Molly sat curled on her couch with Malece and Allyson that night. Originally, they planned a girls night out. But after a broken zipper, two eyeliner malfunctions, and a snapped heel, they called off the club, opting for ice cream and a movie instead. The Avengers had long ended and they sat watching the news each with a pint of rocky road and a spoon, to tired to change the channel. The previous story about an animal shelter's fundraiser had ended and the anchor came back on. The girls caught key words - 'band member' 'photograph' 'search' - but weren't actually listening until Harry Styles came on the screen holding Molly's picture.
Allyson's spoon went flying out of her hand as she shot forward on the couch.
"Back it up! Back it up!" Molly yelled. Malece scrambled for the remote.
"Famous band member Harry Styles is continuing his statewide search for the girl who he found a photograph of at fellow musician and friend, Ed Sheeran's, concert. Here's Lucy Stoll with Styles now."
It cut to Harry again. He held up a small wallet sized picture of Molly. She remembered the picture as something a photographer had taken of her secretly when he stopped by the coffee shop she waitressed at. He had given her the small picture a week later and it was still in her last pair of jeans if she remembered correctly.
...The jeans she loaned to Elisson...who went to an Ed Sheeran concert two weeks ago.
"I was walking the arena after he finished his show just to clear my head and get some song ideas as he packed up, and I found this on the ground," Harry smiled at it. "I don't know what it is, but I have to find this girl. I think I've fallen in love with her just through this picture. On the back it says, 'Molly', and that's all I have to go by."
The anchor came back and spoke about how Harry was using the hashtag #Molly on twitter to try and find people who might know her. But all Malece and Allyson were paying attention to, was little Molly Webber on the other side of the couch.
"Oh my God."
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my fucking God!"
Molly sat shell shocked as Malece and Allyson squealed.
"Harry Styles is in love with you!" Allyson shouted, gripping Molly by the shoulders and shaking hard. "My God woman what is your secret!"
"Quick Molls smile!" Malece opened up the camera on her phone, but Molly blocked her face with a pillow, shouting "No!"
"Why? He needs to know as soon as possible that you're here!"
"No he can't!"
"Molly," Allyson said. "I think you've gone borderline crazy."
"He can't meet me! What if he doesn't like who I am? My personality?" she bit her nail and slowly dropped the pillow.
Malece dropped the camera. "Did you hear him? He said he's in love with you."
"In love with my photograph. Not with me. The real, actual me."
Allyson threw herself on the couch next to Molly. "Alright understandable... You are pretty nice. And sweet. And you can be pretty funny at times. Not to mention you make killer brownies. You're right Molls, he'll probably hate you."
"I'm serious Allyson."
"So what if he decides you two don't exactly have a future with seven kids together? You can meet him, possibly go out on a date or two, and you get that chance that you will fall in love and have seven children together. The odds are in your favor you lucky betch. Take the chance."
Molly bit her lip. She walked over to the mirror on the wall and checked her black hair and made sure her makeup from their attempted night out was still intact. Then, she smiled wide for Malece.
Malece squealed, happily taking several pictures and posting one on twitter instantly without even letting Molly see it first.
@MaleceWashington: Hey Harry...I think I've got your girl cornered ;) #Molly
Malece set her phone on the coffee table and the three gathered on the couch and simply sat, staring at it. Waiting for a reply. Waiting for it to vibrate. Waiting for Harry Styles to somehow contact them.
Slowly but surely, each and every one of them fell asleep. But at 3:46am, Allyson jolted awake with the harsh buzzing noise the iPhone made on the wood table.
"Y-You guys Molly responded about Harry!!" she shouted groggily, mixing up the subjects.
Malece hastily typed in her four digit code, blinking fast to try and clear her sleepy vision. Molly wasn't woken until the screams came. After her eyes shot open, Malece's phone was shoved in her face where it took her a minute to read and comprehend the tweet she stared at.
@Harry_Styles: don't let her get away. On my way.
