Once i was in the car and we were driving to God knows where it just hit me again that Harry FREAKING Styles is driving ME around! i started fidgeting because i didn't want to let harry know i was fangirling again. he looked at me from the corner of his eye and smirked which made me extremely embarassed because that meant he knew i was fangirling again. Then it hit me. Where the heck are we going?
"Um Harry Sty-- Harry?" i asked not knowing what i can call him
"Just Harry." he replied with a light laugh.
"um yeah Harry? Where are we going?" i asked
"Well im obviouly not from around here so i dont know any fun places. where's your house?"
i immediately got embarrassed because my house is a pigsty. i have 2 dogs one of which took it upon herself to UN potty train herself. and the other has an infected ear which the smell is so bad it makes you want to kill yourself.
we also have two cats. so litter boxes. My brother, momma and I all work so we literally never have time to clean-clean the house. So i was not about to show Harry Styles the famous singer my box. when his house is like the white house next to mine. we're also not that fortunate in the money area. so the neighborhood and neighbors are just embarrassing to show the Harry Styles.
"Um i dont have one--well i have one but it... my mom... she... uh-- and if you... but uh.. yeah and--"
"you can say no" he chuckled at me making me feel stupid. "Um so is this neighborhood like known for drugs or something?"
can somebody please kill me right now. I am so embarrassed like i cant even explain how much i want to die right now.
"well no not really i mean some people do them but its not like KNOWN ya know" i say running my sentences together getting embarrassed.
"damn" he cursed under his breath. Why would he ask that and why does he seem let down that i told him no? which was totally a lie.
He must have noticed my confusion.
"Um i just asked because it's not like im judging your neighborhood or anything.." he scratched the back of his neck in nervousness. here goes another wave of fangirling. haianshwoqlshw_2,!&,*¥€×¬'
He continued, "Um i actaully am here because i heard theres good drugs down here and i thought if i asked someone who lives here where to find some they could help me out. and i didnt plan on asking someone at McDonald's i was just hungry. But you were a fan and were willing to just hop in my car so i thought..." he trailed off....
Are you really kidding me right now. the time i meet my mental husband its going to be like this. i thought he would be such a gentleman and so funny and caring and just so like hes explained in magazines and articles and in concerts.
I guess i should've seen this coming. All famous people are like this. they're jerks in person and just do things in public to make themselves look better.
I was so hurt right now. should i be mad that Harry is actually like this or more mad about the fact that he thought i new a hook up. my whole life loving the boys and so much hard work staying in the fandom and keeping up with the boys and being supportive of them in their dilemmas just went to crap and i did it all for nothing. because i bet one million dollars theyre all like this.
Coming back to my senses and getting off the directioner illusion train i said dryly holding back tears: "just drive me back to McDonald's please. I dont know any hook ups around here okay. so you can go ahead and get rid of me now instead of dragging me along."
"Look it doesnt have to be like this. you can just tell me and we can just go on with our lives. ill give you my number." he bribed with a smirk. okay now i seriously have no place in my heart for boy band anymore or the boys.
"I cant believe you're really saying this to me right now. i always thought youd be different--"
"Oh dont be dumb." he rolled his eyes in annoyance turning the car around.
"excuse me?" i said raising my voice in disgust.
"Dont be stupid!!" he yelled startling me. "Dont act like the stories you read online lets you believe you know me at all. thats me looking good for the camera dumbass!"
By now im looking out of the window crying so he doesnt see me and embarrass me even more. its not even worth saying anything anymore. hes just a stupid pop star like everyone else.
he stayed looking at the road clenching his fists on the steering wheel. i was mixed with emotions. pissed. hurt. confused.
we pulled into the parking lot and i pointed to my raggedy car. he pulled up beside it and put his car in park. i opened the handle so fast i thought i was going to break it. right when i was going to slam the door he said, "don't slam the door this is MY car and it costs more than you make in a year!" okay that just pissed me off.
"oh shut the hell up boy band!!" i screamed getting a pissed off expression on his face which made me happy when i slammed that door as hard as i could. i got my keys out of my purse unlocked my car and got in. i punched my steering wheel about 13 times before i started my car and pulled out of my job's parking lot super fast.
Great so now my dreams of the boys, mostly Harry, was crushed and i was out of a job. My mom was going to kill me because now we cant pay bills. all that this horrible day has taught me is that i hated Harry and One Direction for that matter. i never wanted to hear about them again. also that i needed to get another job. im not going to try to get mine back after that. i would be to ashamed. The only thing i could think of was just my luck.
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Fanfiction"Okay okay okay!" She started. I love Samantha shes one of my best friends. We're playing this game called "what would you do" that we made up. Its like our thing. "WHAT WOULD YOU DO... if HARRY motha frickin STYLES-" i interrupted her saying "oh l...
