Inciting Incident (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

I know I'm not, you're only
But at least I'm one
I heard a little love is better than none

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As expected Gemma was completely ecstatic with how the "date" went and even more so when I told her about The Brits. I swear she screamed so loud people from Australia could have heard her. It was now Saturday so my turn to help Gemma get ready for her date, they're apparently  going to a very posh restaurant so Gemma is panicking about what to wear. Which is quite nice considering it's normally me who struggles with fashion but also equally as bad because you know, I struggle with fashion.

With much persuasion from Gemma, I'm going to the Brits on Sunday with Liam and to say I'm nervous is a understatement. The Brit Awards, the biggest award show in Britain and Liam wants me to go with him. Me, a nobody ! It honestly feels like I'm in a.. What did Gemma call it? A Fanfiction? 

After I mentioned maybe going to the Brits Gemma proceeded to list every single reason I had to go and as soon as she mentioned me being spontaneous I was zapped back to reality. I remember when Callum always would tell me to be more spontaneous and I was going to prove to him and to myself that I could do this. I was not that scared girl anymore, I was stronger now than I was... ok maybe I am still the same girl but a girl can pretend. Also I needed to remember this was a literal once in a lifetime opportunity and to say no would be a complete waste and I was done regretting things. If it went bad well at least I actually went and if it goes good then amazing. I need to start doing things for myself and to stop thinking about every single possible consequence, which is a lot easier said than done but I'm working on it.

While Gemma is on her date, I'm stuck here with Harry. He hasn't been so bad considering it's Harry. We've been civil with a few little digs here and there, but overall we've been getting on well, for us at least.

"Try on this top, with this skirt and these shoes." I tell her, handing her the pieces of clothing I picked up from the pile of clothes on her bed. She left the room to the bathroom to change and came back in the purple, button up blouse with a leather looking skater skirt and strappy heels. "I love that look, I may have to borrow that outfit!" I claim, as Gemma looked into her full length mirror as looked at every angle and nodded when she was satisfied.

"So are you going to tell me who this guy is? You keep stepping around mine and Harry's questions." I questioned, as Gemma rolled her eyes playfully.

"I don't want to jinx anything."

"At least tell us his name and what car he drives just incase something happens." I push as Gemma chucked, I fixed her hair as she sigh loudly.

"His name is Bobby and he drives an Aston Martin." She says shortly, as we heard a beep outside. Well he's definitely punctual.

 As we walked down to the living room Gemma begins to put on her black coat while staring at us intently. "You two, you best get on because I swear to god if you don't I will knock your heads together and wont hesitate to kill you both." Gemma warned, as Harry put his hands up from where he was sitting on the sofa and I gave her a sickly sweet smile. She gave me a look to say "I mean it" and I shake my head.

"Have fun, don't worry! Ring us if you need us, well ring Harry cause I can't drive up here." I shrugged as I sense Harry roll his eyes. Gemma nodded before rushing out the door with her bag. I felt like a proud sister as I watched her leave through the curtains. 

And then there were two, I turn around and sit next to Harry as he played on his phone. This is just going to be awkward, we have nothing in common, how the hell do you even start a nice conversation with this guy?