I abrupt to an immediate stop and turn to face him. “WHAT?” I yell. He probably thinks I’m a lunatic. “Love, what the hell was that back in the room?!” “It was obviously my so called ‘friend’ trying to embarrass me in front of an internationally famous boyband. How can I ever live that down? Do you know how embarrassing that was back there? She KNOWS I’ve never been kissed. It makes it even more humiliating that she asked on purpose.” I ramble on to him half screaming half crying. I’m probably shaking by now from all the hurt, frustration, humiliation, and anger built up from this whole entire day. “Darling, come and follow me.” He says. He leads me into a room that’s surprisingly unlocked. He leads me over to the couch that is obviously made for one. He sits down first and motions for me to sit on his lap. I shake my head and plant my butt on the floor facing him. “Your choice.” He whispers. “Now tell me, what has gotten you all riled up my love?” I don’t know what to say. I can barely even breathe right. He can tell by the look on my face that I need a moment to composure myself. After what feels like ages, I take a deep breath and look at him. I swear I could stare at his eyes all day. “Well, are you gunna talk or keep eye googling me?” And there goes the perfect moment. “Well, I’ve just had a rough day.” “Please, elaborate.” I think he’s just trying to make me feel better. But I continue on. “Well, as you can see.. I’m wearing heels. Definitely not my style.” He interrupts me by bursting out into laughter. “Is my pain funny for you?” I ask getting heated. “Oh, no, no, no! It’s just, you said style. Styles is my last name. Harry Styles.” He grins at me. “Oooooh.” I say as it all makes sense. “But continue, my love.” He seriously needs to stop calling me love. I’m one temperature away from melting. But I continue. “And what makes matters worse, I have this huge ugly scar on my forehead! Some fan of yours bumped into me making me hit the edge of the stage.” His hand instantly reaches up to caress the ugly battle wound. I wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, I continue again. “All I wanted to do was try to make this night special for my friends. They LOVE you guys. But each minute it was getting more and more painful for me. LITERALLY.” I say pointing at the heels. “I wish I was into their interests. It’d make it easier to have girls night sometimes.” I feel my phone buzz but I ignore it. Probably Sunny checking up on me. “And to add the cherry on top, I met this cute guy today that made me make a fool out of myself. So, apart from the humiliation I just had, that’s why I’ve had a rough day.” He sits there for a moment. I think he’s evaluating what to say. “You know what I think?” “Oh, I’d love to STYLES.” He chuckles at my comment. “I think you are stressing way too much over nothing.” “Easy for you to say, popstar.” He ignores my comment and continues, “Seriously. When I first met you, you were so relaxed. Because you were comfortable. I remember you saying you’d rather be at home watching football then come to a concert. So, this is out of your element. Your comfort zone. Whatever you call it. And since you aren’t used to your surroundings, you evaluate things way too much. Maybe you’re having a bit of bad luck, but who doesn’t? Who had coffee spilled on their shirt today?” “Again, I’m sorry about that.” “Look, my point is, by what I’ve seen so far, you are a phenomenal friend. Going through all this just so your friends can have a fun night out. And about that ‘embarrassing/humiliating’ moment, don’t sweat it. Us guys have had PLENTY of embarrassing moments. Trust me. But it still wasn’t cool of your friend to do that.” “I don’t know why she would..” “Maybe she’s jealous.” “Of what, my man shoulders?” I jokingly say. He ignores my comment again. “Because you were called back here by me. Not her. She’s a bigger fan of 1D then you and you get the guy.” Okay, hold up. Did he just say ‘get the guy’?! “I didn’t think of it that way.. Thank you so much Harry. I feel almost better.” “And what would make you feel all better, love?” “Taking off these heels!!” I say while taking them off. He chuckles. But then his face gets serious. “I didn’t tell you earlier today because you were the first person I’ve met in YEARS who didn’t know who I was.It gets BEYOND tiring sometimes with all the screaming and flashes. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the fans. They are the reason the boys and I are here, but I just need time to at least do my Sudoku! I wasn’t trying to make a fool of you. I swear. I just didn’t want to be like ‘Oh, yeah. I’m Harry, from One Direction. Our album is #1 in 37 countries right now.’ I really don’t know how our conversation would have went after that.” “Wow. I’m sorry. I’ve overreacted. Not only with our situation, but with this whole night. I kept telling myself ‘Let loose. Have Fun.’ But I guess that’s not a motto to ace overnight.” I hug him and decide it’s time to go to the others. It’s almost 1 in the morning. I take my phone out and see that Sunny's texted me 14 times. ‘On my way back, explain l8ter’ I text her back. While walking back to the room, we’re both silent. Not an awkward silent. But a comforting silence. Just like the one when we first met and we were walking from Starbucks to the clothing store. “So are we okay, love? I really fancy you and hope we can at least keep in touch.” “Yeah! Here’s my numb-” “THERE YOU ARE SIS. We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” yells Ginger. She runs and embraces me in the tightest hug. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, a lot better now thanks to Harry.” I grin at him. Harry phone buzzes and he checks his phone real quick and looks back up, gotta go talk to my manager real quick. Guess bringing a random chic and her friends backstage isn’t the brightest idea to my manager. I’ll be back.” He says while winking at me. “Woah, what happened while you two were gone?” asks Sunny. “Nothing.” I say. She knows I’ll spill the beans later when I’m not in front of my little sister.. “Where’s Amy?” I ask. We start walking and Sunny explains to me, “Oh, um, she was silent after you ran out of the room. She left the room too and 5 minutes later she had texted me that she told her mom to come get her. I just texted back okay because I knew you didn’t want to see her. What she did was mean.” “Well, I’m not mad anymore. I never was, just a little hurt.” I say. “What, really? Wow. You’ve got to put me on the medication you’re on! I would have so wanted to rip her throat out!” I laugh. “Hahaha, yeah. That’s how I felt at first.. But honestly, a little birdy told me I evaluate things too much. So I’m just trying to loosen up.” We walk outside the arena and towards our car. “Wow. You and Harry really had QUITE the conversation.” Ginger says. “Yeah, and you’ll never know about it, lil sis.” I joke to her. We climb into the car and I put the keys in to start it and say, “Tonight didn’t start off as planned, but I’m feeling better than I did coming here. But I keep feeling like I’m missing something.” “Do you have your phone?” Ginger asks. “Wait, where are you heels?” Sunny asks. “Oh! I took them off because they were hurting. I left them somewhere in the arena. Oh well, I really didn’t care for them anyways.” “Then you should be good.” Ginger says. And with that, I pull out of the parking lot and drive off. Halfway through the drive home, I keep getting this feeling that the heels aren’t the only thing I’m forgetting. Then it dawns on me. “OMG. SUNNY. GINGER. Wake up!” I hit Sunny in the arm to wake up because she dosed off on me and Ginger wakes up from hearing me yell. “WHAT CARTER?!” they say sleepily to me. “I forgot to get Harry’s number and he forgot to get mine!!”