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Chapter 6 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Crap. Crap. Crap.

            This isn’t happening.

            Harry Styles isn’t about to be at my house in ten minutes to pick me up for a romantic date.

            It’s just too surreal.

            I was running around like a crazy woman. I managed to straighten my hair (only burning myself four times from panicking) and pick out a nice outfit (with Stevie’s help). It’s a nice baby blue blouse with some denim skinny jeans and my jeweled flats. Harry didn’t even tell me where we were going. It’s in the middle of the day, so it can’t be dinner. I don’t even know how to dress, and it’s just stressing me out more. This is my freaking idol we’re talking about. My savior. The boy that really wasn’t there, but felt like he was the closest person I had. He was thousands of miles away, but he was still the only one able to make me smile. Him and his four best friends that make up the infamous boy band; One Direction.

            I then heard a car door outside. My heart faltered, feeling as if it had stopped multiple minutes, when in reality, it was only a few seconds. I skittered to the window, peering out the curtains to see an amazingly handsome Harry. He closed the driver door, licking his lips as he started walking towards my front door. Holy shit. This isn’t really happening. I thought I was dreaming yesterday at the concert, but the events keep coming. I still feel like I’m sleeping.

            The doorbell rang.

            Shit. Shit. Shit.

            How do you even go on a date with Harry Styles? I know he doesn’t like girls that try to impress him and that are themselves, but does he really want me to be myself? I mean, myself is my fangirl side… and well… that side can be a little crazy, if you know what I mean. Fangirls aren’t exactly the “calmest” people. Nor are they dateable.

            “Honey, you have a visitor!” I heard my Mom holler, excitement evident in her tone. I wasn’t the only one fantasizing my future. I know something between Harry and I would never work out. I’m me and he’s well… perfect, basically. Plus, he’s leaving in two weeks. It’s not like I have very high chances of him even liking me. He may thought I was adorable (how, I have no idea), but what if he doesn’t like my personality? My natural sarcastic self? What if he hates me?

            I shook my head.

            That’s the last thing I ever what to happen; my idol hating me.

            Leave me, fine. But don’t hate me.

            “Valerie!” Mom called again. “Don’t keep your guest waiting.”

            I mentally face-palmed myself, picturing Harry standing there awkwardly. My dad was probably sitting in the recliner, not even acknowledging his presence. Mom was probably on the verge of breaking out the baby photo album. Oh Jesus. I need to get downstairs to prevent that from ever happening.

            “Coming!” I called, slinging my door opening and trotting down the stairs. I froze on the bottom stair, seeing the twins talking with Harry. They were… laughing? Getting along with him? I’m sorry… Did I miss something? “Hey,” I said softly.

            Harry looked up, grinning brightly at me. “Hey,” he smiled. “You look beautiful,” he beamed, making my cheeks flush.

            I nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Oh, um, sure… I mean, thanks,” I stammered, squeezing my eyes closed and mentally slapping myself.

            Harry chuckled at me being flustered, but then the twins ruined the moment. Go figure.

            “Did you know she kisses your poster every night?” Tommy laughed.

            “She writes stories about you!” Jeremy added.

            They kept going on and on as I felt my heart sink to the floor. Harry’s eyebrows were etched together as he listened to the twins intently, but Mom noticed my grim look as I felt tears brimming my eyes. Great. I haven’t even gotten the chance to go on the date, and those two brats ruined everything. I should’ve known better. Harry would figure out sooner or later about all that stuff. But did it have to be before the date? I just wanted a chance… Just one…

            To stop myself from crying in front of him, I spun on my heel and marched back up the stairs. I heard Mom sigh as I softly closed my bedroom door, sliding down until my butt hit the floor. The tears came faster as I seemed unable to contain them. I pulled my knees to my chest, letting my head fall between my knees. Within seconds, a soft knock came at the door. I ignored it, sniffling and wiping my eyes with the end of my hoodie sleeve. Another soft knock.

            “Mom, I don’t—“

            “It’s me,” Harry’s voice shocked me as my heart fell. “Please let me in, Val.”

            Val. The nickname he gave me is still in action. That’s a good sign, right? But he couldn’t possibly want to waste his day on me. After everything the twins just spilled, I’m surprised he hasn’t ran out the house, petrified for his life. Still, I sniffed again and got off the floor. I can’t say no to my idol. Even though I’d rather him not see me in this pathetic state, I can’t say no to him. I owe him my life, after all. His wish is my command. Nonetheless, I unlocked the door and then hastily walked to the foot of my bed, sitting on the edge of it. I pulled my knees to my chest one more, burying my face in my legs to keep him from seeing my puffy face. I heard the door click open, then gently shut. The bed dipped beside me, and I tried to pull myself together. But of course, his presence only made the tears come harder.

            “Valerie,” Harry said quietly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as I audibly cried unintentionally. Another loud sniff came from me as his grip tightened. I tried to sink into his arms, but I couldn’t do it. He doesn’t want me. The same sentence kept repeating through my head while he spoke. “Why are you crying, love?”

            His question took my off guard. Did he really not know? Did he not see that my obnoxious little brothers ruined the slim chance I had with him? That I’m completely embarrassed about all my secrets being spilled? That I really want to throw myself off a cliff right now, because I can feel my heart picking up speed? That’s not a good sign. Not with my condition. Something bad could happen at any moment, but I refused to let Harry find out anymore secrets. Not yet.

            “Those brats,” I muttered under my breath, my voice muffled with my face squished. “They… They just embarrassed the hell out of me.” With that said, I found the need to cry even harder, the realization finally hitting me. Harry Styles will leave me any minute now. Goodbye fangirl dreams.

            But Harry didn’t leave like I thought. Instead, he kept talking in a low and soothing voice. “Valerie, look at me,” he said firmly, but softly. I refused as I sniffed, continuing to hide my face. “Valerie,” Harry said. “Please.”  I let out a shaky breath as I lifted my head, raking a hand through my hair. I completely froze when Harry swiped his thumb across my cheek, flicking off my tears. Harry Styles just touched my damn face.

            I’ll have to remember to blog about that later. Oh wait. Harry knows about that blog know, thanks to those annoying little bastards.

            Harry gave me a faint smile, but I shook my head. “Harry, I knew this was too good to be true,” I croaked out, my voice cracking mid-sentence. “I completely understand if you want to leave now because—“

            “Not at all,” Harry said, cutting me off. I looked at him, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as he raised one. “Seriously, Valerie? You think I’d ditch you before I even got the chance to know you? So what if you’re a big fan? That doesn’t bother me. I don’t mind if you’re a little obsessive over us. In fact, I kind of find it cute in a weird way. Think about it…” Harry trailed off, giving me that dimpled grin. “A beautiful girl being in love with me? I think I can live with that.”

            I blinked at him bewildered. Does he really have that much of an interest in me? A girl he doesn’t even know? A girl he had to soothe before the first date because of her obnoxious brother? A girl that fought so hard to grab one of their attentions? A girl that managed to get Harry Styles’ attention? Did he really find that girl beautiful?

            “You don’t mean that,” I practically whispered. “There’s plenty of other fans out there that are far prettier than me. Believe me, I’ve seen them. They’re dropped dead gorgeous and they’re in love with you and—“

            “I don’t want them,” Harry shrugged, that same smile still on his lips. “I want to know you, Valerie. Why don’t you believe me?”

            I let out a weak chuckle, looking out the window to avoid his hypnotizing gaze. “Because,” I shrugged. “You’re the Harry Styles. Two days ago I found out I got to see you guys in concert, and now you’re sitting in my bedroom.”

            Holy shit. That thought hasn’t even occurred to me until just now. Harry Styles. In my bedroom. In. My. Bedroom. Suddenly I felt like panicking. It felt like my lungs were being compressed together as my heart fluttered. Stop being stupid! Again, my fangirl mind is wandering over thousands of fantasies that will never be reality.

            “Can I prove it to you by taking you on that date I promised?” Harry beamed. I turned to meet his twinkling emeralds, stunned at how someone could be so amazing. I knew he was, but meeting him in person showed me just how unbelievably caring he can really be. Most people would’ve left by now, rather than trying to take a distressed fangirl on a date. Who would’ve thought that the Harry Styles would’ve stayed?

            Not me.

            Ever.

            “Where?” I asked, not bothering to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.

            Harry smirked. “Well, we’re in Tampa, Florida, right?” he grinned. “I was thinking some amusement park. Busch Gardens, perhaps?”

            My eyes widened slightly as a random thought hit me.

            Lauren and Harry’s first date was to Busch Gardens.

            But that’s just another coincidence, right? Just because they met the same way, and their first date is the same… that doesn’t mean anything, right? I mean, it can’t. It’s impossible for my fan-fiction to actually come to live. What the hell am I even thinking? I shouldn’t be thinking about my book. I should be thinking about my date with Harry Styles.

            The same date Lauren and Harry went on.