I could feel the sadness welling up inside of me.
I thought I was special. But then I remembered I was, Harry wasn't the only one that noticed me. They all did.
"You know, I thought you were a whole lot nicer."
I replied crushed that he wasn't as perfect as I thought, except he was.
In a perfectly normal tone he said,
"I was just joking around sweets, I'm not some British man whore you know?"
I could imagine his half smirk.
"You almost just broke me you know, I've been studying you for like two years now, wow that sound creepier than I thought." I gushed, realizing that he was in fact not a teenage douche bag.
" Well you seem to know so much about me, why don't we talk about you for a bi- Harry who is that?" he was interrupted by a strong Irish accent.
" That gorgeous girl we met earlier, now go away Niall!" he finished
" Now as I was saying, tell me about you." he restated.
"You do realize your a celebrity right? Because your making this sound like some normal phone call." I began.
"I don't see why this conversation would be anything but normal. this is how it works right? One of us gets a number (in this case you) and we call to see if it was real. Then BAM! A relationship." he said it with such enthusiasm I thought I was going to faint.
And I did. I guess I wasn't completely on the bed since my head slammed onto the floor, hard.
I couldn't imagine what Harry must've thought of me know but,there was nothing I could do.
When my eyes fluttered open, just like in the movies, I saw a worried Bea fanning me and a doctor checking my heartbeat.
"Oh sweetheart! Your awake!" she exclaimed. It still looked like night so I assumed my "thump" must've woken her up.
Then doctor said I was all good but I should rest for a while and left Bea and I alone. "I talked to that nice boy on the phone for you," Bea smiled at me.
I thought I was going to pass out again.
"Um, what'd say about, you know, me fainting?" wondering if my new 'friend' or whatever you want to call him actually cared.
From what she told me he did. When she finished she yawned and I told her she could go back to bed. Gratefully she took the offer without hesitation.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number once again. "Are you alright love?" he sounded genuinely concerned.
"Ya, I'm perfectly fine." I said, lying because the floor-made-bump on the back of my head was pretty much throbbing.
"I'm glad.... so now that we've become acquaintances I'd like to ask your name so your not just a random number on my contact list." he said
"My name is Juliette Rightman, call me what you wish. And yours mysterious boy?" I said.
"Huh" he replied, obviously confused with my sentence. " I meant what's your name." I said, stifling a laugh.
"Ohhh, don't you alrea- it's Harry, Harry Styles." he said realizing how I was trying to make this normal.
"Why thank-you Harry," I replied as I typed in 'Harry <3' on my phone.
Then the line went dead.

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Do You Remember Me?
FanfictionJuliette Rightman is an average teenager. Besides the fact that she has gotten closer than most to two of the five favorite boys of girls everywhere. Nine months after One Direction's fan week convention in New York City, Juliette is left with a new...