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Blue
So, Harry Styles bought us tickets to the Dodgers game.
We are just now arriving.
No, I am not making this up. It's going to be the first game the Astros play against the dodgers since we beat them in the World Series. Holy heck.
It took Livvy a couple minutes to snap out of pure shock when she read the text messages, granted I had to do the same as well.
The rest of that evening consisted of me searching up his name on the internet and screenshooting any pictures where he looked like a snack, so I have screenshots of every picture I came across.
Livvy and I were just now making it to the arena, Harry had texted me earlier with all the information and wishing me a safe drive to the stadium. He apologized because he can't have his phone out now, due to his need to warm up and get "game ready".
We didn't text much really, only from last night a bit, and a bit today. From when we were texting he did tell me to take a back entrance, where two bodyguards and two police officers were sat outside and raised an eyebrow at the two college girls walking up.
"Can I help you?" The taller of the four asked, his arms crossed while he leaned onto the light green doors. I am so intimidated, and any other day I would've just used a different entrance but Harry was insistent on this being the entrance we use.
"Hi, um.. Harry Styles told us to enter through here." The four men gave each other looks and laughed loudly.
"Yeah! Like we haven't heard that before. Seriously, we don't want to escort y'all away and not let y'all enjoy the game. Please, enter through the main entrance like everyone else." He rolls his eyes at us both, and his shoulders slack with exhaustion.
I look at Livvy with a 'what do we do now?' look and she glares at the security guard before grabbing my arm and walking us a few feet away from them.
"Call him." She looks at me expectantly.
"No! He is warming up!"
"And I'm also warming up with how hot it is outside the damn stadium, call him now!"
"I-" I'm cut off by Livvy,
"If you don't call him right now, I will, and I will make sure he knows you were standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes practicing how to annunciate his name and saying that you love him."
"You wouldn't!" I exclaim in horror, that would be so embarrassing...
"You know I would." I hesitated but eventually got out my phone, finding his contact that I should still change from Livvy's naming, and click 'call'.
The phone rings, and rings, and rings. I don't know why he was so adamant on us using this back entrance while I am perfectly capable of using the main, I mean we always use it on regular games.
Eventually my phone goes to voicemail and I look at Livvy while she glares at the four men in uniform.
"He didn't pick up, like I said, he is warming up. He told me earlier he couldn't be on his phone right now." Livvy huffs and the four men chuckle at our misfortune which they think is still a facade.
It's annoying but I can understand why they don't believe me, I mean I do look like a baseball fan trying to sneak in. Especially since I said I was here for Harry Styles, who has many, many, many fans at the moment with his newly found fame.
