One Direction To His Heart

One Way or Another

Ugh. 

THINK EMILY, THINK! 

I've been sitting on my bed for the past 20 minutes trying to think of a way to contact Harry freaking Styles. 

I know what you all are probably thinking right now, it's not gonna work. 

Every girl who has heard Harry sing has probably tried what I'm failing at trying to do. Get my message through to Harry Styles. 

Cliche. 

But what's not cliche, is that Hailey isn't with me sitting on my bed having, reassuring me that I'll get his number eventually. She was the smart one-for once-and actually got Niall's number. 

Even if it was written on the condom wrapper. 

I sent her a quick text asking where she was, but of course, she didn't answer.

Thanks Hailes...

I scrolled through my feed on Instagram, as I suddenly saw a post from Harry. My thumb hovered over his profile. 

Don't do it, Emily.

Do it! What do you have to lose?

Uh, your dignity? Oh, and you'll just end up seeming like a desperate fangirl.

Oh shut up, Harry literally said that he noticed that I seemed to not like them as much as the other girls there.

A series of voices filled my head as it seemed like a battle between a devil and angel.

That didn't make me seem like a crazy person at all...

Hesitatingly, my thumb finally tapped on his ever-so-gorgeous profile.

Me: hey Harry! i was just wondering if you remembered me. i don't really wanna bother you anymore, so bye.

Was the exclamation mark too formal? 

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why'd I make it sound so formal?

I almost immediately got a response, almost forty five seconds later.

Harry: Oh my Goodness, Emily! I've been trying to find you for a week! Damn, you sure are good at hiding. But, you missed me, huh? ;)

I laughed and squealed in excitement.

Did I just say that?

Oh whatever, I have every right to be excited.

He was looking for me! FOR A WEEK TOO!

Dang, I must be special!

Psyche.

Never in a million years, would I, Emily Fritz, be special to Harry Styles.

It was just impossible.

I took some time to reply, not wanting to sound too eager. Or excited. 

I needed to think of what to say before I ruin EVERYTHING. Trust me. I need to learn self control when I'm texting. 

For example, when I was in 8th grade, I had a HUGE crush on this really hot kid. I found his Instagram and messaged him one day (Emily Fritz, professional detective), after meeting him at the library the day before. This is how it went:

Dec. 15, 2013-4:37

Me: hey it was nice meeting you yesterday. we should hang out sometime!

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Apr. 20, 2015-1:49

Him: hey, sorry i just got this. i was busy

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Apr. 20, 2015-1:51

Me: dude i sent that two fudging years ago :/

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And that is why I don't text boys anymore.

This was different, though. I mean, no duh, I'm texting a celebrity. But, I can just feel that this will mean more than just the average one conversation with a hot guy.

Me: if that makes you sleep at night, sure. how is everything?

Harry: It's okay, I guess. Hbu?

Me: fine, thanks. so, what are you doing? take me into the life of a rich, famous celebrity.

Harry: I'm eating.

Me: very specific! 

Harry: Ice cream :P

Me: huh?

Harry: I'm eating. Ice Cream.

Me: oh.

I cringed at my stupidity.

Harry: So, I was wondering...

Me: yes?

Is this the question I've been waiting for?

Harry: What's your favorite food?

Yep, definitely the question I've been waiting for.

Me: don't have one. too many good ones.

Harry: Tell me about it! I can't understand how people can just have one.

Me: ikr!

Harry: Speaking of food, I have an important dinner coming up. Care to join me?

Anything for you, Harry Styles.

Me: anything for free food.

Harry: I like the way you think ;) Give me your address and I'll pick you up on Saturday at 6:00 sharp.

Me: this Saturday? as in, two days from now?

Harry: No, the Saturday ten years from now :T

Like I said, my stupidity makes me cringe.

Me: whatever, fine. see you then

Harry: Looking forward to seeing you! <3

A heart. A freaking heart. I might be looking too much into this, but I'm pretty sure I'm not blind.

"Em, why are you smiling at your phone like a creep?", Hailey burst into my bedroom door, jumping onto the bed, next to me.

And then, I told her everything.