Dj Danger
Other Side
I felt the warm rays of the sun hit my exposed skin. Its brightness forced my eyes to open. I looked at the clock and realized it was still 6 am. I woke up earlier than usual that morning.
4 hours of sleep. That’s a new record.
Amidst the lack of sleep, I miraculously hadn’t overslept.
After the call last night, I honestly didn’t think something would happen afterwards. But something did.
Harry and I had texted until around 2:30 in the morning. During those hours of text conversations we had, it amazed me how we got to the topic of how many times I’ve been to a rock concert and how many times Harry switched jobs. With this, I found out that we had really a lot in common. It used to be 4 in total, but after that conversation, apparently, I lost count.
Grabbing my phone from my side table, I scanned through my inbox, and stopped to muse at this particular message.
From: Harry 12:51am
Message: And I’m Harry Styles. Thought you’d want to know x.
If I haven’t replied to this message, we wouldn’t have stayed up till 2 in the morning. I smiled at my sudden realization. I gently slapped myself as I’ve been smiling like an idiot.
Suddenly, I remembered that I still had to cook breakfast. Dad would be awake a few minutes from now. I quickly got out of my bed, tied my hair into a bun, and head downstairs.
As I made my way downstairs, I noticed dad was already in the kitchen. That’s strange. He never wakes up this early.
“Good, you’re awake,” Dad uttered, “I was about to leave.”
Why? What was the occasion?
“I can’t send you to school this morning. Something urgent came up.” He said as he grabbed his coat from the rack.
I felt as if freedom was beginning to be at my reach. First, last night and then today. I was internally screaming. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Finally, for once in my life, I won’t ride that police car of his to school.
“I told Mrs. Duncan from next door to send you off. She’ll be waiting around 7:30.” Dad said.
“It’s okay dad, I’ll take the bus. I’ll tell Mrs. Du--” I was cut off.
“No, Bree. It’s dangerous. I’ve been hearing a lot from the news.” He said firmly.
I decided no to further argue with dad and just follow his orders, as usual. I gave him a small nod, and a soft “okay” as dad had left the house.
Freedom, huh? Not quite.
**
“Thanks, Mrs. Duncan.” I said and as I got off Mrs. Duncan’s car.
“Anytime, Bree.” She said, smiling. “By the way, Billy told me to remind you to go home early today.” She adds.
Even though dad wasn’t physically with me, I could still feel his presence. It was as if he was here with me now. Dad was determined to keep me safe. Too determined.
I nodded and smiled half-heartedly as Mrs. Duncan drove away. I made my way to the hallway as the bell would be ringing in a few.
“Boo!” A sharp voice was heard, forcing me to slam my locker.
“Shit, Lyd! You scared the fuck out of me.” I shrieked.
“Stop cussing and start thanking me instead,” She said as she fluttered her eyelashes.
“W-what?” I said, a little bit confused.
“Oh, you know. The party!” She giggled.
“The party?” I was still confused.
Lydia rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. “I told my mum about your situation. She felt sorry for you so we made a plan. I was glad that she was so into it!” She laughed.
“Wait, what plan?” I asked. Things started to make little sense, but not just quite.
She took a deep breath. “My mum isn’t really going to watch us at the party. It was just an excuse we made up so your dad would allow you, knowing mum and him are good friends,” she giggled, “And I’m glad it worked.”
Finally, things made complete sense to me. I knew it. I knew Lydia had something to do with this. I love her so much right now.
“Lyd..” I choked.
“You’re welcome!” She playfully rolled her eyes again and giggled.
I gave Lydia a tight hug. She was startled by sudden gesture. “Lyyyyyd, oh my god, I love you!” I screamed, the people passing in the hallway watched us.
“I know you do,” She laughed.
“Please tell your mom I said thank you! I owe you two a lot!” I said, my tone evidently overjoyed.
All throughout the class hours, I couldn’t stop musing over the fact that I would actually be going to the party. A few days ago, it seemed impossible for me to get a “yes” from dad. But now, it made me realize that things can change and that everything will always be uncertain, no matter impossible it may seem to be.
Classes were dismissed a little earlier today as our professor seemed to be in a good mood. And so was I. Grabbing the books from my bag, I then placed them inside my locker.
I noticed my phone had a new message.
From: Harry 12:30pm
Message: Morning xx.
This message was 3 hours ago. I bit my lip as I sensed a smile forming on my lips.
Reply: It’s technically not morning anymore so good afternoon to you X :)
I learned to be playful with my replies.
From: Harry 12:34pm
Message: Hahaha! Right. Hey.. you busy tonight?
Reply: Um, no.. why?
I wasn’t always busy. I’m rarely busy since I practically stay at home every night.
From: Harry 12:39pm
Message: Well I was wondering if you’d come over to the club? Only if you’d want to. (they got some new vodka here xx)
Wait. Did he just—ask me out? Wait, the more important question is, should I go? Should I escape again? I know I’ve done this before, but.. am I really willing to take the risk again?
Reply: Only if the club will be playing Ramones’s songs xx
Again with my playful replies.
From: Harry 12: 41pm
Message: It’s a done deal! So I’ll see you then x
I smiled as I read his reply. It was my first time to be asked out. I cringed at the fact.
“Oh my god.. You two text each other?!” Lydia shrieked from behind me as she looked at my phone. “Since when did you two exchange numbers?” She asked.
“Long sto--” I was cut off as Lydia grabbed my phone from my hold. “Lyd!” I whined.
“Harry’s name is all over your inbox!” She squealed.
Well, it was true. I don’t really text a lot. Not until Harry had called me that night.
“Hm, so you two are going to meet up at club again, huh?” She smiled, and cocked her brow.
“Was it right that I said yes to him?” I asked, Lydia, a feeling of doubt rushed through me.
Lydia took a deep breath. “You know, Bree. I think you need this once in a while.” She said, her face happy yet serious at the same time. And in that moment, I knew Lydia could probably be right. I needed this.
“Hey, does Harry have a brother?” Lydia asked, giggling.
“Give me my phone back first.” I said, and she immediately gave it back.
“So, does he?” She asked again.
“I don’t know.” I laughed.
“Pft.” Lydia pouted wrinkled her nose. “Hey, let’s go somewhere. We still got lots of time left!” She suggested.
“Sure. Where about?” I asked.
“Hm. I don’t know.. I’m kind of craving for cakes.” She said.
Cakes? Just then, I reckon Harry giving me an address of a good cupcake shop.
“Why don’t we try this?” I said, as I held out the small piece of paper that he had given me a few days ago.
**
“Tablea Bakery? I guess this is it.” I said as we had arrived at the place.
“Strange, I’ve never seen this bakery before,” Lydia said.
“Me either.”
As I swung the door open, the smell of freshly baked bread overwhelmed my senses. The bakery was a bit small, though its aura made me feel like I was at home. There were different types of breads and cakes displayed. Aside from being attractive, they seemed delicious, too. I was in awe.
Lydia and I lined up to take our order. I decided to get a strawberry shortcake as it looked tempting to munch on.
“Good afternoon.” The old lady from the counter greeted us with a smile. “What will it be, ladies?”
“One chocolate chip cup cake, and one slice of the strawberry shortcake please.” I said, smiling.
“Alright,” the old lady smiled before she turned around to call someone. “Please hand me one of those chocolate chip cupcakes.” She requested.
I took a look around as I waited for our order. There were pictures frames hanging on the walls. They seemed to be the past owners and workers in this bakery as the pictures looked pretty old. My eyes continued to scan at the impressive interior design, when suddenly, my eyes stopped at this particular picture. I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view. I swear to god she looked exactly like mum.
“Here’s your ord—Bree?” A familiar deep voice, interrupted my short daze. I turned to face the counter and I froze.
“H-arry?” I stuttered.
What was he doing here? Wait. He works here, too?
Looking at him, I couldn’t quite believe what I had discovered. He wore an all-white uniform, an apron ,and a baker’s hat; it hid his curls which made him look a lot different from his usual look, and definitely a contrast to how I’d seen him when I met him at the club.
“Well.. I wasn’t expecting you till tonight.” He smirked, his dimples popping out.
I just had seen a different side of Harry.
4 hours of sleep. That’s a new record.
Amidst the lack of sleep, I miraculously hadn’t overslept.
After the call last night, I honestly didn’t think something would happen afterwards. But something did.
Harry and I had texted until around 2:30 in the morning. During those hours of text conversations we had, it amazed me how we got to the topic of how many times I’ve been to a rock concert and how many times Harry switched jobs. With this, I found out that we had really a lot in common. It used to be 4 in total, but after that conversation, apparently, I lost count.
Grabbing my phone from my side table, I scanned through my inbox, and stopped to muse at this particular message.
From: Harry 12:51am
Message: And I’m Harry Styles. Thought you’d want to know x.
If I haven’t replied to this message, we wouldn’t have stayed up till 2 in the morning. I smiled at my sudden realization. I gently slapped myself as I’ve been smiling like an idiot.
Suddenly, I remembered that I still had to cook breakfast. Dad would be awake a few minutes from now. I quickly got out of my bed, tied my hair into a bun, and head downstairs.
As I made my way downstairs, I noticed dad was already in the kitchen. That’s strange. He never wakes up this early.
“Good, you’re awake,” Dad uttered, “I was about to leave.”
Why? What was the occasion?
“I can’t send you to school this morning. Something urgent came up.” He said as he grabbed his coat from the rack.
I felt as if freedom was beginning to be at my reach. First, last night and then today. I was internally screaming. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Finally, for once in my life, I won’t ride that police car of his to school.
“I told Mrs. Duncan from next door to send you off. She’ll be waiting around 7:30.” Dad said.
“It’s okay dad, I’ll take the bus. I’ll tell Mrs. Du--” I was cut off.
“No, Bree. It’s dangerous. I’ve been hearing a lot from the news.” He said firmly.
I decided no to further argue with dad and just follow his orders, as usual. I gave him a small nod, and a soft “okay” as dad had left the house.
Freedom, huh? Not quite.
**
“Thanks, Mrs. Duncan.” I said and as I got off Mrs. Duncan’s car.
“Anytime, Bree.” She said, smiling. “By the way, Billy told me to remind you to go home early today.” She adds.
Even though dad wasn’t physically with me, I could still feel his presence. It was as if he was here with me now. Dad was determined to keep me safe. Too determined.
I nodded and smiled half-heartedly as Mrs. Duncan drove away. I made my way to the hallway as the bell would be ringing in a few.
“Boo!” A sharp voice was heard, forcing me to slam my locker.
“Shit, Lyd! You scared the fuck out of me.” I shrieked.
“Stop cussing and start thanking me instead,” She said as she fluttered her eyelashes.
“W-what?” I said, a little bit confused.
“Oh, you know. The party!” She giggled.
“The party?” I was still confused.
Lydia rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. “I told my mum about your situation. She felt sorry for you so we made a plan. I was glad that she was so into it!” She laughed.
“Wait, what plan?” I asked. Things started to make little sense, but not just quite.
She took a deep breath. “My mum isn’t really going to watch us at the party. It was just an excuse we made up so your dad would allow you, knowing mum and him are good friends,” she giggled, “And I’m glad it worked.”
Finally, things made complete sense to me. I knew it. I knew Lydia had something to do with this. I love her so much right now.
“Lyd..” I choked.
“You’re welcome!” She playfully rolled her eyes again and giggled.
I gave Lydia a tight hug. She was startled by sudden gesture. “Lyyyyyd, oh my god, I love you!” I screamed, the people passing in the hallway watched us.
“I know you do,” She laughed.
“Please tell your mom I said thank you! I owe you two a lot!” I said, my tone evidently overjoyed.
All throughout the class hours, I couldn’t stop musing over the fact that I would actually be going to the party. A few days ago, it seemed impossible for me to get a “yes” from dad. But now, it made me realize that things can change and that everything will always be uncertain, no matter impossible it may seem to be.
Classes were dismissed a little earlier today as our professor seemed to be in a good mood. And so was I. Grabbing the books from my bag, I then placed them inside my locker.
I noticed my phone had a new message.
From: Harry 12:30pm
Message: Morning xx.
This message was 3 hours ago. I bit my lip as I sensed a smile forming on my lips.
Reply: It’s technically not morning anymore so good afternoon to you X :)
I learned to be playful with my replies.
From: Harry 12:34pm
Message: Hahaha! Right. Hey.. you busy tonight?
Reply: Um, no.. why?
I wasn’t always busy. I’m rarely busy since I practically stay at home every night.
From: Harry 12:39pm
Message: Well I was wondering if you’d come over to the club? Only if you’d want to. (they got some new vodka here xx)
Wait. Did he just—ask me out? Wait, the more important question is, should I go? Should I escape again? I know I’ve done this before, but.. am I really willing to take the risk again?
Reply: Only if the club will be playing Ramones’s songs xx
Again with my playful replies.
From: Harry 12: 41pm
Message: It’s a done deal! So I’ll see you then x
I smiled as I read his reply. It was my first time to be asked out. I cringed at the fact.
“Oh my god.. You two text each other?!” Lydia shrieked from behind me as she looked at my phone. “Since when did you two exchange numbers?” She asked.
“Long sto--” I was cut off as Lydia grabbed my phone from my hold. “Lyd!” I whined.
“Harry’s name is all over your inbox!” She squealed.
Well, it was true. I don’t really text a lot. Not until Harry had called me that night.
“Hm, so you two are going to meet up at club again, huh?” She smiled, and cocked her brow.
“Was it right that I said yes to him?” I asked, Lydia, a feeling of doubt rushed through me.
Lydia took a deep breath. “You know, Bree. I think you need this once in a while.” She said, her face happy yet serious at the same time. And in that moment, I knew Lydia could probably be right. I needed this.
“Hey, does Harry have a brother?” Lydia asked, giggling.
“Give me my phone back first.” I said, and she immediately gave it back.
“So, does he?” She asked again.
“I don’t know.” I laughed.
“Pft.” Lydia pouted wrinkled her nose. “Hey, let’s go somewhere. We still got lots of time left!” She suggested.
“Sure. Where about?” I asked.
“Hm. I don’t know.. I’m kind of craving for cakes.” She said.
Cakes? Just then, I reckon Harry giving me an address of a good cupcake shop.
“Why don’t we try this?” I said, as I held out the small piece of paper that he had given me a few days ago.
**
“Tablea Bakery? I guess this is it.” I said as we had arrived at the place.
“Strange, I’ve never seen this bakery before,” Lydia said.
“Me either.”
As I swung the door open, the smell of freshly baked bread overwhelmed my senses. The bakery was a bit small, though its aura made me feel like I was at home. There were different types of breads and cakes displayed. Aside from being attractive, they seemed delicious, too. I was in awe.
Lydia and I lined up to take our order. I decided to get a strawberry shortcake as it looked tempting to munch on.
“Good afternoon.” The old lady from the counter greeted us with a smile. “What will it be, ladies?”
“One chocolate chip cup cake, and one slice of the strawberry shortcake please.” I said, smiling.
“Alright,” the old lady smiled before she turned around to call someone. “Please hand me one of those chocolate chip cupcakes.” She requested.
I took a look around as I waited for our order. There were pictures frames hanging on the walls. They seemed to be the past owners and workers in this bakery as the pictures looked pretty old. My eyes continued to scan at the impressive interior design, when suddenly, my eyes stopped at this particular picture. I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view. I swear to god she looked exactly like mum.
“Here’s your ord—Bree?” A familiar deep voice, interrupted my short daze. I turned to face the counter and I froze.
“H-arry?” I stuttered.
What was he doing here? Wait. He works here, too?
Looking at him, I couldn’t quite believe what I had discovered. He wore an all-white uniform, an apron ,and a baker’s hat; it hid his curls which made him look a lot different from his usual look, and definitely a contrast to how I’d seen him when I met him at the club.
“Well.. I wasn’t expecting you till tonight.” He smirked, his dimples popping out.
I just had seen a different side of Harry.
Notes
Out of Character: doesn’t this just scream “16 year old harry styles working in a bakery feels” o m g hahaha forgive me, I just had to. Sooo, comments? :) xxx
9/18/13