The Boy With The Bow Tie

Chapter Three: Ticklish Behavior

Harry       

After about four intense rounds of shooting farm animals with targets, floating balloons, fancy virtual plates and red rings onto the tips of toy rockets, I looked down at the electronic screen. I was only a few hundred points behind Emma, and this was only my first time! Out of nowhere, the ride came to an abrupt stop and all lights turned on.  A voice erupted from an intercom, "We are extremely sorry for the inconvenience, but Toy Story Midway Mania is experiencing a few technical difficulties. Please sit tight and we'll get you back to your adventure as soon as possible! TO INFINITY.. AND BEYOND!"       

I leaned back into the booth and put my hands behind my head. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction I said, "So. Not too confident anymore huh?" She frowned slightly and threw away my question. "Why did you ask if I wanted an autograph?" she asked politely. I brought my hands to my knees and flattened the small creases in my khakis. A tiny smile played on my lips. I can't believe she had no idea who I was, this was great. She was adorable, and I was hoping she liked me for who I genuinely was. Not as who the rest of the world knew me as. Harry the flirt. Or Harry the whore of the group. I didn't understand it sometimes. Sure, I've hooked up with a few people. But what teenager doesn't? I just don't get it.  "Before I answer that, do you like me?" I questioned. She quickly said, " I've just barely met you, but of course I do. I mean as a friend though." She blushed and looked down at her Toms. They reminded me of Louis and his odd obsession with them. And carrots. "Why?" I asked quietly. She nibbled her lip and thought for at least fifteen seconds but felt like hours. It was pretty damn adorable. She finally replied, "Well, you're pretty cocky, but you seem more down-to-earth, genuine, and charming than you are cocky. Which I like. You're funny too. And to be honest, your accent is beyond cute. I love listening to you talk." Her cheeks began to glow a shade of rosy pink but she continued to look at me. Her green eyes bore into mine. I couldn't tear myself from looking at her eyes; they were an olive green with flecks of brown. My heart rate quickened and a lump of air formed in my throat. "Why did you ask if I wanted an autograph?" she repeated. I really didn't want to answer her now that I know there was a small chance she liked me for who I actually was. I swallowed the lump and blew a puff of air up to my curls. "My full name is Harry Edward Styles." I said slowly "I'm a part of this band, One Direction? Have you heard of us?" Emma's eyes widened and she quickly nodded probably making the connection. "My friends are in love with you! That's why you looked so familiar. I'll definitely take you up on that autograph offer. My best friend Abbey will die when I give it to her." I sighed quietly to myself and hoped she didn't look at me differently now that she knew who I was. Hopefully, I'd find the answer to that as time passed.         

She looked at me for what seemed like minutes instead of seconds, smiled slowly then stuck her tongue out at me. "Well Harry, I hope you know that just because your extremely famous and at the peak of stardom, not a single thing you've said to me will change what I think of you. Nor will you get the special treatment for it. So don't expect me to go easy on you once this game gets back to working. Expect to lose miserably." she defiantly stated. I smirked. Well, that didn't take too long to figure it out. I think I really liked this girl, the way she looked and just how she acted only made me more drawn to her. She was beautiful and adorable at the same time, and cheeky yet shy at moments. And God she was beautiful. Well then, that answered my question pretty quick. I raised my eyebrows then playfully punched her arm and snorted. "Ha. Okay, you just keep on talking crap. I'm only a few hundred points behind and we have one game left."      

As if on cue, the lights dimmed and the ride started to maneuver its way to the final game. I threw my 3D glasses back over my eyes and readied my gun as we approached the screen. The final game was based on a gold mine and you had to shoot the bull's-eye targets moving around the screen . I quickly glanced at the score while still attempting to shoot the targets rolling out of the mine on wheelbarrows. Only 85 points down. A wide grin spread across my face as a brilliant idea popped into my mind. I felt as if a light bulb had flicked on above me. Better hope she was really ticklish or else I'd look like the biggest idiot. My left hand shot out to where Emma sat intently shooting the targets, and I did my best to squeeze her sides and tickle her stomach. "Haaaaaaaarrrry!!" she squealed. A playfully evil laugh escaped my mouth, and I watched her hands abandon the canon so she could pry my own hand away from her sides. I kept shooting the targets with my right hand and within seconds, I had hit two targets worth 1000 points. "Game over for Em." I thought. I stopped tickling her, and sat back in victory. She tried her hardest to catch up, but she just couldn't rack up enough points. At least I hoped she didn't. When the screen signaled the final game was over, a new image popped up that began to tally our scores. I started to get slightly nervous because we were pretty much neck and neck throughout all five games. Finally, the overall score appeared.    

  "YES!" I yelled. I beat her by only 250 points.  

I raised my fists in the air shaking them proudly. "And the crowd goes crazy!!! WOOOOOOOO!" I cheered. I pretended to wave at my non existing cheering fans. Emma looked over at me and couldn't help giggling at how ridiculous I probably seemed. She quickly turned to face away from me, and crossed her arms. The screen became completely black again and our little dome car shuttled back to the loading docks. Turning to Emma, her arms were still crossed and she was obviously pretending to ignore me. "Told you I'd beat you." I implied in a sing-song voice. She finally looked over at me, and let out a small laugh. "First," she stated and held up her pointer finger, "you cheated. Second, I no longer consider you a friend Harry Styles." She defiantly lifted her chin and looked away for a few seconds before she giggled, and flashed me a quick smile.