Jade was tired and hungry. Worse, she thought she was deaf thanks to the loud music that hadn't stopped blasting since she arrived. Well, her best friend Florence and her. Flo was currently inside the building slash arena, the one a boy band would be performing for the whole weekend. Jade on the other hand was in her car. She let her head fall. Of all places she could have been waiting outside of, it had to be a one direction concert. Sweat was dripping down her back. She wanted nothing but to get home and eat and sleep but she promised she would wait. Flo was staying over for the weekend so who better to take her to concerts involving her favorite boy band than Jade herself. Her phone buzzed just as thousands of girls started filing out. It was over. Finally. She could barely make out the received message on her phone, from Flo, telling her to go home. Something about meeting her at her house the next day. Jade groaned. She literally opened her mouth and let the frustration fly out. She was going to kill, no, murder, no, slaughter Flo and refrigerate her chopped up pieces. Of course she was exaggerating, but there was no denying it made her feel a tad bit better. Sighing once again, Jade started her car when suddenly someone from the crowd -in a dark hoodie- jumped into the passenger seat. Thankfully, she had watched her fair share of horrors. There was little that could freak her out. Not even this idiot who apparently thought he or she was 'A'.
"Drive", the person commanded in a gruff voice.
Damn, she really wished she locked her doors.
"Im exhausted. I have no time for horror-movie-actor wannabes. Get. Out."
It was then she noticed a few people had started staring at her car, some even bringing out their phones.
"Please drive", the person repeated.
She tried again. "Who are you?"
He opened his hoodie. He looked familiar like she'd seen him before but hadn't paid him much attention.
She blinked, staring at him blankly.
"You don't know who I am?" He asked incredulously looking around nervously.
"Hey, I'm just relieved you look nothing like an axe murderer or an escaped convict or a mentally deranged person or a-"
She was cut off by his very urgent "Drive!"
"Nice try. I still don't know who you are and that was rude, interrupting me like that. After all you're in my car, the least you could do is show some respect-"
"Im Harry Styles now please, I'm begging you, drive!"
And so she drove. When she got to a moderately secluded area in town, she unbuckled her seat belt and faced him.
"I drove."
The relief was evident in his eyes. "Thanks."
She stared.
He stared.
He spoke. "I guess I owe you an apology or an explanation or both."
She nodded.
He let out a breath. "What do you want to know?"
"For starters, what the heck is a Harry Styles?"
