This chapter took me forever to write, but it is one of my favorites so far. So, I hope you love it as much as I do. (:
"Would you calm down, you look amazing," Laney tells me over facetime as I pace Harry's hotel room. I came to Chicago with him after Thanksgiving so I wouldn't have to drive alone there and back home for the concert. He left around noon and told me he would order me an uber for 7:30 to take me to the concert. I was excited to go watch him perform, but I still couldn't get what my aunt said out of my head. I mean, could she have been right? After all, I was just a high school teacher. Why would he want to be with me when he could get any girl he wanted. He was a smart, kind, gentle person who every girl wanted, yet he wanted to spend his time with me.
Well there was that too. What if he didn't want me? What if he was just being friendly and just wanted to be friends? What if I'm making something out of nothing? I don't know, all I know is that I want him, even if he doesn't want me.
"It's not my appearance I'm worried about," I tell her sitting on the bed next to the computer. I run my fingers through my straight hair.
"Rosie, look at me," Laney says, making me look at the camera. "I can't tell you what's right and what's wrong, I can only tell you to do what your heart tells you. No matter the result, you'll be happy with your decision," she says and I hang my head again.
"I know," I tell her with a sign. I looked at my watch to see it was almost 7:30 and I needed to get going. "The car will be here any minute, I'll call you later."
"Sounds good. Have fun, love you," she says.
"Love you more," I respond and hang up, closing my computer. I stand up and walk over to the mirror. I decided to wear a cropped black button up with some yellow plaid pants and my black boots. I didn't know exactly what to wear so I thought this was just the safest choice. I said goodbye to the room and started to head to the lobby. Once I got outside I saw the uber waiting for me.
"Rosanna Clark?" the man said out his passenger window.
"That would be me," I said with a smile. He twitched his head signalling for me to get in the backseat. I open the door and get in quickly before we drive off.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," I tell him.
"Oh, no worries. I wasn't waiting too long," he tells me, looking at me through the rear view mirror. I smile and look down at my lap to pull out my phone from my purse. The first thing I do is text harry.
To Harry: On my way. Where should I go when I get there?
From Harry: don't worry about that, you're in good hands with dylan.
I smile before putting my phone away and looking up at the man. He looks like he is in his thirties. Short blonde hair with a nice tan and a couple dark freckles. He was a handsome man, but not for me.
I think he felt my eyes on his, because after a couple seconds he turned his head to look at me in the mirror again. I saw a smile spread across his face and I quickly turned my head to keep my eyes out the window before I got to the arena.
After a couple minutes I see us pulling into a dark alley and I immediately am lost on where he is taking me.
"Excuse me, dylan?" I say, leaning in between the two front seats and I see his head move to me. "Where are we going?" I ask.
"I'm just taking you to where Harry told me to take you, which is... right here." he tells me, parking the car and I look out the window to see a small door lit by a yellow light. I look back to Dylan who just shrugs at me. I sign and get out of the car. It is chilly but not too bad outside. I stare at the door before taking any steps towards it.
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Fanfiction"She's the first one that I see and I don't know why. I don't know who she is." - Fresh out of his first solo album, Harry styles is having a reoccurring dream about a girl he doesn't know. One day, on the set of his new music video, he meets her an...
