Operation Haylor

*Written by me and my friend Josh*
When two starstruck teens meet their favorite stars, they won't let anything get in the way of winning those stars over. Not even the fact that their favorite stars are in a relationship. With each other.


7. Written by me

“Jules, I don't know what I ever saw in Taylor,” Harry said. “I don't know what I've ever seen in any girl. Jules, all I want is you.” He kissed me.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. Then I kissed him.

“Jules, I never understood what love was really like, but I felt it for the first time looking in your eyes,” he quoted from the boys' song, “Loved you First.”

I kissed him again. “I can't believe this is happening,” I was grinning from ear to ear.

He swept me into his arms. “Well, it isn't. It's just a dream, Jules.”
“Jules, get up,” my mom whispered.

I groaned and turned over in bed. I was startled when I opened my eyes. Where was I? What was going on? And most importantly: How did someone move me while I was sleeping? I'm not a light sleeper.

Oh, I had forgotten. We were in a hotel.

I squinted as I looked up at my mom. The hotel's bathroom light was on behind her. It was bright outside. What time is it?

“It's nine, and we're supposed to meet the boys at twelve,” she said. Sometimes I swear we can read each others' minds. It's kinda cool. “I thought you'd wanna get up and get showered and ready.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I groaned. I'm not a morning person, especially when someone wakes me up. And she woke me up from dreaming about Harry! Then I replayed my dream in my head and smiled. I always write down my dreams in a dream journal but I didn't bring it with. I figured we'd only be in Hershey one night and hoped I could just remember any dreams I had. There was no chance I was forgetting this one.

“I just had the best dream,” I told my pillow, hoping my mumbling was loud and clear enough for my mom to hear. I waited for her response. Ugh, I thought when I didn't receive an answer. I was going to have to repeat myself.

I flipped over. “I just had the best dream,” I repeated.

She turned to me. “Oh yeah? What was it about?”

I told her about it. “And you woke me up,” I said in mock accusation. I knew it was better that she had gotten me up. It was the last day to make Harry fall for me. Besides, I was really excited anyway.

“Sorry,” she said.

I laid in bed for another ten minutes, trying to gather the strength to throw myself out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom. I finally sat up and pushed myself out of the bed. I gathered the things I'd need to get ready and then stood watching my mom finish getting ready in the bathroom.

“I had a really hard time falling asleep last night,” I told her.

“Why do you think that is?” she asked. Her face showed she was genuinely curious.

“Um, because I'm excited,” I said, in a “duh” tone.

“Oh. Well I had no problem falling asleep last night,” she said lightheartedly.

“I noticed.”

I took about an hour showering, getting dressed, and drying my hair. We had bought me an orange dress for me to wear to the date. Orange is Harry's favorite color, and I was certainly trying to be his favorite person today. It came down around my knees, with beaded strings to tie it around my neck. I wore black Converse sneakers today and all my hair was down and curly.

My mom wore a purple dress and a pair of black flip flops.

I had my mom put eyeliner on me again and then we were off to the boys' hotel.

We had to bring our backstage passes to show the police. There were so many screaming girls waiting outside that it hurt my ears. They were ridiculously loud. I was a little nervous walking in. I do not like crowds.

“Where should we go?” I asked my mom.

“Let's ask at the desk,” my mom said.

There was a pleasant younger woman at the desk. “Hi!” she greeted us.

“Hi,” my mom said. It was always funny to hear the “professional voice” she used when she was talking to someone and was trying to be, as the name suggests, professional. “We're here to see One Direction.” The way she said it made it sound like a question.

“Are you their lunch date?” the woman asked. We nodded. “Oh, you guys are so lucky. They're waiting in the dining room, straight through there.” She pointed at the large double doors behind us. The doors had windows in them. Sure enough, there were the boys. They were sitting at a table inside.

“Thanks,” my mom said, turning around.

“No problem! Have fun!”

My mom stopped in front of the door. “Ready?” she asked.

We both took a deep breath, laughed, and then I nodded.

The boys turned around as we entered.

“Hey!” they all yelled.

“Hi,” we both said together.

The boys all stood up and gave us individual hugs, just like yesterday.

“We saved you some seats,” Niall said.

“Thanks!” my mom said.

Liam sat at the head of the table with Zayn to his left and Louis to his right. Niall sat at the other end with me and my mom on either side. Harry sat between me and Louis.

“We ordered pizza. Is that alright?” Louis asked.

“Mmm, yeah, we love pizza,” I said. Harry and I exchanged smiles.

We talked until our pizza came, and then we dug in eagerly.




“I'm so full,” my mom said, slouching down in her seat.

Everyone chimed in their agreement. My mom soon began telling the boys how she's always wanted to be a singer. I took the opportunity to talk with Harry. “So how long are you guys going to be in Hershey?”

“We're only here a few days and then we go back to London,” he said.

“Oh.” I wondered if he heard the disappointment in my voice. I don't know why it was there. I knew he had to go home.

Just then their manager, Paul Higins, popped his head in.

“Hey guys, congratulations,” he said to me and my mom.

“Thanks!”we said together.

“Boys, you need to wrap this up. We need to leave in a few minutes.” He disappeared through the doors again.

“Where are you guys going?” I asked, shifting my eyes from the door to Niall.

“We're going to be on the radio,” he said, standing up.

We all gave hugs again. Harry hugged me last. The butterflies were in my stomach again, gently flapping their wings in slow motion against my insides. He held on tight and his hug was warm and electric, different from the first time, though I had butterflies then too. I think we both knew then that we really wanted to be with each other.

He pulled back a little, but kept his arms around me. “We're going to Hershey chocolate world tomorrow,” he said. “We rented the entire place, and the park too. Would you guys want to come?”

“I don't know,” I said slowly, regretfully. “We were planning on leaving tonight.”

“Please don't,” he said. His eyes were begging me.

“I'll talk to my mom,” I said quietly, barely above a whisper.

He turned his head, still not letting me go. “Natoli, would you guys want to come to Hershey park with us tomorrow?” he asked her.

“Um, we were going to leave tomorrow,” she said slowly. Harry's eyes must have been begging her the way they had begged me. She was quiet for a moment, then: “But...I guess we can stay another night.”

“Thank you!” he said. He finally let me go and squeezed my mom. How could this get any better?

There was a chorus of “Bye's” and “See ya's” from the boys as we parted ways.

“Did you girls have a good time?” the receptionist asked us.

I'm sure my mom loved that. She loves complements about her age. My whole family is very young looking. My mom hates when people don't mistake her for being in her twenties. She pouts for weeks. I won't give her secret away and tell you how old she actually is. It's safe with me.

“Yes, we did,” my mom said with a big grin.

The receptionist leaned over her desk, conspiratorially. “Are the boys great?” she asked.

“Yeah, they're really nice! This wasn't the first time we met them though,” I told her.

“No?” she asked.

“We met them last night before their concert,” my mom explained.

“Oh.” She looked really curious.

“So, what should we do now?” I asked as my mom and I turned away from the desk.

“Let's go shopping.”




“Find anything?” my mom asked me from across the Aeropostale sales rack.

We had decided to go to the Tanger Outlets. They're about five minutes away from Hershey park. They have lots of stores from Aeropostale to the Disney Store. It's basically a mall but instead of being in one building, the stores are just attached in a line.

“Nope. Trust me, I'll tell you when I do.” My mom only buys clothes when they're on sale. Which is a smart idea and I don't mind at all-I think sales are kind of exciting-but sometimes it means there's slim pickings.

We finally found a lavender two tiered lace camisole for me, a gray tiered lace camisole for my mom, and a pair of shorts for each of us.

As my mom was paying I was spacing out when all of a sudden two strong arms wrapped around my tummy. “Fancy meeting you here,” a deep voice said. My eyes widened and I jumped in his arms. He chuckled in my ear before releasing me. My heart was slamming against my chest as I turned around. I wished it would stop. It really hurt.

“Sorry, I didn't know I'd scare you so badly,” a boy said. He pulled me off to the side. His voice was different than it had been when he spoke in my ear. It was almost familiar...

He was wearing shorts, a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head, a beanie on underneath that, and a pair of sunglasses.

“It's okay,” I said warily, my eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“It's me,” the boy said, pulling down his glasses. “Niall.”

“Oh! Nialler!” I said, throwing my arms around his neck.

He pulled away quickly and looked side to side before pushing his glasses back up on his nose. “Sh! We're not supposed to let anyone know we're here. Why do you think I'm wearing all this?” he said, gesturing to his outfit.

“Sorry. But you scared the crap out of me!” I slapped his arm playfully.

“Sorry. I didn't know you'd scare so easily.” He laughed. Aw! I love his laugh! “But it was funny.”

“You're mean,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Sorry. I won't do it again...On purpose...Today...Maybe...”

My mom turned away from the cash register. “Look who it is!” I said to her. “Niall.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Hi Niall.”

“So you said 'we',” I said.

“What?” Niall and my mom both asked me.

I giggled. Whoops, forgot they weren't listening to my thoughts. I do that a lot.

“Niall,” I said in an assertive voice, turning to him. I wanted to make it clear I was talking to him this time. “You said 'We're not supposed to let anyone know we're here.'” I repeated to him. “Does that mean the other boys are here?” I asked. Everything in me was excited at the possibility. Not that hanging out with just Niall wouldn't be enough.

“And by 'the other boys' you mean Harry?” He winked at me. “Yeah, they're here. We thought we'd look less obvious if we split up,” he explained, pulling out his phone. He pressed a few buttons and held it up to his ear. “Hey, Harry.” He paused as I assumed Harry answered him. Niall watched my face as my smile spread at the mention of Harry and winked at me again. “Guess who I just found.

“Who?” I strained to hear Harry.

“Jules and Natoli,” he continued.

“Really?” I just barely heard Harry answer. It sounded to me like Harry was talking quietly. I assumed it was because he didn't want anyone to notice him. It was hard to tell but I thought I might have heard excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, do you want to meet us somewhere?” he asked.

“Do you want to go get some ice cream or something?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Niall said before pulling the phone away from his ear. “You guys good with ice cream?”

“Absolutely,” I said as quickly as possible. I think I even jumped forward a little as I answered him, I was so excited.

“Alright,” Niall smiled at me again and pulled the phone back to his ear. “I think there's a Wendy's...”




“So what are you guys doing here?” I asked Niall as the three of us walked out of Aeropostale. He had called the other boys and we were going to meet at Wendy's for Frostys.

“We finished at the radio station-”

“Already?” my mom interrupted him.

“You left our hotel about-” He pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Two and half hours ago,” he said.

“Oh,” she said. “It's been that long already?” My mom and I have no sense of time.

“Yep. So we finished up at the radio station and we had a little free time so we decided to come here.”

“Awesome.” I smiled at him.

He nodded as he opened the door and held it open for me and my mom.

We pulled two large tables together in the back and then stood there awkwardly.

“So you guys want Frostys right? What flavor do you want?” Niall asked.

I thought for a moment. “I think I'm feeling like vanilla today,” I stated as I sat down.

He nodded. “What about you Natoli?”

“I can order,” she said.

“Nah, let me pay for it,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked him.

“Yeah. You bought our CD's right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. I was puzzled, too. What does that have to do with anything?Not sure where you're going with this Nialler.

“Well you supported us by buying them and this costs less than a CD. So technically I'm kind of paying you back.”

“Oh. You don't have to, though. We bought them because we wanted to.”

“Well let me say thank you then. What kind do you want?”

“Chocolate,” she said, sitting down next to me.

“Anything else?” he asked us.

“Can I have a small fry?” I asked timidly. It was weird accepting anything from him, no matter how much money he had or how many CD's of theirs we bought.

“Sure.” He smiled at me.

“That was really nice.” My mom smiled as we watched Niall walk away.

“Yeah. He's really sweet,” I said. “They all are,” I said dreamily, staring at the door.

As if on cue, Harry and the other boys came in.

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