Some Nights (Haylor)

Chapter 4: Old Tales

"You need to tell me what's up?" Miranda came out of nowhere.

"My god! you startled me." I said. I drank a glass of water to calm myself down. 

"Something is going on and I want to know. You have been acting weird since that meeting with Harry Styles." She looked at me for an answer.

After that meeting, I couldn't think about anything else. Our conversation kept replaying in my head. I was not acting strange that time, was I?

Even before Miranda came, I was watching an interview of Harry Styles on YouTube. I wanted to see how he talks and acts and check if he was the same guy because he looked awfully similar to Clyde from Paris.

"What are you watching? Wait, you are watching Harry Styles? You don't have to be ashamed that you are attracted to him. It's alright. I think almost everyone on this planet finds him hot. I know it will be difficult to work with him but-" She played the video and put it on full screen. 

"But look at him, he's gorgeous!" She continued.

"Miranda, do you remember that Paris trip I took last year?" I asked. I asn't sure how she was going to react to something like that. I was hoping she would understand what I was going through.

"Yeah, Ofcourse. I remember it very well." She chuckled thinking about the story I told her.

After I came back from the trip and told her about the red shirt Clyde from Paris, she wouldn't stop guessing more things about him. She was all set to go out and look for him everywhere. We even made a list of occupations for him and a drug dealer was on top of that list. We had fun discussing and searching for him but we knew we were never going to actually find him.

We even made an imaginary story about him where his name was Tommy Hugh and he was a spoiled rich kid who does absolutely nothing but spend money on unnecessary things and trips. We ended our investigation with the line 'If the universe wants it, we will meet again'.

The interview video of Harry was still playing and Miranda had her full attention on it.

"Well, I think that's him." I muttered.

She started blinking and turned to face me. 

"Wait, Is that HIM?" Miranda yelled. Her eyes could pop out at any minute.

"Yeah. I think that was him." I took a closer look at the laptop.

There he sat in a navy blue suite which perfectly fit him. An interviewer kept asking him some questions which I paid no attention to. He looked very serious while answering which made me question myself if this guy was the same fun loving guy I met that night.

"YOU THINK? " Her mouth was ajar. " TAYLOR SWIFT, YOU THINK? We have a deal with him and you still aren't sure about it?"

"Woah! Why are you making such a big deal. I can't tell because his hair was longer back in Paris." I answered.

"ARE YOU SURE? This is that guy with whom you had the best sex ever in the sexiest place in the world?"

"I could be wrong. I mean I would have known if he was THE HARRY STYLES, the editor of Pearl magazine. Isn't that magazine like a royalty or something for fashion?" I said, even though I was pretty sure that it was him.

I tried to look calm from the outside but I was not sure for how long that facade could be up.

He smiled at the interviewer and there it was. How could anyone not recognize those dimples? 

"This is... I don't ... its... I have no words, Taylor. This is crazy!!!" She exclaimed.

"I know. I know. But I don't think he remembers. Like that day during the meeting he was so normal about it and that makes me think that maybe he doesn't recognize me."