The Only One for Me
Humiliated
Aly's POV
After breakfast, where no one had mentioned what happened the next before, I went to call my parents. But first, I had to call Charlie and Alex. Charlie had been my best friend since I was three, and Alex since 7th grade. I needed their support to call my mom and my dad. I considered calling Connie, but she would probably just make me feel horrible about what I did, because she was always right. No, I needed Charlie and Alex.
I grabbed my phone and stepped outside the hotel room. Four missed calls. Great. I ignored them and called Alex, hoping that Charlie was at her house already. It rung twice and then she picked up.
"Oh my god, Aly, are you okay?" Was the first thing she said to me.
"I'm fine, Lex. Listen, is Charlie there? I want to talk to you guys before I call my parents."
"Um, yeah." She said, hesitantly. "Actually, I'm at your house, with Charlie and Connie and your family. They called us so that if you called us they could hear you."
"Oh." I said, then it clicked. "Alex Sanders, is your phone on speaker?!" I half shouted it, I was so mad.
"Ummm, yeah, but-" She started to say, but Charlie cut her off.
"Aly Kohl, you get your butt back here right now, we were scared to death! Come home right now!"
I felt insulted. I disappear for fifteen hours and all they do is yell at me? Sure, I did some things that could definitely make someone feel mad, and sure I had been a pain in the ass for a while, but STILL! I'm their child! It sooo wasn't fair.
Finally, after waiting for like ten seconds, I said, "Fine, I'll go tell Harry I have to go, and I'll be there in twenty." I hung up in the middle of their freak out about the fact that I slept in Harry's hotel, because I just didn't give a fuck.
I walked back inside to see Harry waiting for me. "You do have a habit of disappearing, Miss Kohl." He said, smiling.
"Thank you, I try." I said, smiling back weakly. "Listen, I have to go, there's a whole group of people waiting at home to kill me. I had a good time last night, Harry."
He looked at me worriedly, as if trying to tell if I wanted anything else from him.
"Do you need a ride?" He asked, nervously, as if I was a bomb getting ready to explode in his face.
I started to say no, but the look on his face stopped me. He wanted to hang out with me. Harry freaking Styles wanted to hang out with me. The man I had loved for so many years liked me back. And I couldn't say no to that.
"That would be fantastic." I said, and I grabbed my bag.
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When Harry pulled into my driveway once again, I was ready to face my parents. I had spent the ride talking to Harry about other, pleasanter, things, but I was ready to deal with reality.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, smiling at him. "And thanks for dinner and the movie. I had a ton of fun."
Before he could reply, I kissed him, directly on the lips, and hopped out of the car. If I hadn't been ready before, then I was definitely ready then. I walked quickly up to the door, and walked in.
The cold faces stared at me as I walked into the living room. Ten, twenty seconds of stony silence. And the Charlie jumped up and ran over to me, and hugged me, so tight I could barely breathe. I hugged her back. She looked up, and I realized she was crying.
"Thank God!" She said. "We were so worried, when your mom called and said that you had left and she wanted to know if you were at my house, and she said that you had gotten so angry and she thought you might have left for good and-"
But her voice was muffled as everyone in the room came and piled on top of me. "Guys, GUYS!" I said, over the noise. "Hold on one second, I need to make a call." I stepped into the hallway and sent a text. Five minutes later, a tall man with curly hair stepped inside the door. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. Everyone was puzzled, everyone but Charlie. Her eyes got really wide and it looked like she had stopped breathing.
"Aly- w-what is H-harry Styles doing here?" She asked, and I remembered that I hadn't told her I met him, or the rest of 1D, either.
"Right, " I said, trying to calm her down. "I forgot to tell you. I kind of met One Direction..."
"You WHAT!?" She shouted, and continued, "Aly Kohl you have known me since I was four and you were three and throughout that time we have told each other EVERYTHING. And now you show up and tell me, out of the blue, that you met One Freaking Direction, the band that we have been obsessed with since 7th grade, and FORGOT TO FREAKING TELL ME!?"
"Shhhhhh, Char." I said, my cheeks red.
Harry, on the other hand, flashed that cheeky grin of his. "Obsessed, did you say? I only knew you had a Tumblr, but obsessed? That's interesting. Just how obsessed are we talking?"
I glared at Charlie. She blushed, but then an evil smile began to play upon her lips. "You mean to say she hasn't shown you the videos?"
"Oh no." I said, my face turning bright red. "Don't you dare show him the videos!"
"What videos?" He asked, looking very curious. "I would love to see them. If they're on Youtube, I will find them."
"What videos are you talking about?" My mom said, and for the first time in a while, I remembered that my mom and dad and brother were sitting there. Out of the whole group, my parents seemed to be the only ones who didn't know what we were talking about.
"I know what they're talking about." said my brother.
"You DO?!" Alex, Connie, Charlie, and I said at the same time.
"Of course," He replied. "I was the one who posted them on Youtube."
"You WHAT?!" I shrieked. Those videos were literally the most embarrassing things in the entire world, and they were on YOUTUBE!
"In fact," he said, evilly, "I have them right here."
He held out his laptop to the group, and mom, dad, and Harry all leaned over to watch them.
A mash-up of a bunch of 1D songs played; different lines from a bunch of songs blasted out, but attention was diverted to me. I was on my bed, dancing, an singing to my cardboard cutout of none other than Harry Styles.
"If you don't wanna take it slow, and you just wanna take me home, baby say yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah."
"I want rock me," And I thrusted, "rock me," thrust, "rock me, yeah."
My face turned redder and redder as each clip played. I was shaking.
"With a sign on my back saying 'kick me' reality ruined my life." And I fell down on the bed, with Harry next to me.
And the perfect end, I kissed the cutout. The screen went black. Harry and my family were dying laughing, and even Connie was struggling to keep a straight face.
I was humiliated.
After breakfast, where no one had mentioned what happened the next before, I went to call my parents. But first, I had to call Charlie and Alex. Charlie had been my best friend since I was three, and Alex since 7th grade. I needed their support to call my mom and my dad. I considered calling Connie, but she would probably just make me feel horrible about what I did, because she was always right. No, I needed Charlie and Alex.
I grabbed my phone and stepped outside the hotel room. Four missed calls. Great. I ignored them and called Alex, hoping that Charlie was at her house already. It rung twice and then she picked up.
"Oh my god, Aly, are you okay?" Was the first thing she said to me.
"I'm fine, Lex. Listen, is Charlie there? I want to talk to you guys before I call my parents."
"Um, yeah." She said, hesitantly. "Actually, I'm at your house, with Charlie and Connie and your family. They called us so that if you called us they could hear you."
"Oh." I said, then it clicked. "Alex Sanders, is your phone on speaker?!" I half shouted it, I was so mad.
"Ummm, yeah, but-" She started to say, but Charlie cut her off.
"Aly Kohl, you get your butt back here right now, we were scared to death! Come home right now!"
I felt insulted. I disappear for fifteen hours and all they do is yell at me? Sure, I did some things that could definitely make someone feel mad, and sure I had been a pain in the ass for a while, but STILL! I'm their child! It sooo wasn't fair.
Finally, after waiting for like ten seconds, I said, "Fine, I'll go tell Harry I have to go, and I'll be there in twenty." I hung up in the middle of their freak out about the fact that I slept in Harry's hotel, because I just didn't give a fuck.
I walked back inside to see Harry waiting for me. "You do have a habit of disappearing, Miss Kohl." He said, smiling.
"Thank you, I try." I said, smiling back weakly. "Listen, I have to go, there's a whole group of people waiting at home to kill me. I had a good time last night, Harry."
He looked at me worriedly, as if trying to tell if I wanted anything else from him.
"Do you need a ride?" He asked, nervously, as if I was a bomb getting ready to explode in his face.
I started to say no, but the look on his face stopped me. He wanted to hang out with me. Harry freaking Styles wanted to hang out with me. The man I had loved for so many years liked me back. And I couldn't say no to that.
"That would be fantastic." I said, and I grabbed my bag.
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When Harry pulled into my driveway once again, I was ready to face my parents. I had spent the ride talking to Harry about other, pleasanter, things, but I was ready to deal with reality.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, smiling at him. "And thanks for dinner and the movie. I had a ton of fun."
Before he could reply, I kissed him, directly on the lips, and hopped out of the car. If I hadn't been ready before, then I was definitely ready then. I walked quickly up to the door, and walked in.
The cold faces stared at me as I walked into the living room. Ten, twenty seconds of stony silence. And the Charlie jumped up and ran over to me, and hugged me, so tight I could barely breathe. I hugged her back. She looked up, and I realized she was crying.
"Thank God!" She said. "We were so worried, when your mom called and said that you had left and she wanted to know if you were at my house, and she said that you had gotten so angry and she thought you might have left for good and-"
But her voice was muffled as everyone in the room came and piled on top of me. "Guys, GUYS!" I said, over the noise. "Hold on one second, I need to make a call." I stepped into the hallway and sent a text. Five minutes later, a tall man with curly hair stepped inside the door. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. Everyone was puzzled, everyone but Charlie. Her eyes got really wide and it looked like she had stopped breathing.
"Aly- w-what is H-harry Styles doing here?" She asked, and I remembered that I hadn't told her I met him, or the rest of 1D, either.
"Right, " I said, trying to calm her down. "I forgot to tell you. I kind of met One Direction..."
"You WHAT!?" She shouted, and continued, "Aly Kohl you have known me since I was four and you were three and throughout that time we have told each other EVERYTHING. And now you show up and tell me, out of the blue, that you met One Freaking Direction, the band that we have been obsessed with since 7th grade, and FORGOT TO FREAKING TELL ME!?"
"Shhhhhh, Char." I said, my cheeks red.
Harry, on the other hand, flashed that cheeky grin of his. "Obsessed, did you say? I only knew you had a Tumblr, but obsessed? That's interesting. Just how obsessed are we talking?"
I glared at Charlie. She blushed, but then an evil smile began to play upon her lips. "You mean to say she hasn't shown you the videos?"
"Oh no." I said, my face turning bright red. "Don't you dare show him the videos!"
"What videos?" He asked, looking very curious. "I would love to see them. If they're on Youtube, I will find them."
"What videos are you talking about?" My mom said, and for the first time in a while, I remembered that my mom and dad and brother were sitting there. Out of the whole group, my parents seemed to be the only ones who didn't know what we were talking about.
"I know what they're talking about." said my brother.
"You DO?!" Alex, Connie, Charlie, and I said at the same time.
"Of course," He replied. "I was the one who posted them on Youtube."
"You WHAT?!" I shrieked. Those videos were literally the most embarrassing things in the entire world, and they were on YOUTUBE!
"In fact," he said, evilly, "I have them right here."
He held out his laptop to the group, and mom, dad, and Harry all leaned over to watch them.
A mash-up of a bunch of 1D songs played; different lines from a bunch of songs blasted out, but attention was diverted to me. I was on my bed, dancing, an singing to my cardboard cutout of none other than Harry Styles.
"If you don't wanna take it slow, and you just wanna take me home, baby say yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah."
"I want rock me," And I thrusted, "rock me," thrust, "rock me, yeah."
My face turned redder and redder as each clip played. I was shaking.
"With a sign on my back saying 'kick me' reality ruined my life." And I fell down on the bed, with Harry next to me.
And the perfect end, I kissed the cutout. The screen went black. Harry and my family were dying laughing, and even Connie was struggling to keep a straight face.
I was humiliated.
11/2/13