#44 The Interview With Harry Styles (HS)
“I shall go into the room and show full on attitude!” I yelled.
“I shall pretend that he is shit and I rock!” I screamed louder.
“I will be all cool and who are you sorts and enamour the hell out of him!” I pushed the door open, and with my friend whispering, you can do it in my ear. I will. I was totally capable of this. I stood in the cue to reach him, noticing there was a guy in front of me. Getting this interview will be huge for the blog. I was a freelancer, but the site loved the way I covered stories and interviews and wanted me to cover this one as well.
“Are you okay?” Ezra asked.
“Yes! I shall rock. I shall confuse and I shall-” I did my ninja moves to show my confidence.
“You’re next.” The manager called out in a monotone. The guy in front of me had disappeared, and I was next to go in the room.
“I can do it?” I questioned now. My nerves finally showing themselves, “Can I? Where are you? Ezra! Tell me?”
“What? Of course, you can! You were just ninja-ing the fuck out. You are awesome! So cool! He is just what? Nothing. You can do it!” He cheered and I could feel my bones turning jelly.
I could see his dimples, just one side of his cheek as he answered the questions. He wore a black shirt with his classic black jeans. His coat hung on the side, his phone kept right beside him. His hair, oh his hair, were combed back, much shorter than how I liked them. He was so hot, how could just half of him be so hot? Wait. What? Concentrate. I have come so far to take this interview. He is just an average guy who is easy to talk to and I shall take my interview. Average guy with really nice lips...eyes...dimples...voice. Concentrate!
“You can go now.” The monotone, again.
“Walk, c’mon. You rock!” Ezra nudged.
“No, I don’t!” I whimpered.
“You do!” He pushed, and I entered the space.
The bright light hit my face, and for a moment I could see nothing. When I could, he was in front of me, “Hi, I’m Harry. How are you, today?” His hand was in front of me, waiting for me to push my hand in his to shake, but it was not happening. My eyes were wide, in shock, he was in front of me! I was star struck. I was stuck. I had this dream like the expression on my face, my eyes wide in love and surprise. “Umm,” he looked at me, and frowned, “are you okay?” I could feel his hand come up to hold my face, but that’s when I fell into his body and fainted.
“Hey...” I heard a soft voice whisper, as my eyes opened. A hand, combed through my hair slowly, calming me. “How do you feel?” He whispered again. The voice was so familiar, a favourite. I stretched my head on the pillow and turned my head to the person.
My vision cleared from the blur, “Aaaaaaaaaaa!” In a second, I was on the other side of the bed. My hair was open, and my jacket was off. I moved a little to get my hair away, curse them for being so long.
“I am sure I am not this scary, love!” Harry Styles was in front of me. He was on the edge of the bed. “Breathe, just breathe...” He took deep breaths with me, and I tried my best to calm down.
“Oh! You’re up!” Ezra walked in with a doughnut in his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Where am I?” I asked as Harry Styles sat on the bed.
“You are on a bed,” Ezra replied.
“Thanks, I was confused. Thanks!” I said, sarcastically looking at Ezra.
“You are in a guest bedroom in my house. Still, you’re still here.” I took a deep breath again. “Are you okay?” He laughed a bit.
“I expected this. She has had a crush on you for 7 years now. It had to happen!” I threw a pillow at Ezra, but he caught it and put it back in place.
“7 years. Woah, that is a long time,” He looked at me, his eyes just stared into mine. “You have really beautiful eyes.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Moreover, Ezra coughed. “Anyway...”
“Yeah, food is ready! Why don’t you get fresh and come eat dinner, yeah?” He looked at me, “Yeah?”
“Yeah...yeah yes,” I nodded.
After getting a lot of pep talk in the very luxurious washroom of this mansion, I walked out. The dining table had three mats laid out, “Oh, you are here. We have Italian tonight. I hope you like it,” Harry looked at me and smiled, “Please sit,”
I did without further embarrassing myself, “Where is everybody?” I asked.
“They left. The work was done. I pressured you stayed because I had never had anybody fall into my arms so gracefully and not wake up before,” He giggled.
“Where is Ezra?” I gulped.
“You know, you have to tell me if I am scary. You look like I am going to kill you,” when I didn’t respond, “I’m not! And Ezra is answering a phone call.”
“Thank you for the food and well taking care of me. I didn’t mean to fall. I don’t know what happened.” I mumbled.
“Eat first, what will you have first? Lasagne or the spaghetti?” He asked, and I felt so surreal that, all I could take out of my mouth was an, “uh.”
“I just saved your ass, woman,” Ezra walked in. “You should treat me for the next month! You are off the hook, you can submit the article by the weekend.”
“I am going to give you Lasagne,” Harry finalised and put some on my plate.
“Would you still be willing to take the interview?” I asked, finally realising the gravity of the situation and how unprofessional I had been. “I’m sorry. I’m never this lost. It’s just I have always dreamt of meeting you and usually, I have always been absolutely badass and amazing and so smart and nice, and it’s all gone and I don’t know if this happening or if I am dreaming and,”
“Wow. You’re really chatty, aren’t you?” He smirked. “I’ll give the interview. If you eat the pasta and the lasagne, I made it, and I am very touchy about my food,” He smiled.
“You made all this?” Ezra asked.
“Yeah, I have a habit of making too much food and eating it for the next three days,” He raised his eyebrows, and I took a bite.
“It’s really nice. Thank you for doing this. You are very kind.” Ezra, at his best behaviour.
The rest of the dinner conversation revolved between Harry and Ezra because I was busy savouring the food I will never get to eat by Harry Styles. In the end, he poured us a glass of wine, “can we do this off camera? I am not ready.”
“Yeah okay,” I nodded. “Do you read, Harry?” I asked, getting comfortable in my own skin and recovering. The massive wall of bookshelves made me curious.
“As much as I can,” He stood next to me.
“So, you’re not one of those who claim coolness by not reading, huh?” I picked up a book.
“Is it cool? Not reading?” He frowned and, I looked at him, laughing.
“Thank you for doing this. Nobody else would, “ No one else would have done this.
“I had to see those eyes again,” He whispered.
“No one looked at me like that before,” he laughed.
“No, not really. I usually, am able to describe each emotion. I couldn’t do it with yours. What did they mean?” He asked, staring into mine. “They still hold it.”
“It’s ready! Come take your interview!” Ezra called.
I asked him all my questions, and he answered all of them in detail, taking his time and going off topic to only come back again.
“And, that’s it. Thank you so much for doing this for us.”
“It’s over?” He pouted. “That’s sad.” He kept looking at me.
“Yeah, we should head out. Long way for you from here,” Ezra, completely oblivious to us. “You know, why don’t you stay here. Let’s find you a hotel, and you can take the train back from here in the morning. No use going back this late at night. Use the money they’re giving you.” He kept talking wrapping up the recorder.
“Where do you have to go?” Harry asked.
“Oh, I have a bus from right outside to Brighton in 20 mins! This one has to go back to LSE.” Ezra kept talking paying no attention to us.
“That’s a long way from here,” Harry looked at me.
“Brighton? Yeah. Will reach in a couple of hours.” Ezra replied. “I am going to go get my bag and he walked off.
“It’s okay, will take the tube back,” I smiled, picking my bag up.
“Do you mind if I leave you?” Harry asked, picking my bag before me.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to bother you anymore.” I shook my head.
“It’s no bother. I love driving. I’d like to drive you back. Love to, actually,” he said, nervously.
“Right! We should be leaving!” Ezra walked out and Harry looked at me expectantly.
“Harry offered drive us back,” I told him and Harry smiled, his dimples out.
He walked back inside, and Ezra came closer, “What did you do?”
“We are too fortunate today!”
Harry insisted that we waited in the car till Ezra’s bus left and then, we made a move to my house. We talked more about myself mostly. What I was studying, where I was working etc. Etc.
“Thank you, Harry!” I repeated again, in middle of our conversation. “No one does this!”
“Stop thanking me, now! I figured we are friends by now?” He frowned. “Aren’t we?”
“Well, if we have to be friends, you need to tell me about you!” I laughed.
“You know most about me!”
“Not really, I know most about Harry Styles. I really look up to him. He inspires me, but he is a media created persona. You are just Harry. Tell me about you?” his eyes twinkled and he nodded.
We continued talking, “to the left and just two houses down,” I directed him towards my tiny apartment which I shared with another roommate. “That’s my house. The first floor of it actually.” I turned to look at him. “Thank you so much for dropping me.”
“Would you like to come up? For a coffee?” I asked with hope.
“It’s pretty late. I should head back,” He shook his head.
“Well, it was lovely meeting you. And, please do read my piece when it comes out.” I said, getting out of the car.
“I’ll keep an eye out. Bye love,” He waved and I watched him drive out. There goes my opportunity of ever meeting him again. Me and my big mouth.
“Hey! There is bouquet out front for you! I am leaving for class!” my roommate banged the bathroom door. Washing my face, I came out to find a huge bunch of white roses in a vase kept on the desk. I searched for the card, and blushed as it read.
Let’s go out again? For coffee maybe?
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