Until We Meet Again

Chapter 3

            “Come on, come on!” I urged the phone to ring faster. “Pick up!”

            My heart was racing and my eyes were bulging as I looked at the face on the television, even more beautiful than ever. The signature half-smile made me tingle. Stay Stylish, his famous slogan, flashed in my mind.

            “Ello!” Fallon finally cheered at the other end of the line.

            “Did you know about this?!” I squeaked into the phone.

            “Know about what?” She replied.

            “Harry’s in a band! A boyband! A HOT boyband!” I practically yelped.

            “Is everything all right?” Asked my mom softly, and she peeked into my room.    I shook my head and pointed furiously at the TV. She took a glimpse and her eyes widened. She looked back at me, and I gave her a look that said, “I know, right?” She shook her head in amazement and exited the doorway.

            “Would you be mad if I said yes?” Fallon answered slowly.

            “Um, yes! I can’t believe you knew he was famous and didn’t tell me! How long has his band been around?”

            “Six months…”

            “Fallon!”

            “Well I couldn’t tell you, okay?! Because he’s been rumored to have been sleeping around with fans, and he just broke up with his girlfriend, who, might I add, was 32,” Fallon snorted a laugh at that.

            My face contorted into shock. “32? Ew! He’s into cougars? What’s her name?”

            “Caroline Flack. I didn’t think he was into older women either, but how weird right?”

            “Yeah,” I said, running a hand through my hair and staring into Harry’s glass-green eyes. I smiled a little, remembering all the other times I looked into his eyes. My eyes moved down to that one dimple on his cheek that he got when he smiled. His brown curls looked perfect in this picture—

            “Jessica. Hellooooo?” Fallon chimed.

            “What?” I said, snapping back into reality.

            “I said, you’re not mad at me, are you?”

            I sighed. “No, of course not. You were just trying to protect me from getting upset.”

            I could almost hear her smile on the other end. “Great. Listen, I gotta go, big maths exam tomorrow that I need to study for. Talk to you later darling!”

            I pressed the red hang-up button on my phone and tossed it on the bed. Staring back at Harry’s paused image on the TV screen, I figured it was time to do a little research.