Psychotic Fangirl - Chapter 3; hipsta please.
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There are a few times I have been caught sneaking in at concerts. I was caught two times trying to sneak into where One Direction’s tour bus and equipment busses were parked last year. They had a separate parking from the rest of the people but that didn’t stop me from taking a glance at them. I also almost got arrested for fighting with a police officer that was trying to kick me out of a One Direction concert, which took place a few months ago in LA.
I have been caught doing crazy things in my life just to get a glimpse of my idols a lot of times before. I’m actually used to it, I’m pretty sure some of the boys’ bodyguards will recognize me if they see me again. It’s not even a big deal anymore, say Paul Higgins catches me loitering around the hotel, I’d be able to come up with a lie on the spot and most likely get away with it. But getting caught by Harry Styles himself is a different case.
See, this can go in two different directions. A good one and a bad one, both will change my whole life. First the good direction, Harry will think I’m just a passionate fan who is trying really hard just to meet him and be moved by my actions, then fall in love with me and he will take me on tour with him because he cannot bear the thought of waiting six months just to be with me after touring. We live happily ever after.
Or this goes in the second direction, which is the bad one. He calls the cops to report a stalker who is trying to break into his hotel room for a piece of clothing, preferably a used one, and tweet about a psycho stalking him and mentions me and then I will get a lot of hate and twitter will suspend my account. And then my parents hear about this, so they decide to disown me.
"This is not what it looks like!" I blurted out. Harry stares at me with a blank look. He’s probably used to girls trying to break into his hotel rooms. "You see, what happened was.." I paused, thinking of a way to get out of the situation.
Shit, I can’t come up with anything. I should just come clean now. Fuck. “Okay, so maybe this is really what it looks like. I was trying to break into your room.”
"Should I call security?" He asked, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "No! Please, no! God, no!" I begged, "I’m so sorry for trying to break in, I just love you so much and I really wanted to get a piece of clothing that you’ve worn. I’m so sorry if that sounds weird. I also wanted to apologize for high fiving your dick, I swear I meant well but it just happened that way. Don’t call your body guards!" I raised my hand to cover my mouth, preventing myself from blurting out anymore ridiculous things.
Harry looked at me for a moment. He looked serious and worried. I thought he was going to call for security but felt relieved when he smiled. I was still worried but his smile just calmed my whole system down.
Jesus, this is actually happening. Harry Styles is standing right in front of me. And he’s smiling! “Well, come on in. I might have a shirt that I can give you.” He walked into the room and I followed. Harry started going through his luggage when he gestured for me to sit on his bed.
This is it. The reason for my birth has finally lead to this moment. I am actually sat on Harry Style’s bed. I am really breathing the same air as him. But, wait. Holy crap. What if he thinks I’m here because I want to have sex with him?! Fuck, I didn’t even shave my legs! Shit, I’ve never even had sex before! “I’m a virgin!”
Harry halted from searching through his bags. I was confused as to why he suddenly stopped but then immediately realized that I had just stated my virginity out loud. “Okay. I’m sure your parents are proud.” He spoke, holding himself back from laughing at my stupidity.
"Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m usually not this dumb. I can be cool sometimes, I swear." Who even on earth would try to explain themselves about being cool?! Damn it. My dream of looking cool in front of Harry Styles has vanished. Harry smiled, "Here" he handed me a dark grey shirt and I held it up to see which shirt it was.
HIPSTA PLEASE
"I haven’t worn that in awhile, but it’s clean." I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling because I was so excited and thankful for the shirt and his kindness but at the same time, I still wanted a used shirt. But, who am I to be picky? Holy shit, Harry Styles gave me one of his shirts!
I pushed myself forward, throwing myself into Harry’s hard chest and he was nice enough to wrap his arms around me in return. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this forever, oh my god. I’ve always wanted to sleep in one of your shirts.” I mentally knee-kicked myself. How many more crazy things am I going to say?!
"I’m pleased to know, thank you for your love and support. Have you eaten yet?" He asked, gently letting go of me. I shook my head to indicate, no. "I haven’t, my best friend and I have been sneaking around the hotel to get to you." Right! I need to call her.
"Well, I was on my way to meet a friend for dinner but something came up. Would you and your friend like to join m-"
"YES! Yes, I do. We do. God, sweet lord, yes." I frantically answered before he even finished his sentence. Harry smiled and patiently waited while I was calling Mitchie.
Mitchie was very thrilled when I told her what had happened and what was going to happen. She agreed to meet Harry and I at the lobby instead of going up to Harry’s room because she had been caught right before she could even say hi to Zayn.
I followed Harry into the elevator and tried to mask the beating of my hear that could be heard from a mile away by starting a small talk, which I of course messed up by stuttering. “So, how is the album going so far?”
Harry turned to face and looked me straight in the eyes while explaining, “It’s going well, some of the songs that we will be recording are written by me.” He smiled excitedly, he looked genuinely happy causing my knees to go weak but I held on. I love the way he spoke to me.
In the few moments that we were in the elevator alone, he gave me his full attention while watching my lips as I talked. He even ignored his phone when it rang because I was still talking about how I almost got arrested at one of The 1975’s shows. I of course left out the part where I almost got arrested at one of their shows as well.
Harry and I continued fangirling about The 1975 until we stepped out of the elevator. I thanked him for tweeting about them because he’s the reason why I basically got addicted to the 1975. A high-pitched scream cut off our conversation. Some of the fans were inside the lobby along with what looked like their parents. Never mess with fangirling parents, they’re the real deal.
Mitchie emerged from the small crowd and made her way towards Harry and I. This act made the other fans think that it was okay to mob Harry, pushing Mitchie and I to the side. “Wait! Stop! Harry!” I screamed while tripping and falling face flat on the floor. Damn it.
The mob became out of control and the security arrived to get Harry. He can’t leave! We were supposed to have dinner together! Shit, he doesn’t even know my name yet! Fuck!
Harry looked over his shoulder while being escorted back into the elevator, “Sorry!” he mouthed. “Harry, wait! My name!” I yelled, I really want him to remember my name. “My name is-“, the elevator doors closed, “Joelle.” I spoke just above a whisper.
Defeated, Mitchie and I headed out of the hotel and walked our way to the closest, cheapest Inn we could find. Every place we went to was all fully booked but one of the Inns about three blocks from where the boys were staying at had exactly one room left. It wasn’t really a very beautiful room but it’ll have to do so we rented it out for the week.
We were starving. I was really looking forward to that dinner with Harry. Sighing out loud, I reached for the old-fashioned phone that was sitting on the bedside table and called in for room service. We were about to have pizza instead of a maybe-fancy dinner date with Harry. Damn it.
Mitchie and I collapsed on our own beds, both letting exhaustion take over us. I clutched against my chest Harry’s shirt. This will forever be cherished. “Today was exhausting, Mitch. At least something actually happened.” I smiled. I was happy, genuinely happy.
It’s simple and might even sound stupid because the reason of my happiness at the moment is being able to interact with band members who I basically worship and I know that they are most likely bound to forget whatever happened today but to me, I will honestly think about those few seconds of interaction with them for a long time. That’s the sad truth about being a supporter. They’re basically everything to me but to them I’m just another fan.
"Hipsta Please?" I heard Mitchie mumble causing my head to tilt towards her direction. "What?" I asked. "Harry tweeted something incomprehensible again," she spoke while going through her phone.
Holy shit, he did not tweet about the shirt, did he?! In a matter of seconds I managed to leap across the room to Mitchie’s bed and snatched the phone from her hand. “Give me that!” I yelled while she cried in pain due to my elbow hitting her rib.
@harry_styles: Hipsta Please: Rain check for now, name later.
No he didn't exactly tweeted about the shirt, he's tweeting about me! No, he's tweeting to set up another dinner date? Holy fucking hell! No, I cannot get ahead of myself. This tweet could be for somebody else. He probably forgot about me already. Before I could even think of different scenarios that were building up in my head, another tweet from Harry appeared on Mitchie’s timeline.
@harry_styles: My fellow the 1975 fanatic, let’s speak again soon.
"Oh my lord! MITCHIE BRIGGS I AM GOING TO SHIT MYSELF!"
