Still British

Anyway, a few days later, I woke up and drove myself and my stuff to pre-Fair. My family worked in a barn at the State Fair, and I got to help. Lovely. So, that day I got up and dragged myself to Fair. I turned on the radio, MPR, and they were talking about something… Some band that was doing a Grandstand concert at the beginning and end of Fair. Whatever. I never saw those anyway. One name did catch my ear, though. “And Harry Styles has been rather out of it these past few days. His band members encourage the person responsible to come forward and fix it, because they can’t, he’ll only see her.” Shite. I have to find him. I took out my iPod, searching for the email he left open. I emailed one of the band members, saying I was her, and I needed to know where Harry was. Please. No joke, ask his parents. They responded a moment later.
‘Need to verify you’re not some crazed fan. Picture?’ I looked at it, then typed. ‘No. How about voice? He emailed you a recording of mine a couple days ago. I’ll send another attached.’ He responded right after I sent that, with some addresses and the phone numbers of all of the band. Would I have to get a phone? I looked at the addresses, and noticed one was on the fair grounds. I’d go find them there. I emailed back asking when they got to fair. He emailed they were there now, but I couldn’t come then. I’d have to wait for tomorrow. Silly boy.
I got to fair, and parked the car. I took my stuff to the barn, and helped out for a bit. I couldn’t stand it, though, I told them I had something I had to do. I walked over to the building they were staying in on the fairgrounds. I had my mum’s phone, and called the boy I emailed. “Hello?” He said, answering the phone. Good.
“Hey, it’s Vanessa, you spoke to me over email about Harry.”
“Yeah…”
“And I wanted to let you know I’m just outside the building you’re staying in, but I’m not sure they’ll let me in.” I heard gasps and side conversations on the other end of the phone.
“Hold on.” He clearly walked out of the room. “Right. You’re outside.”
“Yep. I can see you, too. Through the window. Hi.” I said, waving as he looked down. I watched him run from the window down the stairs. The main door of the building opened, and the boy walked over.
“Hello.” He greeted me, in real life. We’d hung up the phones, because that was a thing of mine. You talk to them if they’re next to you. Not text, not phone. Talk.
“Hey! So, Ha-” I started, but he shushed me.
“Listen, so we’re headed over to the Grandstand in a minute, and we’ve just convinced him to come. He probably won’t sing or do anything, but he’ll come.” I don’t see where he’s headed.
“So you want me at the Grandstand?” I asked. He nodded, delighted that I almost seemed to understand.
“Yeah! So, you’ll be there, and we’ll try to convince him to get on the stage and sing with us, then you can come and, like, yeah. Sing, or whatever.” He could see the face I was making. “Why not? There’ll be nobody there but us, and we’ve already heard you sing.” I just decided to go along with it. I nodded. He was ecstatic. “Right, see you in five?”
“In five.” I said, leaving. Walking away from the boy, the building. Walking away from Harry.

Notes

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~Stormy