Bad Idea (Hariana)

022. IM OFFENDED, ACTUALLY

BLAIR

"HARRY Styles or Johnny Depp?" Ellen asked me. My cheeks burned a deep red color, I could feel it practically burning holes in my skin. Everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to respond with something. Everyone also knew Harry and I had been spotted together a lot recently. I was screwed.

"Harry Styles." I announced with a sigh, throwing my head back with a small smile.

"Ladies and gentleman, we cracked her!" Ellen cheered, her fists up in the air. The audience erupted in laughter at the sight of my sheer and utter awkwardness. It probably would've given multiple people secondhand embarrassment.

"Okay next one." I laughed, finally starting to open up to the game. It couldn't get any worse than harry.

"Harry Styles or Timothée Chalamet?" Ellen turned to me to ask. Okay. It actually could get worse. The wounds with Timothée weren't completely healed, despite the fact that I was now secretly with Harry and chose not to dwell in my own sadness.

Ellen practically ripped the wounds back open my asking me to choose between my current boyfriend and my ex boyfriend, as Timothée had made our very private issue very public.

"Harry. no brainer." I announced proudly with a smile, confident that Harry was going to be my answer for the rest of the game.

"Oh I see.. is there some bad blood with Timothée?" Ellen asked.

I loved her, but she was always looking for some sort of drama or shock factor to put in her shows. This aspect of her personality, even just her show, made me extremely uncomfortable.

"No, not at all. We had our own separate issues and i wish him the best." I announced classily to the audience, who responded in loud rounds of applause.

I nodded and then turned to ellen, ready to continue on the game we still hadn't finished.

"Alright Blair. Last one, Okay?" Ellen announced. I had never been more relived to hear a simple 5 word sentence in my life. "Okay, let's see it." I smiled.

"Harry Styles or Pete Davidson?" Ellen asked. His picture popped up on the screen and he was quite attractive.to be honest, i didn't know pete that well at all. i had met him on the set of saturday night live, and he was always a particularly nice person to me, but it was nothing more than that.

"I have to go with Harry again. I've never spoken to Pete that much." I explained. Once the audience and ellen had processed my final decision, they let out several 'woo hoo's' throughout the gigantic studio.

I giggled slightly and waited for their applause to die down so I could continue the rest of the interview.

"Why don't we bring Harry out? That sounds like a wonderful idea. I mean, he won the game after all! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Harry Styles!" Ellen practically screamed into her microphone.

Nobody told me he was coming. At all. It finally set in that this was the "surprise" Katie had mentioned to me earlier.

To be completely honest, nothing could have mentally prepared me for the moment he walked onto the stage. His aura immediately lit up the room. His dimples flashed in my direction as he gave me a small wave of reassurance, nodding that everything was okay now.

He made his way over to where Ellen and I were seated and gave her a firm handshake. The two greeted each other warmly as the applause finally started to die down.

He plopped his body down next to mine and nudged my shoulder slightly, making me blush like a total idiot.

"You didn't tell me you were coming?!" I whisper screamed, covering my microphone with my index finger. "Surprise." Harry smiled back, placing his hand onto my knee. He looked at Ellen, who was now staring directly at us.