Chapter 6 - The Truth
We sat on the stage, are back to the sets. Harry pulled out a laptop, I wasn’t sure why. Looking over at me he said, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” He took my hand.
We face the screen, right away I see Harry and I are about to go live. He just shared it on his Twitter and within seconds people were logging on. Seeing us. The numbers of people watching us kept getting higher and higher.
“Riley and I have, hum, something to say.” I looked at him, his eyes mixed with fear and joy at once.
“It’s hard, many will be upset, but things happen in life. We don’t have control over everything, n’ that’s the joy of life.”
I smiled at him. Turning smiling at thousands now watching us.
“We’r goin’ tell you our story.” Harry’s phone started to buzz.
Harry turned and told me to wave and smile; so I did and so did he. He stand up, holding out his hand. We started to dance. I gave him a puzzled look. He pulled me in close, dancing. Once we were off screen he said, “Come on, they’ll be coming.”
His eyes were filled with mischief.
Walking down the street he pulled out his phone. I couldn’t see what he was doing. Around the corner he held it up.
“This is how we meet.” He told them about is crazy birthday night. How he could filling drink in America, probably drank too much. The view numbers just kept going up. Harry looked at me for my turn on how I ended up in the same club.
“Basically, I got dumped weeks before I meet Harry. I was still upset, so my cousin talked me into going out.”
“Mine was better.”
“You’re from across the pond everything’s better with an accent.” His eyebrows bunched together, he smiled.
“Anyways, back to this.” He pointed his phone.
“The first time I saw Riley she was dancing, all by herself. I knew…”
“What?” I asked.
“I had to ask you to dance.”
“But I said no.”
“Twice!” I smiled.
“Third time’s a charm.” I smiled at him, forgetting all the people watching.
“You said, one dance...”
“Then I’d leave you alone.”
We had stopped walking.
“Are you just gona’ stand there all day?” A large guy, with his arms filled with books looked at us.
The numbers of viewers keep clicking up and up. My phone went off, pulling it out I turned it off without looking to see who’s it from.
“Where were at?”
“Aaa, we danced and talked-ish for hours.”
“Oh, so you don’t remember the whole unicorn discussion?”
I try to hold back the giggles, but failed.
Giggling I said, “You said, that they should make One Direction unicorns.”
I stopped giggle and full on laughing.
“I thought you were just some crazy fan, who wanted One Direction unicorns!”
“How am I just now finding out about this?”
My laughter slowly came to a stop.
“The tour’s keeps you busy.” I lied, but he knew what I really meant.
“I’ll work on that.” He said.
We now having a conversation that seemed one way to others and one way to us. Harry pointed the camera down, so they could only see the group as we walked into a family cafe. Sitting at a table where kids left crayons. He placed the phone down, only the wall was behind us.
“Shhh.” Harry cut her off point to his cell.
I got up and whispered “We don’t want some people knowing we’re here.”
“Okay.” She smiled.
“Need a menu?”
I looked at Harry. “Just soda.”
“Two Pepsi, please.”
She nodded than left. Crayons of all different sizes and colors were in a little basket. Reaching over Harry, I grabbed a napkin. Smiling he watched.
“I see all your questions, I’ll….”
“We’ll.” I cut in as I was drawing. I wasn’t quite sure what I was drawing.
He wrapped his arm around my back.
“We’ll answer as many as we can.”
“Let’s answer a few before we tell them the rest.” I said.
“Was the club the first time you meet?” Harry read.
“Yeah.” We said as the same time.
Two cups, filled with ice and soda was place on the table.
“Thanks.” Harry said.
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
“When did your relationship start?” I read, then looking back down to see a random pattern; that really doesn’t look like anything.
“That’s a hard question… Riley?”
“It all depends on how you take the truth. Some will say, when we meet, others will says something different.”
“What are you drawing?”
“I can no clue.” I held it out to him, taking it he turned it just a little.
“May I?” I was pointing to the crayons.
He draw a simple line then handed it back to me. The pattern I made now has an outline of a heart. It wasn’t perfect but to me it was.
I flipped it over so that all the views could see.
I kissed Harry very quickly on the cheek before folding the napkin and putting it in my pocket.
“Riley here’s a question for you.” He and that look in his eyes like he knew he might get in trouble for whatever he was about to say.
“Is Harry a good kisser?”
I smiled, “That question isn’t important at this time.”
He lifted both of his eyebrows at me.
“I’m not going to answer that.”
“You might not like the answer.”
His eyes widen. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Ha, ha.” He said, then he looked out the window.
“Sh…” I placed my name over his mouth.
He lifted his hand to pull mine away; all seriousness.
On the other side of the street was Jack.