Charlotte, Harry’s POV
The morning after our Charlotte gig, the lads and I were in the buffet line for breakfast when I caught sight of a pretty teenaged Indian girl. She was about sixteen and had long, auburn hair down to her midsection. Being the flirt I am, I stared at her for some time until she turned around and quickly realized who I was.
“Harry Styles!” she said. “I’m Husnal Kaur. How long have you been flirting with me?”
“Flirting? Oh, I wasn’t flirting. I was, ah…yeah, I was flirting,” I said. “To answer your question, about five minutes. Would you like to come sit with us lads?”
“I’d love to!”
“Husnal!” her dad scolded, and turned to me. “She won’t be sitting with you boys. Sorry.” He had a thick Indian accent.
“But Daddy, this is ONE DIRECTION!” Husnal protested. “What are the chances I’d actually run into them?”
Her dad sighed. “Okay, you can sit with them…but only until you finish your breakfast. Then, you come back to us. Clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She got her breakfast, waited for us to get ours, and followed us to our table.
“What part of India are you from, Husnal?” I asked.
“That’s cool. I’m from Holmes Chapel, England. It’s a little village near Manchester. Did you go to our concert last night?”
“Yeah, it was awesome! I especially liked ‘What Makes You Beautiful’.”
We talked about our favorite One Direction songs until it was time for Husnal to go. Before she left, I wrote my number on a napkin and stuck it in her back pocket.
Baton Rouge, Sarah’s POV
I was on my way to drop Amber off at preschool when my cell phone rang. It was Valerie. I stopped at a red light before answering. “Hello?”
“Sarah, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Aunt Mary Lou actually committed suicide,” Valerie said.
I was so shocked I almost rear-ended the car in front of me. “She actually did it, huh? Do I need to come up?”
“Who on da phoneeeee?” Amber babbled. “WHO ON DA PHONEEEEEE?!”
“Just a minute, Val,” I said. “It’s Mama, Amber. Be quiet so I can talk to her, okay?” Instead of answering, Amber chucked her Raggedy Ann doll at me. “Amber Cornelia Baxter! That was very dangerous!”
I heard Valerie giggling on the other line. “What did she do this time?” she asked.
I put the phone to my ear. “She chucked her Raggedy Ann doll at me. I scolded her, saying it was dangerous of her to do that in the car. We’re on our way to her preschool.”
“I see. And you don’t need to come. You’re not exactly family by blood, and Amber would be born stiff, because this is serious business.”
“Okay, I’ll send my prayers.”
“Why Mama on da phone?” Amber asked.
“Because she just wanted to chat with me, babe. Nothing important,” I lied. I didn’t tell her the real reason, because she was too young to get it.