Hi my name is what?
my name is who?
My name is slicky slick shady.
ok.
3rd. time. i've. written. this. god. damn. chapter.
so you better like it.
also, only one more fan and we've completed a leg of the race.. so please?
E, E, E, E, E, E anything could happen, anything could happen,
Slim Shady.
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I remembered the first time I met Harry. Danielle dragged me to this New Years party Liam and Niall were having.
We got all dressed up, she was wearing a dress like a disco ball. Me? Well I'm no fashionista, but I tried... sort of. I wore an off white, pearly almost colored dress. Nothing too revealing, or conservative. It gathered at the waist into a baby blue (my favorite color) ribbon, and went halfway down my thigh.
I was sitting at the kitchen table while some drunk was dancing on it, when Danielle found me.
"I've been looking for you!"
"Why, did someone get hurt?"
"Funny. No, I want you to meet Harry."
"I don't want to..."
"For me?"
I scrunched my nose up. Partially because the place was starting to smell of vomit, part because Danielle always pulled that one.
"Fine."
"And that you'll be nice?"
"uh..."
"It's not that hard."
"Well when you're me..."
"Stop making excuses for yourself, it's not difficult."
"Stop trying to make something happen."
"What?"
"What?"
"WHAT?"
"I SAID WHAT?"
"Oh."
and we burst into giggles.
"So you'll be nice?"
"For you. Then you're going to buy me dinner."
"Deal."
So I finally was deposited in the very back corner of the livingroom where Harry was. It went like this.
"Harry, this is Val. Val, Harry."
I didn't see her for three days.
"Um, Hello," I said.
"'Eyyy Sexy lady, howre youuuu doin'?" Obviously and pitifully drunk. I didn't know it was possible to be this drunk.
"I'm well, how are you?"
"I like youur dress, but I think it would look better on the floor of mah rahm,"
"No thank you," I said, searching around for someone I knew so I could leave him without looking too rude.
"Ahh you sure babe? Cuz You're HOT!"
"Thank you, I guess," I said, checking my watch. 11:47.
"Do youuu," He said jabbing his finger at me.
"Think I'm hot?"
"Mmm no."
To be honest I didn't really look at him.
"Why notttuh?"
"Well, you're drunk off your ass."
"I'm not drunk," He said, straightening up as if having posture would convince me of his sobriety.
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Aaah, um, a wittle bit. Not too much though!"
"Yeah right. Look, go find someone who can take care of you, I'm going home."
"I'll go with you!"
"You need someone you actually know."
"I know you, I see you e'ry night in my dreams."
"I bet."
"Mhm except in my dreams we," He started giggling.
"Goodbye, Harry."
"See you tonight," He said winking.
So I went home.
The next day at around noon, I got a phone call.
"Hello?"
"Valerie, it's me Danielle."
"I have caller ID, don't worry. So, where'd you go?"
"I'm with Li."
"Figures. Tell him I say hello."
"Sure. So, Harry eh?"
"You sound down right Canadian. And He was drun as hell."
"Oh, but he's nice right?"
"If cheesy pick up lines are nice, then sure. Not quite my think though."
"Oh. He's hot though, right? I mean, like if I wasn't dating Liam.."
"No not really."
"Yeah he is what are you talking about? And so Charming?"
"Danielle, no. Please. He was a complete asshole."
I heard a very masculine sigh on the other side of the phone and it all clicked.
"Hey Harry."
"Oh Hey Valerie! So I was wondering if-"
Click.
No regrets.
Until now, possibly.
