walking into my bedroom. I sat down on my bed and pulled my laptop onto my lap. I pressed the power button before getting up to change out of my damp clothes. I peeled of my skinny jeans, and exchanged them for a pair of lemon yellow pajama bottoms. I pulled of my sweater and decided on an old Chicago t-shirt. Returning to my laptop, I went onto itunes and searched ‘One Direction.’ A ton of songs quickly popped up. I clicked on one called ‘Moments’ and listened to the preview. It was slow, and surprisingly soulful. I thought it would be best to download some of their music, so I purchased the ‘Up All Night’ album. My phone moved beside my thigh.

Harry: We can change that:)

I starred at my phone. Did he just say that he could get me tickets? Do I want tickets? I was so utterly confused. I decided to make him wait for my reply and listened to the rest of the album. I found myself singing along, and I had to admit they were excellent vocalists.

Me: Wait are you saying you could get me tickets wet boy? :)

I waited nervously for the reply..

Harry: Yes! Of course:) We can a gig in Chicago in a week…Your coming:)

Me: Cool! Send me the details wet boy..;)

I smiled. It would be fun. And I was pretty sure that was the gig Elizabeth had stayed up tell 12:00 in the morning to buy tickets for. I still felt odd about all of this, I felt like maybe Harry invited all the girls he ran into to his concerts. I logged onto You Tube and decided to watch his X Factor audition, he had diffidently grown since then. After watching a few of the hilarious video diaries the boys had filmed while being on X Factor, I turned of my laptop. As I walked up to my mirror, I could help but smile. It wasn’t like boys paid this much attention to me everyday. I pulled my curly hair up into a tight top bun, rubbing a moisturizer over my face. I then cleared my bed and switched of the light.

“Shut the door, turn the light off, I want to be with you..” I sang quietly as I climbed into bed.