Teenage Kicks

By the next morning, I was so worked up about the whole duet situation, that I decided to fake being sick. It was a split-second decision, occurring to me only after I answered Stacy's call. My black iPhone lit up the room like a flashlight, temporarily blinding me. I picked up the phone, pressing the button to accept the call.

"Hello?" I mumbled/whispered/groaned/yawned. Don't judge! It's early and I'm really stressed.

'Rebekah, remember we're going-" Stacy started, but I cut her off.
"-To see Simon and the boys, yeah, I remembered." I internally groaned and shuddered when I said "boys".
"Ok then, well, just be ready by nine o'clock, okay? We do NOT need to be late."

"Alright, yeah, see you there, then." I said in defeat. At the last second, I decided not to call in sick. This partnership with One Direction is too important for my career, plus, I've always hated lying to Stacy. It makes me feel as if I kicked a puppy, and that's not a very pleasant feeling.

I proceed to getting my lazy butt y of the bed and into the shower. I tried scrubbing all of my anxiety away, though that didn't really work.

Later, at exactly 9 o'clock, I was dressed in a comfy cream sweater, jeans, and my favorite bright green Converse. I had applied light makeup to my eyes, and my naturally wavy hair framing my face and reaching just an inch past my shoulders. I clearly went for a comfortable look today, and I was in a YOLO mood, not really caring about anything. I just wanted my morning with the boys to end already, even thought it hadn't exactly started yet.

Soon enough, I was getting out of my black limo, standing nervously in front of the SYCO building. I closed the limo's door and watched as it slowly drove away from me. 'Well, here goes nothing' I thought to myself as I stepped through the fancy glass door and walked further into the lobby. Simon had said he'd meet me here yesterday, but as I scanned the lobby, I realized that he wasn't here. I was about to go sit down in one of the plush couches, but then out of the corner of my eye I saw HIM.


Harry.

At least I think it's him. He's wearing black Ray-Bans and a hoodie, and I almost laugh because he looks so much like a robber. He's staring at me now. We just stood and stared at each other for what felt like an hour, until he began to make his way over to me. I feel my heart skip a beat and then pick up, beating even faster than before. He stops about one or two feet away from me and takes his Ray-Bans off. Green eyes burn into my blue-green ones. Yep, it's Harry.
"Did Simon not come to take you to the room?" He says, trying to act casual.
"No, he wasn't here when I arrived." I shrugged, acting as casual as I could while trying not to stare at him.
Harry seems to think for a minute, never taking his eyes off of me, then, "I'll take you, I was just heading there myself." He says with that beautiful accent of his.
"Um, okay." I say, suddenly frozen in place as he turns and heads for one of the elevators. Does this mean.... I gulp. I'm going to be alone. With Harry Styles. In an elevator. May I please just take a minute to SCREAM IN MY PILLOW! I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't-
"You coming?" I hear him ask.
With a nod I follow him into the small elevator. What am I doing?!?! I internally scream at myself. We both lean against opposite sides of the elevator, as if we are two opposing magnets.
"Are you alright, love? You're shaking and you've gone pale." I am startled by his voice. He almost sounds...concerned? And for some reason the thought comforts me and I calm down a little. I manage to stop shaking before we reach the 5th floor, where the recording studio is. We step out of the elevator simultaneously, accidently brushing shoulders. I halt, slightly gasping, and letting Harry take the lead.

Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

Notes

Heyy! Sorry for not adding any chapters for 5 months.... Anyway, Thanks for reading! I hope to add a chapter a week to this story, so keep on reading and subscribing!!! Don't forget to vote and comment!