I'm Sorry.

Chapter 3

Me: " Hello?"

Unknown Number: "Hey, how are you? Do you believe it's me yet?"

Me: " Sorry but I don't believe it's you. I mean, there are so many reasons why it can't be you!"

Unknown Number: " Name some reasons then, I would love to hear these."

Me: " Well first you, Harry, is probably really busy right now and doesn't have time for these calls-"

Unknown Number: " I'm not always busy and I do have time."

Me: " I must admit your accent is very convincing, anyway, why would Harry call me?"

Unknown Number: " Its a real accent don't worry and I would call you because maybe I would like to get to know you better."

Me: " Back the hell up a second, I'm sorry but I don't think your Harry. Wait, is this going in YouTube!?"

Unknown Number: " Did you like the water I threw on you? *giggles a little*"

Me: " You could be an impressionist who went to the concert tonight."

Unknown Number: " I called for you when you started to exit."

Me:" To be honest that could of been anyone near the stage, over excited girls can be gullible at times."

Unknown Number: " *sighs* Do you have Twitter?"

Me: " Yes..."

Unknown Number: " Whats your 'at' name?"

Me: " Why should I tell you?"

Unknown Number: " So I can prove I'm the real Harry Styles."

Me: " Fine...it's...MoonMoonStyles."

Unknown Number: " Forgive me if I giggle I am a little immature at times, it's a very creative name by the way."

Me: " *Giggles a little*"

Unknown Number: " Without hanging up check your twitter, okay?"

Me: " Okay..."

I press on the twitter app and it feels like it's taking forever to load up, I see my notifications have a surprise for me. Either a fake account or the real Harry. I click on the box and sure it's there. ' Harry Styles followed you'. I click in the name to make sure it's his verified account, while this is going on I'm assuring Harry at his request that I'm still here and that I hadn't hung up. I look up and sure enough his account is verified, his tweets are up to date and his followers seem to be at the right unit of millions, everything is in check, I can't find fault.

Me: " Can I just apologise for this? I'm sorry it's just-"

Harry: " Its okay, you had genuine reason to doubt it was me. Have you dried off yet? Aha."

Me: " Yes I have thanks."

Harry: " I would prefer it of you kept my number to yourself? I'm not forcing you but you know, it's hard for me to have a private life without fans dialling me up 24/7. I had to change my phone number 7 times because it got out. That's why I wanted you on your own I case you showed it off, but it's my fault if after this conversation you send out my number."

Me: " I understand and yeah,I'll keep it quiet for you, I can't apologise enough for my interview back there, you just can't be sure these days."

Harry: " Of course yeah! As I said you had reason. I assume you must be shattered? I'll leave you to get some sleep?"

Me: " No, no, no I'm fine, but I'll hang up if you want and take that as a polite way of you saying 'I want to hang up'?"

Harry: " I'm not saying that! We don't have to hang up, I'm in a car and I have a few hours drive to get home!"

Me: " I'm the one who should be saying we should hang up, you've just done a huge concert and YOU must be shattered! Goodnight Harry."

Harry: " How silly of me I didn't ask your name! So, what's your name babe?"

Me: " Its Annabel, I prefer Anna."

Harry: " Thats a lovely name! Ok, so Anna, can I ask how old your are?"

Me: " I'm 16..."

*long beep*

Me: " Hello? Hello? Harry?..."

*long beep*

Me: " Bye then."