Counting My Wishes

I'm just an average girl that is sarcastic, funny, and always being myself. I'm not the typical girl you would think I am. I don't go crazy for the new fashion lines that girls wear, or go crazy over annoying boy bands. Just one of those...what would you call it? Tomboys. That's it. I never thought in a million years that something so little like a piece of paper would come into my life and change it entirely. I never wanted anything to do with One Direction. Life decides to throw stuff at you and you usually don't get what you want, am I right? Well, it happen to me... Copyright Shyviolin. Please no duplicating.


44. Chapter 44

   ~weeks later~
 Wow. It's been so long. It's already been two months since the tour began and it's been going great! We've been on a couple talk shows talking about the tour, the boys up coming fourth album, confirming my "relationship" with Harry, and many other things. It's been pretty hectic.

"So how long have you two been together?" The host asks pointing the microphone to the both of us.

"It's been about three months now." Harry wraps his arm around me smiling. I quietly groan trying to move his arm around my waist. He ignores me. "I asked her out about a month before the tour started."

"So the Hardy ship is sailing!" The crowd claps cheering.

"Yup." I fake a smile.

"So we found this magazine that has your bio in it. What you like to eat, wear, listen to, etc. is true?"

"Oh defiantly!" I smile. Well most of it. I had to lie because Simon doesn't want a tomboy. I still don't understand him with these decisions.

"Glad to hear that babe." Harry stands to his feet walking backstage. The crowd whispers with wonder. He walks back out with a bouquet of lilac flowers and tickets.

"Ooo! We're getting an exclusive!" The host says.

"Will you go on a special date with me?" He looks at me. It falls silent as everyone waits for my answer.

"Say yes Andy!" Louis shouts, winking at me chuckling. I shake my head smiling.

"So is it a yes?" The host asks.

"Yes!" I standing to my feet hugging him. The crowd cheers.

"Nice acting. Keep it up." Harry whispers into my ear.

I squeeze his hand in mine. He jumps glaring at me. "Don't call me babe." I whisper to him.

"Aw! Don't you just love this couple?" The host says as the crowd calms down.

"Yeah!" The crowd says.

"How about a kiss? What do you guys think?" She turns to the crowd as they chant kiss.

 I look at Harry with wide eyes. We haven't actually kissed, nor a cheek kiss. I know, I know! It's already two months that we've been "together" out in public, but it's not like we've been out in public much and Simon hasn't said anything. I slightly shake my head behind the bouquet of flowers at Harry. He walks up to me wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Bring the flowers up on my shoulder." He mutters. I do as I'm told waiting. He leans in just inches before our lips touch. Everyone goes in awe. They're actually falling for this? Wow. He should get me flowers more often. He pushes away holding my hand.

"Let's give it a hand for the cute couple!" The host walks up to us bringing us into a hug. "Thanks for tuning in! See you all next week!" We all wave walking off stage.

"C'mon, let's go." Harry pulls me along down to the dressing rooms leaving everyone behind.

"Why are we here exactly?" I glance around for anyone in sight.

"Look, we were almost caught not kissing and if Simon finds out, we're dead." He looks back at me.

"Well I'm not kissing you." I cross my arms.

"Then I'll simply make the move."

"No lip kissing. Just cheek. Got that Styles?"

"Mhm. So are we going or not?"


"Out on our date. Did you think I was kidding?" He holds the tickets up. I snatch them from his hands reading it. A ticket for a boat ride to see the sunset. Hm.

"Are you expecting me to go?"

"Well yeah. Paparazzi will find out soon anyways, so you have to."

"Couldn't you have just rented out bikes to ride on the beach?"

"But it wouldn't seem like a date."

"A picnic on the sand, getting ice cream at a nearby ice cream parlor, riding bikes, watching the sunset?" I hit his forehead.

"But I want to go on a boat." He whines.

"You just don't want to admit mine is better." I smirk.

"What? Andy's idea better than mine? Ha!" He slaps his knee.

"I've never went on a date before and I have more romantic ideas for a date than you do." I laugh.

"Oh shut it." He crosses his arms.


"Alright. Your two bikes will be out in a second." The man hands Harry his receipt. A lady comes out with two bikes lying them against a wall.

"I call the blue one!" I run over to the bikes grabbing the blue bike leaving the pink one lying against the wall.

"Oh no! I got the pink one for you." He tries pulling me off.

"You don't even know your girlfriend. How embarrassing." I chuckle.

"Let's just go." He mutters, letting go of me and getting on the pink one.

We ride down the trail a couple miles towards the dock. We stop at the bridge parking our bikes. Harry takes my hand in his leading me down to the end of the dock where there was a view of the sunset.

"Thought I wasn't romantic?" He looks down at me raising his eyebrows.

"Guess I was wrong."

"Oh my gosh! Andy Trevor and Harry Styles!" We both turn around to a squealing girl jumping up and down.

"Hey there." Harry smiles.

"Can I get your autograph?" She holds out a piece of paper and marker.

"Sure." Harry reaches for it until she pulls away from him.

"I was kind of talking to Andy." She says shyly.

"Me?" I furrow my brows.

"Yeah! You're an awesome violinist! So will you?" She hold out the paper and marker to me.

"Uh, sure?" I take the paper and marker thinking. Do I even have a signature? No. I didn't even think I was ever going to be asked for one. I quickly sign it handing it back to her.

"Thank you so much!" She looks down at the paper smiling.

"No problem!" I smile even though she wasn't looking.

"Could I get a picture with the both of you?"

"Uh yeah." She takes out her camera facing it towards us. She snaps the picture looking at it and giving it an okay.

"Thank you so much again! Hope you have a great rest of the evening." She walks off waving at us.

"Wow. I have a fan. Didn't think I would ever have one."

"You probably have more than one Andy." He chuckles.

"Well a fan that comes up to me. It feels weird, but a good weird." I slightly smile.

"So what's the plan for this evening?" I change the subject.

"Eat at the restaurant that's at the end of the dock." He points out to the small building. "I also planned out to take dessert to go and eat it on the beach and watch the sunset."

"I guess you do have romantic ideas." I chuckle.

"C'mon, before the paparazzi comes." He holds my hand pulling me down to the packed restaurant.


"Andy! Andy!" People shouted my name. I slither my way through the crowd of fans and paparazzi behind Harry keeping my head down. Bodyguards quickly come putting us in separate cars.

"C'mon! Smile for me babe!" I feel hands grab at my waist turning me around. Flashes go off making me cover my eyes.

"Move out of the way!" The bodyguard pushes everyone back helping me inside. I finally manage to get inside ducking my head. The bodyguard gets in the driver seat looking back at me.

"You alright there kiddo?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks..."

"Albert." He answers.

"Albert." I finish my sentence. I rub my waist feeling a slight pain making me whimper. I lift my shirt up to reveal red scratches. Holy crap! What's wrong with paparazzi?

"What happened?" He asks not looking back at me.

"Nothing. I just stubbed my toe on the seat." I look down avoiding eye contact.

"Don't worry, we'll be at the hotel soon," he says. I check my phone to see if there's any missed calls or text. Nothing. "So Andy Trevor right?" He glances back at me.


"My daughters a fan of you." I frown, thinking.

"Really?" He nods.

"Ever since you started touring with the boys, she immediately fell in love with your playing. She wants to be a violinist too." He quietly chuckles.

"Aw, that's cool."

"So this is all an act, right?"

"What do you mean?" I squint my eyes at him.

"Hardy, the relationship with Harry."

"Yeah it is," I say annoyed.

"You know, its not his first fake relationship with a girl."

"It's not?"

"Nope. Some were dates too."

"How many were fake?" I started to get interest on the subject.

"Five fake dates and three fake relationships."

"Really? So they're making him look like a player, am I right?"

"Yeah, Simon does it for the publicity. He still wants the boys to be big."

"Huh." I tap my fingers on the arm rest.

"With you around, they get more publicity."

"How do I give more publicity to the boys?" I ask.

"Well you've been hanging out with them ever since you won that radio contest and fans were getting curious if you were with any of them."

"Oh." We finally arrive back at the hotel to meet more paparazzi.

"Here, let me go around." He gets out going around the car to help me get out. He covers me with his arms as we walk through the crowd. I walk inside the hotel as he covers the door from outside. I turn back to the see through doors thanking him with a nod. He nods back smiling.

"Hey Andy." Harry appears from behind wrapping his arms around me. I look at the door seeing paparazzi snapping pictures of us. I sigh looking down.

"What's wrong?" He releases his grip on me turning me around to face him. He tilts my head up as I meet eyes with him.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I pull away.

"Look, even though I'm your fake boyfriend doesn't mean I won't worry for you. Tell me."

"I can't tell, but I can show." I lift my shirt up, showing him the red scratches on my side.

"Who did this to you?"

"Some paparazzi guy." I shrug.

"Why didn't you tell me or the bodyguard?"

"You shouldn't worry for me. I can stand up for myself...but I can't now." I sigh, remembering that I'm supposed to act lady like.

"Just tell us if it ever happens again, okay?" I nod in response.

"C'mon, let's go up to the room now." He wraps his arm around me pulling me inside the elevator.

 We exit the elevator walking down the hall to the suite. I pull away from his grip on me unlocking the door. I quickly walk in towards the room shutting the door. I wipe the makeup off, ruffling my hair back to my original hairstyle, and change into sweats and a hoodie. I walk back out to the others sitting on a couch.

"Hey, you two got back early." Niall walks in sitting next to me.

"Yeah, paparazzi wanted to join our date." He chuckles as I keep a straight face.

"That must of been nice." He smiles keeping his laughter in.

"So what did you do?"

"Ate, sat here for two hours watching TV, then ate again, went to the room and slept, and then ate again." He shrugs.

"Wow. Sounds more fun than my date with Harry." I quietly chuckle.

"What?" Harry shouts from the kitchen.

"I said Niall's evening sounded more fun than our date!" I shouted back at him. I look over at Niall rolling my eyes.

"Hey, I ordered sundaes and guess who's not getting one?" He smirks.

"Did I say his evening was more fun? I meant our evening was more fun. Uh, ya!" I smack a smile on.

"You're not getting that sundae still." I cross my arms pouting. I suddenly get an idea. A smile creeps on my face as I tug at Niall.

"Well, me and Niall are going to the snack bar down in the lobby." I pull Niall along out to the hall.

"Yes! More food!" He cheers.

"Do you see someone with a food cart?" I look down the halls.

"No, why?"

"Isn't it obvious? We're going to take Harry's sundae and eat it. Duh."

He chuckles. "And there's the Andy I know." We walk towards the elevator waiting.

"So when does practice start tomorrow?" I break the silence between us.

"I think at ten. And tomorrow night the concert starts at seven and ends at nine."

"Uh...thanks for reminding me what time the concert starts?" I furrow my brows at him. He responds by nodding. Um okay? The elevator opens revealing a man pushing a cart with a tray on top covered with a silver dome lid.

"Who are you taking this cart to?" I step in front of the cart stopping him.

"To the-" he glances at Niall pointing to him. "To his room." He says.

"Oh, we'll take it from here." I lick my lips as I open the lid to see a mountain sundae with dripping hot fudge, whip cream on the sides, and a red cherry on the top.

"Enjoy." He smiles walking back in the elevator with the cart.

"Oh man. This thing is like heaven!" I look down at it.

"Here, let's go down." We walk into the next elevator going down to the lobby. He walks out first leading me to the poolside.

"I call the cherry!" I shout grabbing the cherry plopping it in my mouth.

"So childish." He chuckles.

"Oh shush." I slap his arm. I grab a spoon taking a scoop of ice cream into my mouth.

"Hey, where's the second spoon?" He looks around the table.

"Oh, we were sharing?"

"Hey!" He pouts.

"I'm just kidding, here." I hand him a spoon.

"Psh. You better be." I snort as he takes a chunk from the top.

"Oh like you haven't done this before."

"I have. Like years ago."

"How long was years ago?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Last year." I mutter. He snorts.

"You know what? I don't get it." He stares at me.

"Get what?" I ask.

"Why Simon is making you a fake."

"Well, I have the answer to that, that's for sure." I take another bite.

"I mean, the real you is better than the girl who wears make up, dresses, high heels and just your personality. You have to be quiet when paparazzi is around. Like, isn't a relationship suppose to be about being honest and being yourself?"

"I don't know. I've never been in a relationship." I shrug.

"You're just not the same." He sighs.

"Here." I scoot the ice cream towards him. "I'm not hungry."

"Andy, what's wrong?" He puts his spoon down looking at me once again.

"Everything you said right now is true. I have to be someone I'm not. I hate living a fake life where everyone around me is wanting me to be honest!" I put my face in my hands.

"Then stand up for who you are! Don't live a lie because you still have a life to live. You don't have to listen to Simon."

"You know what? You're right! I don't need to lie about myself! I mean, I need to with the relationship still."

"So when are you going to tell everyone?"

"I think I have an idea." I smirk.

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