Chapter 15: Mall Specials
December 4, Day 12, 10:30 A.M.
I used to adore you
I couldn't control you
There was nothing that I wouldn't do
To keep myself around and close to you
We walked around the concrete on the floor of the mall. Concrete was everywhere. The floors, the walls, the ceiling.
“Man, can they not afford tile or something. Maybe some wall paint?” I asked Harry.
“Okay, so which store do you want to go to first?” Harry asked, completely ignoring my question.
“I dunno’, you pick. You asked to hang out with me.” I shrugged.
“Well, let’s see,” he stroked an invisible beard. “How about that place.” He pointed at a shop called ‘T-Shirt Station’.
“Okay, what are you going to get a t-shirt of?” I asked, really curious.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he scolded. “You are the one getting a t-shirt.” His face found that devilish smile again.
“What of?” I asked, fearing one answer in particular.
“What ever I choose.” There it is. The worst answer I could get.
“Well, I did say you could do anything.” I sighed.
We started to walk over there. My feet going slowly, hoping to stall him.
“Come on slow poke.” He tugged on my arm.
“I’m trying, I’m trying.” I lied. I was going slower by the second.
“Now you’re just doing it to annoy me.” He rolled his eyes. “Now I see why your parents disowned you....” He muttered.
I gave him the look that says, ‘shut-up-or-your-gonna’-get-it’. “Actually it was me who decided to leave.”
“Well, I’m sure they were so happy when you left.”
“Just get me the stupid shirt of your face or whatever.”
Harry walked up to the cashier.
“Excuse me? Ma’am?” He got the cashier who’s lip was pierced, attention.
“What do you want?” Her monotone voice asked. Her black hair with purple streaks through it, hung across her face like dark cloud.
“I would like to purchase a tee shirt.”
“Alright, what do you want on it?” Her eyes rolled.
“My face.” So, now I would have a shirt with Harry’s face on it. Great.
“Seriously?” I asked him.
“Yep.” He had a victorious smile on his face.
“Okay, that’ll be twenty-five thirty-two.” The cashier’s face hadn’t changed from the last time she spoke.
Harry handed her the money.
“We need a name for the shirt.”
“Okay, come back in three hours and the shirt will be ready.”
I poked Harry as we walked out of the shop. “What are we going to do for three hours?”
“Just wait and see, young padawan.” He smirked and held my hand.
“What do you think you are doing?” I asked him.
“Cameras, everywhere.” He whispered in my ear. To anyone it would seem like we were whispering sweet nothings to each other, but we really were arguing. “Smile, sweetheart.” His mocking of ‘sweetheart’ made me slightly agitated.
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” I had a sickly sweet smile planted on my face.
“Okay, sweetheart.” I lightly punched his arm. Hopefully the press would think that it was just a playful punch.
“Well, lets go shopping.” I whispered in his ear.
“That is what we came to the mall for.” He teased.
“Well, then where do you want to go shopping, sweetheart?”
“Oh! There’s a 2nd & Charles here? Let’s go!” I pulled his arm towards the book store.
“What is a ‘2nd & Charlies’?”
“It’s a novelty shop. It’s pretty much a Barnes & Noble, but let’s go!” He skipped along the concrete, trying to catch up.
“So, tell me exactly why we are going into a book store?”
“Because books rock. That’s why. If you don’t like books, then you are dead to me. Books are my life.”
“Then I am in the grave.” At this I gasped, and stopped dead in my tracks. Harry slid on his heels, but still bumped into me. I heard him mutter a sorry.
“How do you not like books? They take you to far off places. Places I could never go. Places to get me out of this world. To get me out of this boring planet we call our home. That’s the main reason I took up acting. To get away from this... this hellhole. I used to think that Earth was wonderful. No, in the second grade, I got picked on. I was beat up. I was the victim of this. All until my senior year in high school when they moved away.
“I was picked on so much, that one night when I was a junior, they stabbed me in an alley way. I was far from civilization, so no one heard my screams of pain. I called Sam, and he showed up. That’s one of the reasons I am so close to Sam. He showed up with an ambulance, and brought me to the hospital. Ema was in Georgia, and my parents didn’t pick up the phone.” I covered my mouth when I realized what I had said. I had told Harry what I had only told one person before. Olli.
He brought me in for a hug, which made me quite taken aback, but I simply melted into his body. I hadn’t realized I was crying until I saw the tears staining Harry’s shirt.
“Shh,” he tried calming me down.
“I just, i-i-it was s-so scary.” I hiccuped.
“I know, I know.” I sobbed into his chest.
“I’ve never told anyone this, other than Olli.” I seemed to stop hiccuping. I pulled away and put my face in my hands. “Ugh, my face looks awful.” I chuckled.
Harry pulled my hands away from my face. “You look just fine. Now, c’mon, sweetheart.” Back to the old Harry we know and hate. Well, I hate at least. He pulled me into the store. “Are there any book specials?” I went over to the clearance section. A whole bookshelf was dedicated to all the marked off books. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Help, Gone With The Wind, Pride and Prejudice, Twilight, To Kill a Mockingbird, Water For Elephants, The Fault in Our Stars, all of them lined the shelves. I had read all of them, but there were few books I hadn’t read.
“None,” I replied to him.
“There’s a large shelf right there.” He pointed to the bookshelf.
“I’ve read them all.” I shrugged.
“All of those?” He asked, unbelievingly. I mean if I hadn’t proof, or my mind full of all those stories, then I wouldn’t of believed me either.
“Yes, do you not believe me?” I asked.
“No, I do, it’s just, wow. I mean, I don’t like books, but that is quite the achievement.” He looked impressed.
“You don’t like books?”
“How do you live this life?”
“Well, I do too, but I finish a few books a week!”
“How many books did you bring on tour?” He exclaimed.
“About twenty.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah, it probably won’t last me five months.”
“Go get some books then. I’ll pay.” He had a small smile.
“I don’t know what I would get. Any suggestions?”
“Um, in High School I read Fledgling: Jason Steed by Mark A. Cooper? It became my favorite book. Have you read that?”
“No, I’ll go see look for it.” I walked over to the action/adventure section. I saw about a billion and one books all over the millions of book shelves. It was like heaven in here. My fingers scanned each book, stopping if I hadn’t read it. Finally I found the book Harry was talking about.
I plucked the book off the shelf, and proceeded to the check out. I pulled some money out of purse. I saw Harry coming towards me. I quickly handed the lady my money before Harry could see the money. Too late. He rushed to the cash register and ripped the money out of the woman’s hand, and got his own money out of his wallet.
“No, I said I would pay.”
“No, I don’t want to make you pay for the book I got.”
“No, I’m paying.”
“No you aren’t.”
“Ah, young love at it’s finest.” The old woman behind us whispered.
I remembered that I was ‘in love’ with Harry. “Fine go ahead and pay.” I grabbed the book, and let Harry pay for it.
“Thank you.” I heard him murmur. He handed the man the money, and we left. “I said I would pay for it, don’t try and say you didn’t hear me.” He looked around the mall. Cameras flashing left and right. “Let’s get your Harry shirt and go.” He gave me a genuine smile. A real smile from Harry Styles.
“Alrighty then Curly Fries.”
“Curly Fries, really?”
“Yep.” I smiled at him.
He held my hand so the cameras would see us holding hands, and we walked across the mall to the T-Shirt Station.
“Harry,” he told the lady at the desk.
“I’ll be right back.” She went to the back of the store and came out moments later carrying a white shirt with Harry’s face planted on it.
He tossed the shirt in my direction. “Here put this on.”
“I’ll put it on when we get on the bus. I’m not putting your face on my chest in public!”
“Fine,” he huffed. “Then let’s get back to the bus. I want to see this on you."
Hi, so this chapter was actually very fun to write. But it took me a billion and one years to write, because family is here. I'm probably going to start keeping a schedule of when I update. It was just NaNoWriMo that made me not keep one. I'm probably going to start posting on Fridays and Saturdays. Which ever day I have time.
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