The Only One for Me
Text Conversation
Aly's POV
When the video was over- it lasted a half hour- everyone settled down on a chair or couch. I sat squished between Harry and Alex- while Charlie, who was still fangirling over the fact that she was in the same room as Harry Styles- sat on the other side of the man who had, for some strange reason, not found the video at all strange or out of the ordinary.
After a minute of awkward silence, my mom said, " Harry, it's very nice to meet you for real, you're all Aly's talked about for the past five years." I glared at her, but the secret was already out anyways. "I'm sorry about last night, we didn't mean to make you feel awkward."
"Yes," my dad cut in. Oh, jeez. "We take our daughters safety very seriously." At this he kind of glared at Harry, who looked very awkward and shrunk back into the couch.
"Dad!" I said, annoyed. "Don't scare him. It's not his fault I left. It was actually Nick's fault. He was the one who sabotaged the family dinner by pretending to be sick." I blurted it out, and blushed.
My dad turned to Nick. "You helped your sister? What did she give you?"
Nick's face turned bright red. "Ummm, uh..." he said.
"I gave him One Direction tickets and backstage passes because he's in love with a some girl who likes 1D." I grinned. "I could have explained to him that directioner standards are very high, and the chance that one of them likes anyone other than the boys is very slim, but it din't occur to me at the time."
Nick's face turned even redder than it already was, and said, "I'm not in love with her! And she's not some girl, she's Patricia Melanhol, the prettiest girl in school..."
"Awwwww," All the girls said, including my mom.
"He has a crush," Charlie said, grinning. "Nickie Poo has a cwush."
He glared at her. "Shut the fuck up." He said.
My mom was shocked. "Nick! Go to your room!"
He ran upstairs, as if he was excited to sit on his bed, without all of us. Though that did make sense.
Once he was gone, my dad went back to what he was saying. "Harry Styles, do you want to date my daughter?" Harry nodded, "Alright then. You may date her. But you have to promise not to hurt her, I might get very angry if you do." Harry nodded again. "And one more thing," he said, I was worried. "How many tattoos do you have?"
Harry smiled, "43, sir." Suddenly Nick appeared around the corner,
"43! That's so cool! Can I see them?"
Harry grinned. "Sure." He looked at Dad as if saying, 'May I?' dad nodded. And Harry took his shirt off and handed it to me. Alex's, Connie's, Charlie's, Mom's, and my eyes all bulged out. He was so fit. Beautifully toned abs and bulging biceps. I felt faint.
"You're never getting this shirt back, just so you know." Charlie said, and grabbed it. I grinned.
"Never in a million years." I said, and I took the shirt back from her.
Nick was freaking out over Harry's tattoos, and Charlie and I were having a text conversation.
Oh my god look at him! He is a freaking masterpiece! She sent to me.
Yeah, oh my god I love him so much he's so hot and I just- ashfslkjdfhlk.
She grinned. Yeah, I bet you'll have a great time with him in bed.
"Charlie!" I said out loud, accidentally. Everyone stared at me, and then Charlie.
"What?" She said, defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
Unlike you, tomorrow you will have done something- or should I say someone.
"Shit, Charlie!" I said, "Could you stop making sexual references?" She giggled, and I realized that I had said that out loud. Everyone was staring at me, again.
"What are you talking about?" Nick said, confused. Oh jeez, I'd brought up sexual references in front of my 13 year old brother.
"Nothing," I said slowly. "Just um, Charlie and I were just texting about, umm, a movie."
"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I looked at your phone?" My mom said. I was freaking out.
"Ummmm, maybe not..." Charlie said, and I could tell she didn't want to get in trouble with my parents.
"I think I will," said my mom, and she got up and took my phone out of my hand. "Nick, go upstairs for a little bit," she said, and she began to read the messages to the group.
By the time she got to the one about having fun with him in bed, Alex, Connie, and Harry were dying laughing. Charlie's face got redder and redder as mom read the conversation. I shrunk back on the couch, trying to be out of sight.
At one point I looked up and saw Harry, with a cheeky grin on his face, looking at me. When my mom said the last part, he nodded to me, and I blushed. Unfortunately, Charlie caught this particular exchange, and she grinned a mischievous grin.
"Alright then," She said, "Now that our mature text conversation has been revealed to the room, I have to go run some errands. Alex, Connie? Will you come with?" They realized what she was getting at, and nodded. The three left to go "run errands" and so Harry and I were left with my parents.
"Well," Harry said. "I have to get going, and I believe we have a date, Aly?" I was confused, we didn't have a date! And then I realized what he was suggesting.
"Oh yeah! Let's go. Bye mom, bye dad!"
And we left, to go do unspeakable things.
When the video was over- it lasted a half hour- everyone settled down on a chair or couch. I sat squished between Harry and Alex- while Charlie, who was still fangirling over the fact that she was in the same room as Harry Styles- sat on the other side of the man who had, for some strange reason, not found the video at all strange or out of the ordinary.
After a minute of awkward silence, my mom said, " Harry, it's very nice to meet you for real, you're all Aly's talked about for the past five years." I glared at her, but the secret was already out anyways. "I'm sorry about last night, we didn't mean to make you feel awkward."
"Yes," my dad cut in. Oh, jeez. "We take our daughters safety very seriously." At this he kind of glared at Harry, who looked very awkward and shrunk back into the couch.
"Dad!" I said, annoyed. "Don't scare him. It's not his fault I left. It was actually Nick's fault. He was the one who sabotaged the family dinner by pretending to be sick." I blurted it out, and blushed.
My dad turned to Nick. "You helped your sister? What did she give you?"
Nick's face turned bright red. "Ummm, uh..." he said.
"I gave him One Direction tickets and backstage passes because he's in love with a some girl who likes 1D." I grinned. "I could have explained to him that directioner standards are very high, and the chance that one of them likes anyone other than the boys is very slim, but it din't occur to me at the time."
Nick's face turned even redder than it already was, and said, "I'm not in love with her! And she's not some girl, she's Patricia Melanhol, the prettiest girl in school..."
"Awwwww," All the girls said, including my mom.
"He has a crush," Charlie said, grinning. "Nickie Poo has a cwush."
He glared at her. "Shut the fuck up." He said.
My mom was shocked. "Nick! Go to your room!"
He ran upstairs, as if he was excited to sit on his bed, without all of us. Though that did make sense.
Once he was gone, my dad went back to what he was saying. "Harry Styles, do you want to date my daughter?" Harry nodded, "Alright then. You may date her. But you have to promise not to hurt her, I might get very angry if you do." Harry nodded again. "And one more thing," he said, I was worried. "How many tattoos do you have?"
Harry smiled, "43, sir." Suddenly Nick appeared around the corner,
"43! That's so cool! Can I see them?"
Harry grinned. "Sure." He looked at Dad as if saying, 'May I?' dad nodded. And Harry took his shirt off and handed it to me. Alex's, Connie's, Charlie's, Mom's, and my eyes all bulged out. He was so fit. Beautifully toned abs and bulging biceps. I felt faint.
"You're never getting this shirt back, just so you know." Charlie said, and grabbed it. I grinned.
"Never in a million years." I said, and I took the shirt back from her.
Nick was freaking out over Harry's tattoos, and Charlie and I were having a text conversation.
Oh my god look at him! He is a freaking masterpiece! She sent to me.
Yeah, oh my god I love him so much he's so hot and I just- ashfslkjdfhlk.
She grinned. Yeah, I bet you'll have a great time with him in bed.
"Charlie!" I said out loud, accidentally. Everyone stared at me, and then Charlie.
"What?" She said, defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
Unlike you, tomorrow you will have done something- or should I say someone.
"Shit, Charlie!" I said, "Could you stop making sexual references?" She giggled, and I realized that I had said that out loud. Everyone was staring at me, again.
"What are you talking about?" Nick said, confused. Oh jeez, I'd brought up sexual references in front of my 13 year old brother.
"Nothing," I said slowly. "Just um, Charlie and I were just texting about, umm, a movie."
"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I looked at your phone?" My mom said. I was freaking out.
"Ummmm, maybe not..." Charlie said, and I could tell she didn't want to get in trouble with my parents.
"I think I will," said my mom, and she got up and took my phone out of my hand. "Nick, go upstairs for a little bit," she said, and she began to read the messages to the group.
By the time she got to the one about having fun with him in bed, Alex, Connie, and Harry were dying laughing. Charlie's face got redder and redder as mom read the conversation. I shrunk back on the couch, trying to be out of sight.
At one point I looked up and saw Harry, with a cheeky grin on his face, looking at me. When my mom said the last part, he nodded to me, and I blushed. Unfortunately, Charlie caught this particular exchange, and she grinned a mischievous grin.
"Alright then," She said, "Now that our mature text conversation has been revealed to the room, I have to go run some errands. Alex, Connie? Will you come with?" They realized what she was getting at, and nodded. The three left to go "run errands" and so Harry and I were left with my parents.
"Well," Harry said. "I have to get going, and I believe we have a date, Aly?" I was confused, we didn't have a date! And then I realized what he was suggesting.
"Oh yeah! Let's go. Bye mom, bye dad!"
And we left, to go do unspeakable things.
11/2/13