“What now?” I asked Harry as we stopped in a gasoline station, well for an obvious reason.
He just shrugged, obviously, he doesn’t have a plan.
“You went to a place you barely know without a plan?” I asked him in a higher tone.
“Hey! Calm down women! It’s not like you’re the one’s in trouble”, he exclaimed little bit pissed I guess.
Then it just got into me. The fact just sank in. He’s not just a guy whom I helped escape from screaming girls. He’s freakin’ HARRY STYLES. I know I was with him for like an hour or so but that didn’t come to my dumbest mind because of all the escaping and stuffs.
And now that we’re alone. OMG! We’re alone in my car. I know I’m a little bit over reacting, but who wouldn’t? Can you blame me? This guy, inside my car is the guy I’ve been dreaming of meeting someday even though there’s a 101% chance I wouldn’t.. Who would’ve thought that that day is today??
“Earth to erhhmm.. What’s your name?” snapping his fingers in front of me.
“Huh. Uh. Uhmmm. Lyka? Yeah! Its Lyka. I’m Lyka”, I answered pretty startled and unsure of what to say.
“You’re not sure of your name” he giggled.
“Can you give me a moment? You know, I’m a fan. No! Not a fan but a Directioner. And the fact that you’re inside my freakin car just sank into my stupid mind. So,..” I just talked so fast. I don’t know if he did understand a single word I said but I can’t take it anymore so I went out from my car and started screaming, jumping and squealing.
People in the gasoline station looked at me in confusion but I really didn’t care. Why should I? Aside from they don’t know me. I really can’t contain my emotions. Fangirls, like me, would really understand this if they happen to meet their idols.
After a minute or less of fangirling, I fixed myself and went back inside the car.
He giggled, “Saw what you did there”.
“I’m a fan! What can I do?”
“How about let’s head to my hotel? I’m really stressed out with all those running and hiding and changing and escaping” he suggested while resting his head in the window.
He obviously looked tired.
“Where is your hotel then?” I asked
“Edsa Shangri la” he answered.
“Buckle up!” I said joyfully leaving the gas station.
Just like the previous ride, we barely talk. I kept my focus on the road and he, who think of me as a stranger apparently doesn’t know what to say. I sometimes asked the normal questions, normal awkward conversation. When I say normal, awkward convo, it’s like this:
Me: So, how’s life treating you?
Him: Well, I’m extremely enjoying my life. But the lads and I thought that we needed a break so we end up having a one month vacation.
Me: You mean you’re going to stay here for a month? Is Zayn here too? How about Liam? Niall? Lou? And why did you choose the Philippines to spend your one month break? (Looking at him, asking excitedly)
Him: Eyes on the road lady! And calm down with the questions!
I’m not quite sure yet if I’ll spend a month here though. Nope, I’m sorry to tell you but I’m alone here. And I choose the Philippines cause I’ve been hearing a lot from our fans in here and since we’re goin here next year for a concert I decided to check it out.
