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Blue
"Text him!"
"No!"
"Why not? You didn't text him last night, and you promised me you would this morning after classes!"
"I know, but-"
"But nothing! He probably thinks you don't care about him at all since you're making the poor guy wait so long! If he didn't want you to text or call he wouldn't have given you his number!"
I looked at her with her hands on her hips, lecturing me. I mean she is right about that, but I don't have the guts to just text this famous athlete that looks like he has been sculpted by Picasso himself! Oh no, what if he has been waiting? Waiting on me to text him and now he is sad because I didn't give him a chance? I'm a terrible person.
"Livvy, I am not outgoing like you are."
"You don't have to be. You just have to be yourself. He was interested in you. Not me, in you. If y'all hit it off, great. If y'all don't, that's fine. The thing is, you won't know until you put on your big girl panties and text the British hunk." Livvy pushed my phone into my hands, which was on the table in front of me before. We were currently out getting some lunch downtown since our classes were over at 1:00 on Thursdays. Now, she is convincing me to text Harry Styles because of the whole baseball fiasco that went down last night.
Yes, Harry Styles did give me his phone number contrary to my belief that it was all a dream. The moment we left the stadium I was in shock, not uttering a single word, while Livvy was practically naming the children Harry and I would have. I had to hit her upside the head to get her to stop talking about my 'new family tree' so she hit me back and typed in his number into my phone.
"Okay, okay, fine. Let me find his contact." I go to my contacts and type in 'Harry' but nothing pops up, so I type in 'Styles' like any sane person would do. When nothing is found again I look up to a red faced, giggling, Olivia.
"Why can't I find his contact? I thought you put it in my phone last night?"
"Go to the S's in your contacts."
Sure enough, I stumbled on what seemed to be Livvy's typing in my phone: 'Sexy Sugar Daddy Styles". It was accompanied by way too many tongue emojis.
"Olivia! Why did you do that?" I pretend to be mad but my laugh catches my bluff.
She shrugs and continues to giggle, while she raises her eyebrows, urging me to text him.
What should I say? I have to tell him it's me so... 'Hello, it's Blue'? That sounds too professional. Do I put a period? Exclamation mark? Nah, too forward. Maybe just 'Hi, it's Blue :)'? Is that too flirty?
"Blue, you just typed and deleted 17 and a half different texts."
"Is a smiley face too flirty?"
"Of course not just send it!"
"Okay! Calm your tits." I hover my finger over the blue send button before Livvy shoves my hand forward and it sends.
"Livvy! Oh my god why did you do that?"
"You wouldn't have done it without me!"
"This is ridiculous, he probably won't even answer me."
"At least you have his number! Stop being so scared of what could happen! Live in the present."
"The present is he hasn't responded."
"It's been 10 seconds let the boy read it." I start pacing when we finish eating and go outside, Livvy sat on the wooden bench and just watched me with an amused look.
"This isn't funny!"
"I think it's funny."
"Imagine if you were the one waiting for a text from the hottest baseba-" I was interrupted by a light ding coming from my back pocket. I froze and Livvy smirked at me with an 'I told you so' look.
I hesitate to reach for my back pocket but eventually hold my phone in between my fingers and I gaze at the screen.
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From: Sexy Sugar Daddy Styles
Hello Blue, I thought you forgot about me ;)
-Harry
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"Well what did he say?" Livvy asks, so I hand her the phone, trying to fight the giddy smile. He texted back! And he remembers who I am, and noting the fact he responded so quickly, and his message content, it seems like he was waiting for my text, and hopefully he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him.
"Aww, he remembered you. What are you going to respond with?"
"Why do you have to know what we are going to talk about?"
"It's the first time a guy is interested in you, no offence, plus it's Harry freaking Styles, I'm gonna wanna know." She was counting on her fingers the different reasons with a 'know it all' face.
"Oh whatever." I hover my fingers over the keyboard on my phone thinking of the right thing to say to strike up a conversation. Do I tell him he played so well last night? Or do I ask him how his day has been? Or.. do I tell him I want him to father all my children? No that's too forward. I hear a constant tapping in my ear and see Livvy tapping on her phone screen at the time. I roll my eyes and look at my phone, seeing Harry double texted me.
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From: Sexy Sugar Daddy Styles
Are you coming to the game tomorrow?
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Thank goodness he started the conversation,
"He is asking if we are going to the game tomorrow." I look up at Livvy and her smile diminishes slightly.
"No, the 6 games are on specific dates, it doesn't count tomorrow's game... sorry."
"It's fine Livvy! No need to apologise, you are still taking me to four more games!" She smiles at my response but I know she feels a little guilty that Harry wants to know if I will be there tomorrow and I won't be. It's not her fault of course, how can you guess which tickets you will win for free on the radio? You don't, and I'm already grateful for the games we have. I'm not going to get fussy for not going to one game.
I text Harry back after a couple seconds saying,
'I actually don't have tickets for tomorrow's game, Livvy won tickets on the radio and they are only for specific games and are a bit spaced out, sorry! I would if I could'
I see his typing bubble pop up on the screen so I set my phone down to wait while I look up to talk to Livvy,
"I told him we're not going, who are we playing tomorrow anyway?"
"The Dodgers. That's why we don't have seats, it's a big game." I widen my eyes and nod my head to show her I understand. We won the World Series against the dodgers, no wonder we don't have tickets. They are probably worth more than my tuition for my university. I wish I could just stumble across a million dollars. Yeah, my life would be so much easier.
A soft ding is heard again from my phone that's set beside me, I immediately shoot my hands toward it and read the words on my phone from the famous player.
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From: Sexy Sugar Daddy Styles
Well are you free tomorrow at 6:30? I can help with this ticket situation.
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"Holy shit." I gape at my phone.
"What?! Blue what?!" Livvy hounds me. Before I can get a word out saying he is buying us tickets to the freaking Dodgers game, another ding makes my eyes snap back to my phone.
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From: Sexy Sugar Daddy Styles
I need my good luck charm there to cheer me on. ;)
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"Holyyyyyy shiiiiit!"
