Vice-Verse (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Three

The Parking garage was a good distance away. Far enough that not many people were using it for the event of the evening, but close enough to walk to. As I entered, ducking under the yellow arms that keep cars back until they pay the fees, I noticed that very few vehicles were taking up spaces.

The man had instructed me to go to the elevator on the 3rd floor. This did not make sense to me. Elevators travel up and down the building. It should not matter what level I enter it on, it will always be the same elevator.

With this logic I follow the painted arrows that said ELEVATOR to find the mode of transportation, only to see a makeshift out-of-order sign.

I looked at the machine, baffled. Why would Harry want to meet me at an elevator in the first place? I thought. Especially if it is broken.

Thinking back to the conversation with the staff member at the venue and his specific instructions I decided to make the short climb around the traffic ramps to the 3rd level.

He is just trying to send me on a wild goose chase in punishment for unintentionally embarrassing him, I think. Swearing in my head at the boy.

Low and Behold the elevator on the 3rd floor had the same notice sign on it. Frustrated, I threw my arms in the air, scoffing. I decided to wait around a little, Maybe he meant just to meet him BY the elevator instead of in it. After a few minutes of leaning against the wall beside the useless lift, my phone buzzed. A message from my cousin Tea.

Harry just tweeted 'Turn me over'. I knew you didn't follow him and thought that this might be relevant to your date.. Good luck! -T

I dismissed her choice of words and read the message over again. How could that be relevant to this situation? How could that be relevant to anything?!

I thoughtfully stared at the elevator, brainstorming. No, you can't turn an elevator around. I felt like Dora, Can't go under it, can't go around it, must go over it! I took quite the time to finally figure this puzzle out, and once I did I felt like a buffoon for not realizing it earlier.

I reached out my hand and untaped the sing that was attached to the metal doors then flipped it over with both hands.

“Let's play rock paper scissors. Ready? Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!” The back side of the paper read.

As if I wasn't already confused out of my mind, this just threw my head in a whirl. Obviously this had been written by Harry, for he had given me a clue via Twitter and cousin, but what did he want me to do exactly.

I will admit that I am embarrassed at what I did next. I started the short chant affiliated with this game and pounded my fist in the air. “Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot!” I decided to go with paper, flattening my hand out.

As I expected, Nothing happened. But I was not about to give up.

“Fine, best 2 out of three” I mumbled, not believing that I was basically talking and playing this simple game with my self.

I played once again, throwing my hand in to a horizontal peace sign indicating scissors. No response.

Finally I resorted to rock, the only choice that might actually do damage to the two other objects. Suddenly the doors opened in their jerky manner, allowing me to enter the small room.

I raise my eyebrows and easily allowed my jaw to drop at the sight before me. There were brown Pillows and blankets strewn everywhere with LED Christmas lights rimming the walls and illuminating the otherwise dark lift.

I carefully step in, as if I was walking on ice that may break any minute, and scanned the area not know what to do.

Another sign was laying on a large pillow in the corner, beckoning me to read it.