Grains of Gold

The morning started with a cutting knock on my door.
-“What? Who is it?” I asked but heard no answer so I continued to lay on my bed. In some time someone knocked on my door once again and this time the knock was louder. I opened my eyes shortly.

-“I didn’t fall asleep. No, I didn’t. I’m up! I’m coming!”

I opened the door and took a step in the hall.

-“So Harry, soundcheck at 3p.m., interview in 2 hours, see you in 45 minutes in a car. Good morning!” Paul rapped monotonically and so fast looking in his papers and somewhere in a distance at the same time, and went on.

-“Morning...” – I said sarcastically.

I got back in my room. Walking through the rooms in a search of Irish blonde I discovered that he had mystically disappeared. He could have warned me but whatever. Suddenly I heard a moan in my stomach in notify that I haven’t eaten for a million of years. I looked at the clock on the wall and started my preparation.

While I was waiting for a tea to brew I went on twitter to check my DM. A fan, one another, another one, another, that girl I texted earlier, a fan, a fan... Wait, that girl! She probably dumped me. I took a bit of banana, took a slip of tea and opened her message.

“Hey, I’m ok. How are you? Sure, why not. What do you wanna talk about? Please just don’t say physics or algebra. Anything besides these.”

I was shocked but I was smiling. I was pretty sure she would dump me or say something for us to stop talking. But she... Maybe she texts so calm now and then she will start to tweet thousands of tweets screaming “HARRY FUCKING STYLES TEXTED ME” sending printscreens.

I took a look at the clock. I still had twenty minutes before I had to go out.

“I’m okay but I lost the amount of hours I spent sleeping. What I want to know? Where from do you have such hands?”

“Are you talking about drawings? A friend asked me to draw you guys. But now your fandom doesn’t let me go haha.” If she was a fan I would say she’s flirting with me. But it didn’t seem like she was.

“Right. You got caught. But seriously, how did you learn to draw like that? You have a piece of a talent.”

“I just take a pencil and draw, sounds simple, doesn’t it? And I don’t have talent.” What? Is she kidding me? Or flirting? Teasing or flirting? Girls...

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you definitely do have talent.”

“Okay. Deal.” I’m so stubborn. I hoped I didn’t make her angry with me.

“I won! :)”

“It’s not a game Harry!” Wow, I didn’t get used to have such talks with strangers. But it was a comfortable one.

“What can you do apart from drawing?”

“I can do... creative stuff. It’s like everything I touch turns out to be successful. You know, what I mean? What can you do? ;)”Either this girl has no complexes or she may not know who I am.

“I can fool around. And sing. And someone says I can dance. You know who am I, right?”

I heard a sudden loud knock on my door. Damn it, it was time to go.

...
-“Why are you so shining Harry? Did you celebrate your birthday well and remember everything?” Liam asked me and laughed while we were driving in a car to the TV studio. The rest of the guys looked at me.

-“No, I’m just in a good mood.” I answered smiling. “Why are you looking at me like this? I’m serious.” Everyone rolled their eyes.

-“Harry you can never be serious.” Niall said and everyone returned to what they were doing. We all looked awful. Thanks God, we have Lou.

We arrived to the studio in 20 minutes, then Lou turned us in normal-looking guys and the interview started. Lights, camera, action as it’s said.

-“Hi everyone. It’s Rachel Reed in the studio. And today here with me I have a unique five. The guys who won the whole female half of humanity. One Direction!” Creepy girlish squeal stunned the studio. I shuddered. How many years have gone already, and I still didn’t get used to it. “Hello, guys”

-“Hi, Rachel.” I said and the boys also said “Hello”

-“So tell me, what can we expect on your concert tonight?”

-“You ask as you’ll be there. Am I right?” Charming Niall joked.

“Absolutely, I would never miss your concert guys!” A young woman supported him.

-“Well, lots of your favourite songs from our last album.” – Liam began – “And fun, fun, as usual lots of fun” The girls started screaming cheerfully. –“Yeah, yeah” Liam said in his sexy way.

-“Fun!” I said loud jumped on a couch.

-“Pay no attention to Mr. Styles. He’s in a quite cheery mood since this morning.” Louis waved his hand in my direction. “Next question.”

-“Yeah, Harry, you had a birthday couple of days ago. Firstly, congratulations...”

-“Thank you.” I said, shaking my head. “Big boy.” This Rachel laughed lightly.

“So, how did you celebrate this big event?”

-“You better not ask me.” I chuckled and covered my face with both hands.

-“Okay, I will assume it was unforgettable.”

-“Oh yeah, it was!” Zayn and Louis said together.

-“What a synchronicity!” She paused. “Okay, boys, your fans seem to know everything about you. But tell us one thing they don’t know. I’m speaking about your relationships. Who has a girlfriend?” Jesus, the same questions all the time.

-“Zayn, Liam and Louis have, Niall don’t and me...” I paused for a couple of seconds and the studio like froze. “I don’t have one either. At least I don’t find anybody in my bed in the mornings.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows in bewilderment. Why nobody understands my sense of humour?

A couple more questions about personal life, habits, families and we were free. Well, not free at all. We headed to soundcheck. So we had a lot of spare time after it and I could do my own business. Wi-Fi worked intermittently so I couldn’t go on twitter straightway. The last thing I asked that was whether she knew who I was...

“Harry Edward Styles (born 1/02/1994) is an English pop singer and actor, known as a member of the boy band One Direction. Google said that.” “But seriously, yes, I do. At least because I drew you. You’re famous and almost every girl in the world wants you.””Every your move is traced. You manners are tried to be imitated. I’m familiar with it.”

“What do you mean by “I’m familiar with it”? Are you famous?” I replied and waited for an answer. But she didn’t reply. That was strange. I was thinking about her not wanting to talk with me anymore. “See it, Styles? I told you you’re a boring piece of shit that can only sing and jump around on stage” I told myself.

Despite the mood, I enjoyed the concert that day. And suddenly, at one moment I looked at the boys and realized how lucky I was. We were. Surely, I knew it before but it just hit me. And what could happen if we hadn’t all of this? I would probably have inconspicuous life, would find strange and boring girl and wouldn’t achieve anything. Thanks God I will never know that.

At night there was still no news from the girl and I was down. Never in my life had people just stopped talk to me like that before. She definitely dumped me now.

Notes

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