Part Of My World | H.S.

I'm sorry by the way

When Harry and I left Rockefeller Center, where The Tonight Show was being taped, through the back door, because a crowd we would have loved to meet but unfortunately had no time for due to our dinner reservation was waiting for us at the front, a black SUV was ready to pick us up. Harry, being the gentleman he was, let me go in first, but the second I set foot into the car something, or rather someone on the sidewalk opposite of us, caught my eye. I pulled my head back out, almost bumping into Harry, to take a clearer look at the person I considered a good friend of mine, but hadn't talked to in months. "Hold on, is that Joe?"

"Who?", Harry asked in confusion, following my gaze. Joe, who seemed to have just left a building on his own, took his phone out of the pocket of his winter coat, that was still more than necessary at this time of the year in New York, and presumably typed in a message or simply checked the time. Underneath his coat, it appeared that he was wearing rather chic clothes that made me think that the many theatres in the area were the reason for his visit to Times Square. While I hadn't been completely sure, when I first spotted him, I now was certain that it was indeed Joe Rivera who we were approaching and Harry seemed to have finally recognized him too. "Oh, that guy"

"Yes, it is!", I exclaimed enthusiastically. I didn't know whether it was the adrenaline rush from performing with Harry for Jimmy Fallon and possibly millions of people on television or all the excitement about Harry being in New York with me, but my first instinct was to immediately step away from the SUV and wave at his direction. He didn't see me though, which was no surprise considering we were swarmed by Harry's team, so I made the unconscious decision to walk up to him, as if it hadn't been months since I had last seen him. Pulling Harry along by tacking hold of his arm, I completely ignored the security guards and stepped on the street.

"So we're saying hello, alright", Harry said in an amused tone, chuckling at his team, but following me on the towards Joe anyway. My excitement must have been funny to him, but he didn't seem to have anything against the idea of greeting one of my friends. With every step that we took closer to where Joe was standing looking down at his phone though, my head began to clear up and slowly realization hit me that this wasn't just any friend of mine we were approaching, that was Joe, who had somewhat like a crush on a me several weeks prior and although Harry seen him before, from afar, the two of them had never actually met.

And I hadn't told Harry about his 'crush' on me yet. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks, making Harry turn his head to me and his confused eyes bore into mine. "So this would probably a great time to tell you that he kissed me once", I blurted out, basically without any warning, because we were only a few feet away from Joe already. I placed my hand on his chest and watched as his facial expression showed even more confusion, while he was supposedly placing the puzzle pieces together, remembering the day when Joe had visited me in LA on set. "It was totally initiated by him though, and I pulled away a few second in. Don't worry-"

"Wait, what?!", Harry let out, but before I could elaborate any further a random car honked at us, causing us to turn our head in its direction and Joe to lift up his eye from his phone to an irritated looking Harry Styles. Only then I realized that I had not only forgotten to tell Harry about Joe, but Joe about Harry, after we had actually gotten together, which made me regret my  rash decision to say hello to him. It was too late to take my decision back though, because Joe's eyes had landed onto me and the smile that had first appeared on my face, than dropped due to my realization, was forced right back up.

"Jess? What on earth are you doing here?", Joe said in a more joyful way that I had expected. He seemed to actually be happy to see me, even pulling me in for friendly, but slightly restrained. That I blamed Harry for, who. in comparison to Joe, didn't seem to be that happy about our interaction. It was understandable though, considering I had just told him about that kiss without even being able to explain myself. As soon as the short hug was over, Harry therefore immediately slipped his hand into mine, which was quite reckless knowing that we were once again out in public, but also quite cute. So far, Joe ignored him. "I thought you were still in LA"