Hello everyone! Monday it's my birthday, so this will be the last chapter I'll upload this week. The next one will be up probably on Tuesday or Wednesday. I want to dedicate this story to TripleD, because I love 'One Demon' :) She's such an amazing writer, check her stories out! Please vote and comment! - Mariana x. BTW, Happy Birthday Niall!
Chapter Eleven:
A Night With Styles
The cops took us to the station. Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, Harry, and I, were completely scared about what was going to happen next.
“What if they enclose us with the insane?” Liam nervously assumed
“It’s not an asylum, Liam” Zayn joked “The worst thing could happen is not having berths.”
Taking a deep breath “Yeah, it is true…we should keep calm in this type of…” shouting “Abnormal situations!” everyone laughed
The chief of the police got closer to us “So, you are the British boys on town, right? The ones whom had been causing all the latest scandals.”
“Yeh, well…I’m actually Irish” Niall grinned
“I don’t care” he choked “Want my advice? Do not go out of your cell” we turned to see each other in concern, he then added “Just in case the other four men are in the same section…you know…we don’t want any deaths tonight” our mouths fell open “Kidding children…anyhow, Miss…” flipping a page in his clipboard “Thompson, am I correct?”
“Positive, Sr.” I said
“You going to the female section, please follow The General”
I turned to Harry, his eyes wide open “No!” he grinned and grabbed my hand tighter “She won’t go anywhere alone.”
“I’m not asking you, Mr.…” he did the same thing with his clipboard “Styles. I’m sorry if you wanted to spend the night with her but that is not going to happen in my station.”
“It’s not the, ‘spending the night’ thingy which bothers me! I-I just…I need to take care of her! We’re in jail!”
“That’s what cells are for Mr. Styles…please let go from Miss Thompson so she gets to her cell.”
Harry met my gaze and I smiled “Its okay Harry, I’ll be fine…is just a few hours,” he finally let go from my hand and I started following The General. We walked through a long, dark, hallway, and then exited through a huge rusty-metal door. When the door was opened, the sunlight started burning my eyes. It felt like if I’d been in a cave for over a year and suddenly decided to go out. “This is where the prisoners have their breaks…if you ever come back here, this will be your favorite place” The General admitted. Most of the prisoners stared at us, especially to me. It was starting to bother me, when through the speakers, the voice of the chief said “Time to go back to your cells.” Everyone started walking to the same rusty door we walked out a minute ago. I returned my stare to the front, and saw another door. This one…not so rusty, though. We entered as another dark hallway appeared. Why don’t they have any light bulbs? Hadn’t they heard that Thomas Alva Edison invented those 130 years ago!? We arrived into a small office; the cop got in and after a minute walked out with an orange dungaree.
“Here you have,” handing it to me
“Thank you” I grabbed it and looked at the floor
“Heads up and put it on!” he shouted
He pointed into a small door at the left of the office. It was a bathroom. I took my clothes off and put the ugly dungaree on. I leaned down to grab my stuff when my cellphone started vibrating inside my jeans “Harry,” I sighed in relief.
“Everything alright, babe? H x.”
“Yes, I’m fine…How are you? I can’t keep on with the texts, I’m supposed to be dressing up…they’ll notice” I texted back
“I know me too…I’m so sorry Jenny. This is my entire fault.”
“Don’t blame yourself :) see ya in a few hours.”
“:) I Love you.”
When I read his last text, all I could do was smile. He told me he loved me…even if it was through a message…it felt so surreal but somehow really special. The police started knocking the door, “What are you doing in there!?” I shook my head and smiled one more time before going out. I opened the door and walked all the way to The General, I gave him my stuff “Why you took so long, Miss. Thompson?” he asked, I remained silence. I couldn’t stop thinking on Harry’s text, “Miss Thompson!” he shouted.
“Yes Sir!” I shouted back
He rolled his eyes “We are not in the army, Miss.”
“I know, I’m sorry”
He smiled, “Do not worry…that’s your cell for tonight enjoy the…rocky view” he joked and walked away as I entered the cell.
I sat on the small bed and looked around. I seriously can’t do anything in here…I lay down and started thinking.
When you’re young, life’s believed in imagination, it’s about running barefoot and jumping in the rain. It’s about happiness and the little material things such as toys, and flowers. It’s about watching the rainbow appear after a monsoon. While you’re growing older you notice that life’s not all about imagination. It’s about what shoe fits me best, and put yourself in someone else’s. Caring about others, while trying to be noticed by the person you love. You notice that life is a challenge, and you realize that with every challenge comes an equal opportunity. Because, bad things will happen, but we must never let the sadness of our past, and the fear of our future, ruin the happiness of our present, right? Life is about being careful when a monsoon comes up, and find an umbrella to cover; it’s about the big material things that money can buy without a meaning. Being immature with your friends, but mature enough to be in a relationship, because if you decide to be in a relationship, it’s because you are ready to be happy, to smile, to laugh, to make good memories with someone else, not to constantly be upset, to be hurt, and to cry…it’s about being a good, and comprehensive person, but at the same time not letting others use you. So if you ask me what is life all about now, I would say, life is about dreaming. You never know when your life would make a 180° turn, and you’ll end up being a famous musician…a famous actress…or writer…Life is about never giving up on your dreams, because the best dreams happen when you’re awake…and now I realize that I was awake when Harry told me he liked me, but…how could he? I’ve always thought that, if someone is going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that they know what are they falling in love with…falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. Falling in love with my immaturity; my constant need to feel loved, and appreciated; my overactive tear ducts; my internet-twitter obsession. They will fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If HE falls in love with me, he’ll fall in love with my self-hate and my imperfections, and my perception that nobody could ever love me. But, he is also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with him; the way I’ll text him in the mornings just telling, ‘I hope you have a great day.’ He is falling in love with the occasionally humorous and though-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about him. But to me, the most important thing will be that Harry is falling in love with…is with me…despite my thinking that it’s impossible.
The next thing I realized was that The General was inside my cell, “What’s happening?” my voice sounding a little hoarse.
“Time to leave…or do you want to spend another night in this hotel?” he joked and helped me up. I had fallen asleep…I fixed my hair a little bit, but before I could get out, I heard my five favorite boys shouting my name “Jennifer!” they all ran inside the cell to hug me. They started kissing my cheeks and forehead, “Guys!” I laughed “It was just a few hours!” everyone, including the cops, laughed and Niall, Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Liam, let me go. We started walking to the entrance; I was between Harry and Liam, grabbing Harry’s hand in one side and crossing arms with Liam in the other. Simon entered and waved us. As he was getting closer he told the boys that the signing had been cancelled, “Why!?” the five of them complained “Today, is the first day of your free week, remember?” He motioned us to go outside and get into the van, while he talked with the chief. As expected, all New York Directioners were outside.
“Hello!” Louis shouted and the crowd went crazy “How’s everybody!?”
To Harry “I love your fans, they all are really dedicated…you should appreciate them” I muttered
“We do! We know they are a little crazy, but hey! It’s the deadliest and most awesome fandom ever existed!” proudly admitted
We turned to Louis “Yesterday at the accident, I spoke with a fan. She cried because she was finally going to see us today at the signing, but Simon just told us that the signing was cancelled…did you knew that?” all of the fans shouted ‘yes,’ so he continued “So, I’m asking this fan…which I don’t know her name…to come in front, please…are you in here, little redhead?” the crowd went silence. What is Louis trying to do?
Poking Lou’s shoulder, “Boo Bear…” Harry whispered
Louis ignored him as the small fan appeared “Oh! There you are, babe!” the girl smiled and walked closer “Please, please, tell me your name.”
“Manon” she timidly said
“Hello Manon!” he gave her a kiss on the cheek “Look, I’m sorry I had no idea that the signing would be cancelled…would you forgive me?”
“Sure” she smiled
“Thank you!” giving her a hug, “But I want to make it up to you” the little girl’s eyes wide opened
“You will give me your autograph!?” she asked excited
“No!” Louis joked “Kidding, if you want my autograph, I’ll be pleased to give it to you, babe…but that wasn’t what I was going to ask you…Would you like to come with me, to Spain?” everyone’s mouth, including the band’s, fell open “I’m tracking this gorgeous bird, named Mar and she’s from Spain. She must be in school right now, though…and I want to give her a surprise…BUT!” he made a dramatic pause “I need someone to join me in this adventure and I believe none of my charming lads will be able, right guys?” he turned to the rest of us.
Liam excited “Right…I’m going to Russia with my family,” turning to a news reporter with a camera, “So Russia…get ready for Daddy Direction!”
“I’m staying in New York,” Zayn offered smiling to the fans “I want to spend some time with my new friend, Alana.”
Harry put his arms around me “And I’m gonna take this gorgeous girl to her hometown with me” he gave me a kiss on the cheek, “And ask her to many dates as possible.”
I love this boy!
And finally Niall contributed “Well, I’m gonna meet this beautiful tumblr girl, named Skyler...because I’m going to Holland!!” he shouted raising his hands. Simon got out and joined us. Harry looked at him and for the first time, I finally saw Simon smiling at him. I’m definitely not attending school this week…
“So, what you say? Would you be joining me in this, ‘Louis Tomlinson’s adventure’ and be the ‘Robin’ to my ‘Batman’?” Louis politely asked
“Yes!” the redhead said and everyone started cheering
Simon told us to get into the van. We were all ready, but Louis was left. He was asking for Manon’s phone number. When he was done, he waved her and climbed into the van.
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“Okay, what do you prefer…getting out of this cab, naked…or…that you go swimming and your bikini suddenly disappears?” Harry asked
“Hmm…” I started thinking “Would my bikini disappear because you pulled it off? Or just because of magic?”
Laughing “Because I pulled it off! But remember that you are in a public pool, everyone will see you naked.”
“But if I chose the cab option…people would see me naked either…it would be less embarrassing inside a pool…I’ll choose the second option,” we burped out laughing. We saw how the driver eyed us through the rearview smiling. Harry turned to me and took his IPhone out. He clicked on ‘notes’ and started typing. When he finished he showed me the screen.
‘He is obviously listening to every word we say, right? Let’s prank him! Do as I do! Lol’
I gave him his phone back, smiled, and nodded.
“Yeah, I was hoping you would choose that option…” Harry started
“Why?” I followed him
“Because in that option I take your clothes off,” we saw how the driver looked at us again, so we continued “Tempting, right?” winking his left eye.
“Uhm,” I said and Harry smiled “But if I had chosen the other option, you could take my clothes off too.”
Harry blushed, closed his eyes, and smiled “Let’s do it then!”
The driver eyed us one more time. Harry turned to face me, and started grabbing my shirt “The airport is far away, right?” he asked the driver, who immediately looked away, “We do have some time for all this…” looking at me “Loveliness…” I felt myself blushed when I heard him calling me that way.
“Two blocks away” the driver answered
“Oh well…let’s save it for tonight,” making emphasis in the last word. The cab stopped in a red light and once again, the driver looked at us. I closed my eyes as I felt Harry’s lips in my neck. This has been the best prank I had ever made…he then kissed my lips as the cab started moving again.
Coughing, “The New York’s airport, Sr.”
Harry quitted kissing me and said, “Thank you very much, gentleman! Here goes” taking his wallet out and paying the driver.
He got down and ran to open the door for me, he offered his right hand “Ma’am,” I smiled and took it. The driver opened the trunk and pulled our suitcases out. Harry quickly helped him “Thank you, gentleman!”
The driver nervously nodded and started driving again. We burped out laughing.
“Oh my God, he was so nervous!” I exposed
“I know! He was like, ‘what the hell with this kids!?’” Harry admitted “But anyways, let’s go inside.”
He hung his suitcase in his right shoulder, and grabbed mines with his right hand while grabbing my hand with the other one. We walked in and everyone started looking at us. At first I thought that our moment will be interrupted by fans, but they all seemed to respect Harry’s space, so we continued. We went to the checking zone, and the police started checking our suitcases. When they were done, they checked my handbag, “Thank you” the man said and grabbed our things. We started walking to the boarding zone when a tall, green eyed, blonde, spotted Harry and screamed. Perfect moment officially ruined…
“Well, it lasted longer than I thought it would…” I sighed looking down
I heard how a group of girls started following us, Harry then looked at me and I felt his hand grabbing mine tighter. I turned to see him, he smiled. I smiled back, as we both started running. Harry found an exit door and led me to it. The security guard that was standing in front of it, opened it for us. We escaped the crowd shutting the door behind us. We leaned in the wall and started laughing.
“I’m…so…sorry,” he said gasping
“Don’t…worry!” I gasped back, “It was…really fun, at least I got to do some exercise”
He kissed my cheek “At what time does our fight leaves?”
“8:30pm” I answered
“And what time is it?”
I looked at my wristwatch “8:10pm!” we laughed “We need to get back in there, right now!”
Teasing me, “Ready for another run?”
“More than ready!” I smiled
“Let’s do this, poo!”
He opened the door a little bit as the security guard’s face, appeared and started whispering, “All clear, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. The door that will lead you to the inside of your plane is exactly at 25mts from this point. You children need to run really fast, because the group of crazy girls is separated in two…8 young ladies are sitting beside me, and the rest of them…which are, perhaps… another 8, are beside the other door…so good luck, and thank you for choosing us as your flying preference,” he joked and we silently laughed “Okay, at my count…ready?” we nodded, “Ready…set…Go!”
Harry grabbed my hand, and pushed the door. We started running while everyone noticed us again. I looked around and saw all the girls running behind us. This is totally an adventure. Everyone started filming and taking pictures of the amazing moment, but at the time we crossed the other door…we were completely safe! We stopped and Harry lifted me up. I grabbed his head with both of my hands and kissed his forehead. After a few seconds, he put me back down and from behind me, he wrappted his arms around my waist. We were facing the big crystal door, in which we could see all the screaming fans.
“This is another thing you should get used to” teasing me
“I know…but I’ve got the perfect idea to maintain the girls away” I joked
Smiling “Oh really? And what’s that?”
“I’m gonna cover your face with a brown paper bag, that says ‘taken’”
Laughing he kissed me one last time and looked at his fans. He smiled to them, let me go, and searched something in my handbag. He took out a pen, and my journal, opened it in a new blank page, and started to write something. I was trying to look, but he simply stuck out his tongue and kept writing. Cute. When he was finally done, he put my journal against the door so every girl, would be able to see what he wrote, expect for me…they started taking pictures to the notebook and a minute later, Harry put it away. He put it back inside my handbag, and placed his left hand in my waist leading me to the plane.
“What was all that about?” I smiled
“I was just doing my job,” he smiled back kissing my cheek
We got into the airplane while the airhost showed us our seats. Harry helped me with my handbag; he took our IPhones, his laptop, and my IPad out, put my purse on top, and sat beside me. We felt how the airplane started moving, and saw the dark-haired airhost coming out. She told us some instructions and then faded away.
“Are you going to tell me, what you wrote on my journal?” I asked
“What?” teasing me
“Harry…” I laughed “Tell me!”
“What?”
“Ugh,” I groaned and looked away
I felt how his hand reached my shoulder, but I ignored it. I wasn’t mad at all; I was just being a drama queen. He started poking my shoulder so I turned to him. He was hiding his face behind my IPad, which had a picture of a drawing he had made, “Do you remember this?” he mumbled. I shook my head and he popped out from behind. I smiled at the sudden cheeky smile he gave me, “It was our first ‘Draw Something’ match.” Aww! That’s so sweet! I can’t believe he remembers that! I leaned to kiss him. He smiled and the airhost walked in again, “Turn off your electronic devices, please” we nodded and turned everything off. The flight started, and the pilot announced that it was okay to take our security belts off. I took it off and leaned against Harry’s shoulder. I felt his head against mine, so I closed my eyes. After a few hours I started to shiver.
Smiling, “My favorite ‘Jack Wills’ sweatshirt, for my favorite girl” he took his sweatshirt off and helped me put it on. He kissed my cheek, and I kissed him back. Leaning against his shoulder, one more time, I fall asleep.
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A lot of news reporters were tapping everything; a huge crowd was gathered outside Woodford’s airport. Every girl was wearing a One Direction t-shirt, or holding a poster, it was insane. Harry signed for some of them and after a few minutes he answered a phone call.
“My mom is on her way” he cheered “She’s driving us to Holmes Chapel. We’re staying in her house, because I forgot to ask Louis for the keys to our flat”
Ignoring the fact that Louis and Harry lived together I said, “Your mom? I’m gonna meet your mom!?” he happily nodded, “I’m wearing sweatpants and your hoodie!” he grabbed me by the waist, “This is not a proper way to meet your mom!” I started whining
“You look beautiful,” he admitted “I love when you’re not wearing any make up,” I smiled and leaned my face against his shoulder. He hugged me tighter, and continued “Look,” he let go off me and took his IPhone out, clicked on ‘images’ and showed me the screen.
“When did you took that!?” I pulled the phone away from his hands, he burped out laughing.
“I told you, you are gorgeous!”
“I’m sleeping!” complaining
“The sleeping beauty” teasing me he winked his left eye
I couldn’t help myself so I started laughing too. I gave him his phone back, and hugged him “You little fool.”
He kissed my forehead, and over my head, he shouted “Mom!”
No, no, no, please don’t say Harry…
“Edward!” a woman’s voice shouted. Oh well…I turned around and her mom started walking toward us. Harry ran to hug her and tears started coming out from her bright blue eyes. She started kissing his forehead and started asking him a lot of questions, like every loving mother would do…after a minute, Harry turned to see me and her mom did too. With her beautiful long hair tied in a ponytail, and wearing a long white shirt with some black leggings, they started walking towards me, I started smiling.
“Mom, she’s Jennifer Thompson, the girl I told you about” grabbing my hand “Jenny, she’s my mother, Anne.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you” I shyly smiled
“Hello sweetheart! The pleasure is all mine!” she leaned to kiss my cheek in gesture, and added “Edward had told me a lot of things about you! Please forgive him for being so immature” she joked
“Mom, I’m not immature, I’m 18 now!”
Sarcastic “Oh yeah, mature enough” she winked at me, “Let’s go kiddos!”
Harry grabbed our suitcases and we all started walking. His mom reached my right side and started talking with me. She’s so sweet, easy to hang with…polite, and caring. She sort off reminds me of my mom. We arrived to her car. I helped Harry with the suitcases and got inside. His mom started driving.
“Where’s Gemma?” Harry asked “I thought she might come with you, to pick us up.”
“She went to Goostrey with some friends” Anne explained
“Oh…” Harry sighed, looking at me, “Gemma is my sister.”
“You didn’t tell me you had one.”
“Well, he’s not having a sister during the entire weekend. Neither a mom for tonight.” his mom added
“What? Why? Where are you going?” Harry mumbled
“Zayn’s mom need my help to arrange some things before Zayn arrives.” She sweetly said
Confused, “Isn’t Zayn staying in New York?”
“Is he?”
“Yes…that’s what he said” Harry exposed “Besides, they’re from Bradford! You going to Bradford, for tonight?”
“Yeah, well I might stay a little bit longer” she laughed “You guys are mature enough to behave yourselves…right?”
“I just arrived!” Harry complained, completely ignoring the question “You can’t go, mom” his face fell
“I’m so sorry, love…but I promised Patricia I would.”
So I guess that’s Zayn’s mom, name. Harry remained silence. We arrived to Holmes Chapel and when his mom parked in front of his house, he said.
“Well…Jennifer…” his mom and I turned to see him “This will be your first night with Styles.”
Happy birthday Niall! :) Did you like this chapter? Don't forget to VOTE! Have a nice day! - Henny