I was asleep on the couch. Penny was nudging me to wake me up.
“Rose seriously get up now or I’ll turn the t.v up really loud.”
Fuck she knows I hate that.
“Hmm?” I said sitting up slowly. My head felt dizzy and my hair was all damp.
“Afternoon. It’s 12:45. Why’d you sleep out here?”
“Just got home late.” I said. “And I had to walk back in the pouring rain.”
“Yeah you should probably take a shower man.”
“Thanks.” I smiled and flipped her off.
She laughed and handed me a cup of tea she made.
“I like your coat- when did you buy that, I haven’t seen that around before.”
I looked down at the black pea coat I had on.
“Oh.” I said suddenly remembering last night.
“It’s not mine, uh, Harry gave it to me last night.”
"Yeah from the band?"
“What boy band?” She asked.
“Yeah! That’s it.”
She laughed. "You’re joking Haha, I don’t think so love."
“I’m not kidding!” I laugh.
“Alright where’s a photo?”
“I…I don’t have one.”
“Of course.” She smiled.
“Whatever. I swear it was true- this is his coat, not mine.”
“Yeah and I’m wearing Michael Bublé’s underwear.”
“Fuck you.” I laughed.
I looked up at the television. It was ads.
“What’s on?” I ask.
“Oh I just flicked on the news for a sec, I’m waiting for the weather report.”
I nodded and checked my phone.
"@Marissa1DLuv and 20+ others followed you on twitter!"
“Two Missed Calls: Luke”
I rang him back. It rang three times before he answered.
“Hey Rose! Where have you been?” He asked.
“Uh, just out and about. What ‘bout you?”
“Well I was actually wondering if you wanted to come down to the pub with a couple of mates around 2 o’clock.”
I looked at the clock, it was 1pm.
I actually did want to go, but I felt like crap.
“I want too but I was caught in the rain last night and I’m coming down with something.” I told him.
“Really? Okay then. Take it easy babe. Rest well. Will you be alright for our dinner reservations tonight?”
“Oh yeah! I know you’ve been waiting for tonight. A cough won’t stop me. Pick me up when you’re ready.”
“Alright, see ya love.”
“Bye.” I smiled.
“Was that Luke?” Penny called from her bedroom.
“Did he ask about the pub? I’m heading down there with Dylan in about half an hour.”
“Yeah I can’t go. I’d rather rest then get worse.”
“That’s a good idea.”
For a good twenty minutes I sat on my phone. What even happened last night. I remembered it perfectly, but at the same time it was hard to look back on.
I finally worked up some energy and typed it into Google.
The first thing that came up was a wiki page and a twitter link.
"Harry Styles, 20, Is 1.80m tall. He is one of five members of the world renowned hit sensation boy band ‘One Direction". He began…. (Click to continue.)"
"Follow @Harry_Styles on twitter now! (Click to continue.)"
I clicked on the wikipedia page first.
I read through it for what seemed like ages. Look at all the places he’s been too, Jesus. So many award shows…
“Hey Rose, I’m heading off now kay? Dylan’s waiting for me downstairs.”
“Yeah! Have a good time, tell Luke I’m sorry.”
“Sure. See you later!” She smiled and swung her red handbag over her shoulder.
“Oh and keep on working on that Harry Styles story you’ve got going there, I’m sure you can Photoshop up some proof if you really try.”
“Shut up.” I laugh and chuck a pillow at her. She manages to shut the apartment door just as it lands. “Suck a dick.” I shout.
“Yeah I will!” She laughs down the corridors.
I turned back to my laptop.
I opened up a new tab and opened his twitter.
Now let’s see… 16 MILLION FOLLOWERS. THAT’S A JOKE.
“@Harry_Styles - Follows You.” It read.
Well that’s just creepy that he went through and found my profile while I was sleeping.
His latest tweet: “Best spent night. Who knew Doctor Who was still around these days ???”
Before that he tweeted: “This is the key to keep going.”
I read a couple of tweets after that… they were just as bad as his Indie photos. None of them made the slightest sense.
I went on my profile.
HOLD THE HELL UP. I HAD 46 FOLLOWERS ON TWITTER ONLY TWO DAYS AGO, WHY DO I HAVE 1,700 NOW.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.
Maybe my headache is worse than I thought and I’m really hallucinating.
I shoved my laptop aside and put the kettle on. It was probably a good time to watch that movie for my assignment.
I hopped over to the shelf and got the disc out to pop in the DVD player.
I sang to the tune of Single Ladies.
“The Other Boleyn Girl (the Other Boleyn Girl),
Is a shit movie (is a shit movie),
I want to snap the disc (I want to snap the disc),
UNI is fucking shit.
SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
I slid the disc in and there was two knocks at the door.
Who the hell is that now. First I thought Penny left her wallet here, but she has a key.
I walked over to the door whilst coughing. Definitely getting sick.
I opened the door and there he was.
I could barely believe it.
Harry was standing there in a black top and tight jeans.
What do I do? What do I say? Okay hold on I can say something really clever and funny… Or I could just say ‘Hi, what are you doing here.’ like a normal person. That brings me to; how the hell did he find me and why he bothered. Okay. I think he’s waiting for a response. Um… UM…
“Hey.” I smiled. Nailed it.
“Er, what are you doing here?”
“I was lonely.”
“Oh. That’s cool.”
“Nice coat.” He laughed and nodded his head towards it.
I looked down. Shit I never ended up having that shower.
He laughed and I told him to come in. I looked at myself in the mirror. Yikes.
“Sorry I look like a gorillas ass. I fell asleep as soon as I got home last night and woke up half an hour ago.”
“You look fine.”
He sat on the couch and ate some old lolly thing that was left on the coffee table.
“How did you even find me, I’m so confused right now.”
“Well. Funny you ask because it wasn’t easy. I had to look up all the Rose Williams in the phonebook to find your place.”
“Oh, and how many Rose Williams were there?”
“Oh, so in other words, a tough challenge.” I laughed.
“I think I’m coming down with something actually… I’ve been coughing all morning.” He groaned.
“Well thank you for thinking “Oh I’m getting sick- let’s go visit that Rose chick.”
“I didn’t mean it like that!” He laughed
“I know haha, I don’t feel well either.”
He dragged my laptop onto his lap.
“I was just looking at the new follower count I have on twitter.”
“Haha, sorry that would be my fault. If I follow someone on twitter, they always gain heaps.”
I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen.
“Want a cup of tea?”
“I’m right thanks.”
“Well too bad I’m making you one anyway.”
I poured out the water into the cups.
“I watched it by the way.”
I walked out into the living room.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nah I swear, I watched series 4. Funny, there was a blonde chick named Rose in it. Was that Billie Piper?”
“Yeah! Haha I can’t believe you actually watched it.” I laughed.
“I couldn’t sleep. But then when I got sleepy, I had to finish the series.”
“Is that why you look so tired.”
“Uh huh. And can you imagine, I had six interviews today.”
“Yeah.” He said and rubbed his eyes with his hands.
“Well… you can take a nap if you want.”
“Nah I’m not that tired. Anyway I came here to give you a ticket.”
“The show tonight.”
“Um… mine?” He laughed.
“Oh! Haha right yeah, sorry I always forget you’re like… not average.”
“I’m pretty average don’t worry.”
“Yeah but you are hot so at least that’s working for you.” I said and stirred the teas.
He looked at me funny and burst out laughing.
“Haha I’m glad you’re laughing because I almost thought that was a killer on the mood.”
“Oh my god.” He laughed rubbing his forehead. “You really speak your mind don’t you.”
“Always.” I laughed and brought the teas over to the coffee table.
“Thanks.” He smiled. "Anyway, you want to go? To the concert?"
“Yeah I’ll go.” I say and take my laptop off him. “But I should probably listen to your album first.”
“You can buy it on iTunes.”
“Yeah I was thinking more Pirate Bay mate.” I suggested. “Hope you don’t mind I’m illegally downloading your album.”
He watched on like a single tear would roll down his cheek from one lost money opportunity.
“Don’t dob me into the coppers.” I told him.
“Did you end up finishing the book?” He asked.
“Uh, no. I was actually about to put the movie on but then you showed up at my door.”
"Don’t let me stop you."
“Please no, you were a sign from God that I shouldn’t be watching it.”
The news on the television sprung back on.
“Tonight is the first night of One Direction’s Take Me Home Tour.” The lady announced.
“Beginning in London, The 5 boys will make their way across the world for their second tour.”
“Are your ears hot?” I asked.
“No… Why?” Harry asked.
“Because someone’s talking about you!”
“Idiot.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.
“Ah, so we are on an insult-name basis now. Good. My favourite basis.”
“Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn have been spotted around the town in the past week, but teenage heartthrob, Harry Styles is nowhere to be seen.”
“People aren’t going to think I kidnapped you right?” I asked him.
He just shrugged.
“He’ll have to show up soon though as it’s just six hours before they hit the stage. As you can see, hundreds of girls are already lining up outside the centre ready awaiting to see the boys.”
We both sat there.
“Well what do you know! Your albums finished downloading.”
He smiled and turned off the TV.
“Alright. Which one first…. oh ‘Rock Me’ that sounds good and totally appropriate.” I said and gave him my pedo eyebrows.
“Jesus.” He laughed.
The clapping started on the song.
“Sound’s like ‘we will, we will rock you.”
At first I didn’t know any words but it wasn’t hard to pick up and by the third chorus I knew the main lyrics.
Eventually I was up on the couch and was thrusting the air.
“I WANT YOU TO ROCK ME *THRUST*
ROCK ME *THRUST*
ROCK ME YEAH.
I WANT YOU TO HIT ME IN THE BUTTHOLE AND SHOW ME WHAT YOU’VE GOT THERE.
I WANT YOU TO ROCK ME. ROCK ME. ROCK ME YEAH.”
Harry was laughing so hard he had to put his hand in front of his mouth to stop him from gawking.
“R O C K ME AGAIN. Come on man dance!”
He shook his head in defeat and got up on the couch.
“R O C K ME A- A- GAIN YEAHH.”
“You’re absolutely crazy!” He shouted.
“You’re doing it as well!”
“Yeah, but I already know I’m crazy!”
“R O C K ME AGAIN.
R O C K ME AGAIN.
R O C K ME A- A- GAIN YEAHHH!” We both sang.
“This is so not appropriate for the age of your fans man!” I laugh. “It’s the most obvious sex pun I’ve ever heard.
He laughed and suddenly the couch started to wobble.
“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed and grabbed onto Harry’s shoulders.
The whole couch tipped backwards and with a massive thud it landed on the floor.
We flung onto the ground.
For a few seconds there was just silence other than the music playing on my laptop. Shit I hope he didn’t break a bone. That would not go down well with his fans.
I can see it now in news headlines:
"Crazy girl abducts Harry Styles and breaks his ankles."
Harry raised his head off the floor and started to laugh.
“Oh my god!” I chuckled.
Harry couldn’t stop laughing.
I burst out laughing just watching him.
I wiped my eyes and watched Harry stand up and dust off his pants.
“You right?” He asked and put out his hand.
I put out my hand and he heaved me up.
We tipped the couch back over.
“Wow. Exciting day.” I sighed.
“I know.” He relaxed and plopped down onto the couch.
The album was still playing on my laptop.
“What’s this one called?”
“Uh, it’s called Change My Mind.”
“Sounds good. I think I like the slower songs better.”
“Okay it’s my turn to teach you this one. Get up.”
He scoffed “Come on!”
He dragged me up by the arms and span me around by the wrist.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “Is this your idea of dancing?”
“Yes. And I’m a very good ballroom dancer.”
“Yeah I saw that five minutes ago.”
“Hold on.” he said and positioned us right.
And there we were. Two strange souls trying to attempt to dance in the middle of my apartment. Pretty pathetic really. Neither one of us knew what we were doing despite what Harry told me. But I enjoyed it. The quietness.
I leant my head back to look at Harry in attempt to pull a face at him and make him laugh, but he had his eyes shut.
So I left him.
I rested my head on his shoulder even though I was almost not tall enough to reach.
His hand squeezed tighter like the night before. I don’t even think he realised he was doing it.
Suddenly I felt sad. If this boy has everything anyone dreams of- money, fame, friends and family… what could possibly be bothering him?
Quickly we were interrupted by three knocks at the door.
Harry sighed and let go of me to answer the door.
I swung it open and saw Mrs Pot, the lady who lives below us, with her 3-inch thick glasses on her neck chain.
“Hey Mrs P.”
“Hello dearie” She smiled. “I’m glad to see your okay; I heard a loud noise that came from upstairs and thought you might have got hurt.”
“Oh no, that was just us having a bit of a dance, …we may have tipped the couch over by accident.”
“Oh! That’s alright then. I’ll have to bring you some of my cookies I made yesterday. I’m afraid I made too many… Tell Penny I hope she’s doing well.”
“Of course I will.” I smiled.
“Alright then, see you Rose.”
“Bye Mrs Pots.”
She turned around and I shut the door behind her.
“Jeesh.” I said and swung back around.
“I better head off Rose.” Harry suggested. “I’ve got sound check in a half hour.”
I didn’t let the disappointment show.
“Alright. Don’t overdo it if you’ve got a cold, I want a good show tonight” I smiled.
“Can’t wait.” He grinned. “Here’s all the tickets and stuff by the way. I got a good seat for you, right on the floor.”
“Thanks so much.” I told him. “Here’s your coat by the way, thanks for lending it to me.”
“Keep it. I don’t want it back.”
“Now, that is a lie.”
“I have like 4 of the exact same kind.” He chuckled.
“Cool story, now please take the darn coat.”
“Goodbye Rose.” He smiled and made his way to the door.
I sighed and hung it on the closest door handle.
“See you at eight.” He waved and walked out.
“I’ll be there!”
After two hours had passed, I finally managed to have a shower, get changed into jeans and a white shirt, do some makeup AND watch 20 minutes of the movie. All while listening to their album on repeat in the background.
It was a quarter past five. Two hours before I had to leave for the concert. I paused the movie and grabbed my laptop.
“Twitter here I come.”
I’d hit 2,500 followers. Still didn’t know why people bothered following me, I don’t tweet anything worthwhile. My little ‘connect’ button was lit up. That hadn’t happened in a while.
I clicked on it.
Thousands of tweets burst open.
“who r u and how do u relate to my husband!!!!”
“slut, u don’t deserve anything.”
“Harry followed @RoseWilliams on twitter about 8 hours ago. Relation to her is unknown atm”
“You’re so pretty what the actual fuck.”
“U look like a pig. go snort some other drugs u sick horse!”
“follow me rose!!!!!!”
Okay… closing that tab forevermore.
I scrolled through my newsfeed, chatted on facebook, edited pictures and played Sims.
That killed a good hour and a half.
Then I took a crack and reading some more chapters of my book and that killed another half hour.
There was literally nothing to do.
I considered almost leaving early just to get out of the apartment, and I stood up to get my keys when I heard a voice.
“Knock, knock!” Someone called out and the front door swung open.
“Oh, hey Luke, what are you doing here?”
“Um picking you up, silly?”
“You obviously didn’t forget, you’re all dressed up!”
“Haha, yeah I’m just messing with you.” I laughed.
FUCK ON A DUCK. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. HOW COULD I FORGET?
"Come on, let’s go. The cabs waiting.”
Luke wrapped his arm behind my waist as we walked down the corridor stairs.
“So? Feeling any better? You look great! Not too formal… I like it.”
“Yeah, better but I still have a sort of sick feeling in my stomach.”
“You’re probably just hungry. Wait until we get some food into that tummy of yours.”
We stepped into the cab and began to drive off.
“So, how was the pub? Good? Where’s Penny?” I asked twiddling my thumbs.
“Oh yeah, real funny. Nathan shouted everyone and he and Rooty were having a chest off. You know, just a bit of fun really. It was really great. Penny went back to Dylan’s, they left a bit before I did.”
I looked out of the window.
“Luke, where are we going?”
“You know that new restaurant that just opened down by Oaks Road?”
“There!” He grinned. “Hope you’ll enjoy it.’
I felt so bad. I wanted to go to dinner with Luke, and he’s been waiting for weeks. But I wanted to go to the concert almost equally as much, if not more. Look at him, I can’t tell him I’m ditching dinner to go to some teen concert. There was nothing I could do.
I made a commitment to Luke and I’m going to stick with it.
Luke. My boyfriend.
I am going to dinner with Luke.