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The whole drive home my mind is racing and I'm trying to both rationalise and understand everything that's happened, and how I would even begin to explain the night's occurrence to my family. Oh, hey fam. Just had dinner with Harry Styles. Yes... the Harry Styles. It seems incredibly unlikely, and I wouldn't know where to even begin. My mind wanders back to the scene I've played out in my head, over and over again, almost trying to convince myself it actually happened.
"Here," he said, as he handed me his phone. "Put your number in, and we can catch up again if you'd like," he said very nonchalantly.
I left, with adrenaline pumping throughout my body, but that soon turned to feelings of doubtfulness. Yes, he did indeed ask for my number, but he never gave me his. Perhaps he asked out of politeness?
When I pull up in my driveway, I notice Dad's car in the garage and see that he's home from the two-day work conference he had in Sydney. I'm genuinely so happy to see that he's back again and wonder if I'll tell him what had occurred, or if I would even know what to tell him. I doubt he'd even know who Harry was. Better not.
I check the bedroom door of my parents, and am met by the sound of light snoring, so I instead head upstairs to my room. I pace back and forth for a few moments, overcome with feelings of wanting to scream out of giddiness, and instead fall silently back onto my bed, clenching a pillow as if I were part of a cheesy 80's sitcom.
Opening my laptop, I type 'Harry Styles' into Google search and am met with 66,200,000 search results. I am so out of my depth right now. I find numerous articles pairing him with a string of famous celebrities, and one even claiming that he was spotted at an LA bar earlier this evening with eye witnesses claiming that he was "out of control drunk." I laugh to myself about that considering they clearly don't even know which country he's in, let alone which bar.
I then search his twitter and almost choke on my water when I see that he has over 28 million followers! 28 million! It seems so laughable in comparison to my measly 300 something followers. I read over a few more articles and realise that I need to stop and go to bed. Maybe my head will be more clearer in the morning.
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I awake to the annoying droning sound of my phone alarm, and move my arm around aimlessly on the floor to shut off the annoying noise. I slide my finger across the screen and my room is silent once again - well, besides the faint chirping sounds of the birds outside my window. I am tempted to go back to sleep, however the overbearingly loud engine noise of our neighbour's lawn mower soon decides for me. Fine - I'm up!
I sit up in bed, and do some morning stretches as I try to adjust to such an early time of morning. I scroll through my Instagram feed for a little while, and when I'm done, I notice a message on my home screen that I didn't see previously.
Probably Scarlett. I prepare myself for the emotional onslaught that I'm sure to receive about her meeting up with Jackson. Pages and pages of screenshots and paragraphs of "and I was like... then he was like," but instead I notice it's from an unsaved number.
Hey, really glad you attacked me. If your offer still stands in being my tour guide, message me when you can, H x
Suddenly the memories from last night come flooding back. How can I even process this right now? I'm just completely bewildered at the entirety of the situation. I reread the message. "really glad you attacked me." I smirk as I recall the moment I sprayed him in the eyes with the Our Moment perfume, thinking that he was an attacker. I decide to get some food into me before I think about replying. I head downstairs and find Mum preparing her breakfast in the kitchen.
"Morning Mum," I say with a spring in my step.
"Morning darl," she says cheerfully. "What's gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?" I say as I snatch the piece of vegemite toast she's holding and take a bite.
"You're happier than usual. Especially this early in the morning," she responds, a little too skeptically for my liking.
"Dad's back," I say smiling at her through mouthfuls. Hoping she'll accept that as my explanation. She gives me a suspicious look and goes back to reading the newspaper as I exit.
I head to the lounge room and find my 17 year old sister Marnie absentmindedly watching one of the morning shows, and decide to sit on her, squishing her in the process.
"Get off!" she laughs. "You're so bloody annoying Ava." I stay put until she threatens me with tickling. My absolute weakness.
I sit in the spot next to her and lean against her knees as they're propped up.
"So Scarlett called last night asking for you," she informs. "You didn't get home till late either." The way in which she states it is almost in the way a detective might question a suspect in a case, trying to pin him for something.
I freeze for a moment and then recover in an instant.
"Stop snooping Marnie," I say and poke her in the tummy lightly. "If you spent half as much time studying instead of snooping, maybe your Maths grades might be higher."
"Go on then, who is he?" She asks confidently as if she knows it must have been a boy, and ignoring my insult.
Normally I wouldn't really hesitate in telling her these things, but I'm pretty sure she's had a poster of Harry on her wall at some point and what would I even tell her? Hey, just hung out with Harry Styles - you know, the usual. She wouldn't believe me if I tell her anyways. I might just leave it for now.
"Don't you have an assignment or something to do?" I quickly change the subject. "Back to school tomorrow for you!" I say enthusiastically.
She groans and I take it as my cue to leave. Success.
I head upstairs and decide on my outfit for the day and choose a new playsuit I ordered from ASOS, and for once, it actually looks in person as it does in the photo. I'm sick to death of ordering things online, only to try it on, and it looks like a potato sack. They have free returns, but seriously, who can be bothered sending it all the way back? First world problems of a lazy person I suppose. I brush the knots from my hair, and quickly put it into two braids to the side. I decide to put a little more time into my make up today, even bothering to fill in my eyebrows, and add a nude lip colour. Finally dressed, and ready to take on the day, I re open his message to reply.
"You've conveniently left out the part where I saved your life. I have work, but I can message you when I'm done? A"
I kind of want to take the message back, purely for the fact that it sounds like I'm signing off the same way the mystery person "A" does on the show Pretty Little Liars. Again, another thing Marnie is obsessed with. Personally, I don't get it. I think I've watched two and a half seasons, but soon got sick of the suspense, as well as every episode feeling like you know the suspect, only to figure out it's completely wrong. I don't have the patience for it.
Scarlett's car horn brings me out of my mini stupor and kiss Mum on the cheek as I run out the front door. I hear my phone vibrate in my bag as I get in the car and am reminded that Scarlett doesn't know of my day yesterday.
I check my phone as I get in, and surely enough, it's from him.
Touché Sinclair. I'll drive x
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