Blunt
I Think I Win.
When I got home I googled myself. The stories about me online ranged from: the public display of ‘uncontrollable desire’ from a 'crazed fan', to, “Harry Styles deranged ex girlfriend”. They even had ‘sources’ from ‘close friends’.
If this experience will teach me anything, its that I can’t trust everything I read in magazines...not that I did much of that anyway.
I decided to check Facebook, I rarely went on social sites like this, but my profiles still existed. I had 100 plus friend requests and notifications, as well as 50 messages. The messages were from old school friends and people I had on Facebook that I didn’t actually talk to, but accepted anyway to stalk their profiles. All of them related to the article, which wasn’t surprising, since none of these people ever bothered to message me beforehand.
I sighed and made my way to the fridge. Mum was working and Grace was at school, so I was alone with my thoughts, which was just perfect considering the situation (heavy sarcasm). “Banquet” by Bloc Party interrupted my thoughts, however I didn’t recognise the number flashing across my phone, so I didn’t answer.
My day was generally uneventful, mum called to scold me about the situation and Grace did the same, she was crying that i’d “hurt him”.
The unknown calls kept coming, and soon it was 5pm and i’d accumulated over 20 missed calls from the same number, which I continued to ignore. As the calls continued, I grew more and more anxious. What if it was a crazy fan who found my number? What if it was the press? At around 6pm I heard my phone again, I’d spent the last hour persuading myself to answer, so this time I sighed and reached for it lazily. I took a deep breath ready to face the music, expect it wasn’t that number, it was Amelia.
“Hello” I breathed.
“Emily! I’m so glad you answered, I have great news” she sounded ecstatic and that made me feel uneasy.
“Right, um, Amelia, I’m really sorry about yesterday, Harry just frustrates me a lot and I’m actually really happy I won’t have to see him again” I chuckled.
There was an awkward pause and for a minute I thought she wasn’t on the other line anymore, which was understandable... I did allusively call her pathetic. Eventually I heard whispering, strange.
“Uh, Emily, i’m sorry to hear that, i’m sure this is simply a reaction from the situation yesterday...” Situation? I thought, I quit and yelled a bunch of profanities in her face, “...Harry actually came down to the store today, just as we were closing, can you believe it?!” she exclaimed.
“...Thank God I quit yesterday then” I stupidly replied. I wish I had a filter.
I heard an uneasy laugh and more whispering until she finally got to the point.
“Basically Emily, i’m calling to tell you that you’re not in trouble” she stated.
“Well...yeah, he started it” I replied.
That's when I heard it, that's when I realised yesterday, was not the end of my awkward encounters with Harry Styles.
“Thats absurd” Harry’s voice echoed in the background, and then came laughter from what sounded like more then two people. There was some strange muffled sounds and then Harry was talking to me.
“Beautiful Emily...” he began.
“Oh crap...” I softly spoke, he chuckled and continued.
“The reason I visited lovely Amelia today, was to beg for her to take you back after your...entertaining display yesterday. Under the account of you being so distracted by my charm, and not knowing what you were doing. Needless to say, she obliged. Your welcome for that...” I began to interrupt but he pressed on, “I’m sure you’re aware of the news, and I wanted to apologise for putting you in that circumstance, however since you’ve been ignoring my calls all day, I had to invite Amelia to our meeting instead" Now I was confused.
"Unfortunately I wasn’t provided the pleasure of your charming presence today in the conference room, that would be room 3, level 5. I can’t wait to see you at 3pm tomorrow in "Modest!"...to do some damage control. Pleasure talking with you love, as always. See you tomorrow, i’ll text you the details” his accent was difficult to decode, and I became flustered as the pieces fell into place.
Oh no he didn't. Before he could hang up I gave him a piece of my mind.
“If you really think i’m going to help you at all, then you’re dreaming styles. Have fun controlling YOUR damage, alone. Also, thanks for the effort, but i'd appreciate it if you stayed out of my life, I don't want my job back, mostly because theres now an awful risk of you turning up, Adios” I cheerfully remarked, and then I hung up and it felt good.
If this experience will teach me anything, its that I can’t trust everything I read in magazines...not that I did much of that anyway.
I decided to check Facebook, I rarely went on social sites like this, but my profiles still existed. I had 100 plus friend requests and notifications, as well as 50 messages. The messages were from old school friends and people I had on Facebook that I didn’t actually talk to, but accepted anyway to stalk their profiles. All of them related to the article, which wasn’t surprising, since none of these people ever bothered to message me beforehand.
I sighed and made my way to the fridge. Mum was working and Grace was at school, so I was alone with my thoughts, which was just perfect considering the situation (heavy sarcasm). “Banquet” by Bloc Party interrupted my thoughts, however I didn’t recognise the number flashing across my phone, so I didn’t answer.
My day was generally uneventful, mum called to scold me about the situation and Grace did the same, she was crying that i’d “hurt him”.
The unknown calls kept coming, and soon it was 5pm and i’d accumulated over 20 missed calls from the same number, which I continued to ignore. As the calls continued, I grew more and more anxious. What if it was a crazy fan who found my number? What if it was the press? At around 6pm I heard my phone again, I’d spent the last hour persuading myself to answer, so this time I sighed and reached for it lazily. I took a deep breath ready to face the music, expect it wasn’t that number, it was Amelia.
“Hello” I breathed.
“Emily! I’m so glad you answered, I have great news” she sounded ecstatic and that made me feel uneasy.
“Right, um, Amelia, I’m really sorry about yesterday, Harry just frustrates me a lot and I’m actually really happy I won’t have to see him again” I chuckled.
There was an awkward pause and for a minute I thought she wasn’t on the other line anymore, which was understandable... I did allusively call her pathetic. Eventually I heard whispering, strange.
“Uh, Emily, i’m sorry to hear that, i’m sure this is simply a reaction from the situation yesterday...” Situation? I thought, I quit and yelled a bunch of profanities in her face, “...Harry actually came down to the store today, just as we were closing, can you believe it?!” she exclaimed.
“...Thank God I quit yesterday then” I stupidly replied. I wish I had a filter.
I heard an uneasy laugh and more whispering until she finally got to the point.
“Basically Emily, i’m calling to tell you that you’re not in trouble” she stated.
“Well...yeah, he started it” I replied.
That's when I heard it, that's when I realised yesterday, was not the end of my awkward encounters with Harry Styles.
“Thats absurd” Harry’s voice echoed in the background, and then came laughter from what sounded like more then two people. There was some strange muffled sounds and then Harry was talking to me.
“Beautiful Emily...” he began.
“Oh crap...” I softly spoke, he chuckled and continued.
“The reason I visited lovely Amelia today, was to beg for her to take you back after your...entertaining display yesterday. Under the account of you being so distracted by my charm, and not knowing what you were doing. Needless to say, she obliged. Your welcome for that...” I began to interrupt but he pressed on, “I’m sure you’re aware of the news, and I wanted to apologise for putting you in that circumstance, however since you’ve been ignoring my calls all day, I had to invite Amelia to our meeting instead" Now I was confused.
"Unfortunately I wasn’t provided the pleasure of your charming presence today in the conference room, that would be room 3, level 5. I can’t wait to see you at 3pm tomorrow in "Modest!"...to do some damage control. Pleasure talking with you love, as always. See you tomorrow, i’ll text you the details” his accent was difficult to decode, and I became flustered as the pieces fell into place.
Oh no he didn't. Before he could hang up I gave him a piece of my mind.
“If you really think i’m going to help you at all, then you’re dreaming styles. Have fun controlling YOUR damage, alone. Also, thanks for the effort, but i'd appreciate it if you stayed out of my life, I don't want my job back, mostly because theres now an awful risk of you turning up, Adios” I cheerfully remarked, and then I hung up and it felt good.
12/11/13