It all started with a car

will you be my girlfriend

Usually I’m woken up by an alarm clock, this morning. It went a little something like this.

“AMANDA! AMANDA WAKE UP NOW! “ I heard a voice yelling my name.

I groaned and turned to the side bringing the covers with me, I didn’t want to wake up. I looked at the alarm clock it wasn’t even 8 yet.  “Go away.” I muttered.

“AMANDA JANE! GET UP! AND EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOUR KISSIN MY HUSBAND?”

I opened an eye, her husband? I sat up and was thrown an array of magazines and newspapers that had mine and harry’s face plastered on them; Kissing photos, us holding hands, and pictures of me dropping him off, that first night.

HARRY STYLES HAS A NEW LOVE?

STARBUCKS WORKER GETS LUCKY

LOVE IS IN THE AIR FOR ONE 1D BOY

Were just some of the many titles, my sister then turned on my tv to e! news and pictures were being rolled through their aswell.

“Amanda Franco, 17 and every teenage girl is jealous of her as she was spotted kissing the pop sensations’ ‘One Direction’ Harry Styles last night in front of the boys hotel. She was also seen earlier with Harry at the Grove having dinner and then going and seeing a movie. Sources say the two lovebirds cuddled through the whole movie and his eyes were never off her. We’ll have more on Harranda later on E!news”

She turned off the TV frowned and folded her arms.

“AND you went out on a date with him?” Miranda folded her arms at me, “I thought you didn’t even like One Direction.”

I jumped out of bed, ignoring my sister and went to the computer quickly logging onto every social networking site I was a part of.  I logged onto Facebook saw 100+ friend requests, I covered my mouth holding in a gasp as I started denying them. I then completely private my account, I logged off and went to twitter. Knowing the boys were quite big on Twitter the news would of already gotten out about the story. I checked my followers which were climbing by the second and my mentions were going crazy from;

‘Are u dating Harry Styles?’

‘Why u kissing my man u ugly troll’

‘Just come out with it your only fucking him’

‘You’re so pretty! I ship #harranda’

And many more I didn’t respond to any of them and just sat there watching the mentions flood in. I looked at my sister who was still sitting there glaring at me with disapproval. “Miranda hand me my phone.”

“Why?”

“God damn it Miranda hand me my phone now!”

She looked a little shocked as I never cuss in the house, ever. Miranda grabbed my phone off my charger and handed it to me, 10 missed calls 1 text message from Harry S<3

Call me – H

I quickly dialed his number and it began to ring on the third ring he answered.

“Hello?”

“Harry! What the hell are we going to do, It’s all over the news people are already stalking my facebook and my Twitter is blowing up. Pretty sure people are going to find out where I live, my emails, where I work. Everything, oh my god Harr-“

“Calm down, Amanda. Take a deep breath, come down to the Hotel and we’ll talk about it. “

“CALM DOWN HARRY? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? I’ll be there in half an hour.” I hung up and ran a hand through my wavy brown hair and sighed in frustration. I then got up grabbed my sister by the shoulder and lead her out of my room.

“What I don’t get an explanation?” Miranda said

“No. Watch it on E! news.” I said as I closed the door and locked it.

I put some pants on and my college sweatshirt not bothering to do anything with my hair. I grabbed my keys and cell and opened the door rushing by my sister and down the stairs. Mom was already gone for her morning shift at the diner, I rummaged out 10 bucks out of my purse and handed it to my sister.

“Lunch, no more questions. Bye.” I said ruffling her hair and I rushed out the door closing the door behind me.

The drive to the hotel was long and aggravating mostly because of traffic, and my nerves. I texted Harry,

‘I’m on my way, how am I going to get up there? –A’

‘I’m sending Andy down, look for the big skinhead.-H xo’

Biting on my lip, I turned the radio on to try to calm my nerves. Bad choice. It was during the talk show part of the Radio.

“So the big story around the block right now is Amanda Franco, supposed new girlfriend of Harry Styles.”

Changed the channel

“Amanda Franco-“

Change the channel

“Amanda-“

“Ama-“

Finally I just turned off the radio, what was I going to do. I was never good with the limelight on me. I never liked being the center of attention. I never accepted employee of the Month. Hell, I can’t be in a crowd with getting anxious. Maybe this was a bad Idea. I should of known what I was getting into, but I can’t do that to Harry. I really liked him. He made me smile, even if we had only known each other for two days. It felt like 2 years.

Pulling up to the hotel, I inwardly groaned as I saw the squabbale of Paparazzi outside. I saw a tall, very big, and bald guy standing by the valet. The valet opened the door and I stepped out.

“You Andy?”

Andy nodded and I followed him and as we began to approach the hotel steps.

“Its her!”

The paparazzi began to swarm around us and Andy put his arm around me and with his other he was pushing people out of the way. I kept my head down as the Paparazzi were shouting questions left and right around me. By the time we got into the lobby I was shaking, I just broke my paparazzi swarm virginity. I tried to laugh at my mental joke but it just wasn’t happening. Andy led me into the elevator and It was really quiet as we went up to the floor and when the elevator doors opened, a familiar face I was waiting to see was pacing back and forth.

“Harry!” I ran up and hugged him my head dug into his chest. I needed comfort right now.

“She’s pretty shaken up they swarmed around her like flies.” Andy said before walking down the hallway

Harry stood there with me in his arms rubbing comforting circles on my back as he kissed the top of my head. We stood there for a few minutes before he whispered in my ear.

“Come on.”

He lead me to his room and sat me on the couch, I curled on him and he comfortingly played with my hair.

“What are we going to do.” I asked into his chest.

“We could just avoid the paparazzi, but eventually were going to have to answer questions.” He said.

“But, I’m not even your girlfriend why would they be interested in me?”

“You could be….If you wanted.”

“What?” I was stunned, did he actually just ask me to be his girlfriend?

“I said, you could be my girlfriend. If you wanted.”   He repeated himself again.

“How would it work Harry? Your on tour, you live in the UK, I have a job and a home here. How could I trust you weren’t off with other women? I’m not good at long distance relationships really.” I kept rambling out excuses and he lifted me up so I was facing him.

“Come on tour with us. We’ll make it work.” Harry stared into my eyes and I was getting lost in his never ending orbs.  “So, I will ask again. Amanda. Will you be my girlfriend?”

It took a few seconds for me to comprehend what just happened.

“….Yes.”