I found myself inside the cubicle of the mall's comfort room. I'm glad no one's around. I let my tears fall. It’s like I saw my life flash into nothing. From perfect to nothing.
Nothing but a lie.
I heard someone barge in into the next cubicle, and then screaming girls around. Why on earth are they screaming? Maybe some local artist roamed around the mall and got his self caught with fans. Oh well, the hell I care.
Btw, I'm 18 years old. I live in the Philippines. If you don’t know where it is, kindly check the world map. I’m pretty sure it can be found there. I live a life any girl can wish for. Well, let’s just say I can get anything I need. I can get anything I want, including concert tickets and VIPs. Speaking of which, I’m a super fangirl. Directioner to be exact. If you don’t know what a directioner is, well we are those people who are dedicated to the world’s famous boy band, ONE DIRECTION.
I guess, that’s all about me.
After a minute or two of sobbing, I decided to put myself together. Must do something. Must have a plan.
First, get out from this place. Oh, I mean must wash my face first, I look awful.
I went into the sink to wash my face. I was in the middle of drying it when someone from the cubicle (next to where I was). Shouldn’t be bothered but hell! It’s a guy!!!
“Anong ginagawa mo sa…” (“what are you doin in the...”), I ask him speaking in Filipino but stopped myself. I looked around. The place seems a bit odd.
I went outside to check the signage. "MALE"
“Fudge!”, I’m in the males’ comfort room.
“Sorry? I’m so sorry”, I said apologizing. I didn’t even bother to look at the guy. I was half way from the door when I realized, I forgot my bag. This is so me. I always forget things when I’m out of my mind.
I went back to the “guys’s” comfort room. There he is holding my bag.
“You forgot your bag”, he said handling it over to me.
“Well, that’s what I’m here for”, I answered sarcastically when I realized his voice is familiar. I looked at him thoroughly. The curly hair, the green eyes. The sexy voiced I always listened to 24/7.
“Fudge, you’re H..” I was about to scream his name when grabbed me and hold my mouth stopping me to shout his name.
“Ssshh, they might hear you”, he whispered. I felt his breath near my ear tingling down to my spine.
I tried to calm down myself. “Ha”, I covered my mouth. I can’t believe Harry f*ckin Styles is standing in front of me! How can I calm down, fanning myself with my hand unsure of what to do. I pinched myself, maybe I’m just dreaming. But no! This is real. Surreal.
“Okay, I dunno if I can hold myself but what are you doin in my country HARRY STYLES?”, I ask him unable to stop myself from shouting his name. Ooops! Hope no one heard that. Well, I guess nobody heard that cause I can’t hear screaming girls approaching.
“Well, I’d loved to tell you everything but please, will you help me get out of here?”, he pleaded holding my hand. I dunno if I can contain my emotions, but he’s holding my hand! Harry Styles of One Direction is holding my hand.
“Well, actually I was planning to get out from this place before this incident. And since you want to do the same, let’s do it together”, I answered giving him wink.
“How can I get out of here with you if there are hundreds of girls around the mall probably looking for me?” He asked, obviously don’t know what to do.
