"So,
you're telling me you met Harry Styles, one of the
hottest british boys, and he gave you his number?" Megan
asks puzzled. I nod and stare blankly at the paper. His
number was inside. His hand touched this paper. I nod, still
confused and happy it had happened. If it wasn't for my
small bladder, I wouldn't have met him. "Are you
sure it was really him and not some random dude looking like
him?"
"I'm
sure."
"Well then,
there's only one thing left to do. Call him!"
I open
the paper and the flashing of numbers appear. I take out my
cellphone and type in the numbers. I press call and wait for
him to answer. I put it on speaker so that Megan could listen
also.
"Hello?"
Megan's eyes
widen and she bites her fingers. The sound of his charming
british accent runs in my head.
"Uh,
hi."
"Who is
this?"
"It's
Lucy, the girl who bumped into you at the amusement
park."
"Ah, why hello
love."
I
squeal a little and so does Megan. We cross our fingers,
hoping he did not just hear that. I bite my lip and look at
Megan, wondering what to say next.
"I
was wondering love, if you'd like to go for dinner this
Saturday?"
My
almond-shaped brown eyes look up at Megan as she prances
around the room, slow dancing with an imaginary Harry. I
shush her quiet as she began singing a song in a high pitched
voice.
"Uh,
sure."
"I'll pick
you up at 7, see you then love."
He
disconnects from the phoneline and I gasp, not blinking.
Harry Styles, asked me out on a date. Then a familiar, loving
face ran through my mind. Brian.
"I
can't go," I say shockingly. Megan walks over to me
and sits down, confused. She tilts her head, causing her
summer blond curls to fall into her face. She brushes
them away and glares blankly at me.
"Why?"
"Brian."
OneDiReCtion8163 · 1 decade ago
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It's really good :)