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A queasy feeling.

Chapter Two

At first Tiffany wasn't going to bother trying to chase after Harry considering she threw up her corn dog all over him, but something urged her to. She figured that she at least owed him some sort of apology since he was nice enough to ride a ride with her and she completely ruined it with her nasty self. Just the thought that she threw up all over him made her feel even more sick than before. He would probably never want to speak to her again and odds of him riding more rides with her after this were very unlikely. She shook her head, pretty much ashamed of herself, before walking off down the path that Harry ran. Maybe she could buy him a sno-cone to make it all up to him. . .She shook her head again. A sno-cone would never make up for getting puke all over him.
Tiffany wasn't sure if she was going the right way, but she figured he would have run off to the bathroom to clean up and there were only a few bathrooms around that he could have possibly gone to, so she picked the closest one and waited nervously outside of the door. What could she possibly say to him when he came out? 'Hey! Sorry I puked all over you, but here, I bought you this novelty shirt with a cat on it as a replacement for you! Hope we can be friends!' No. That would not work at all. Except, she really did buy him one of those cheap stall shirts with a cat on it, just in case he needed it, but she figured once she handed it to him, he would think she was weird and just walk away. She really wouldn't blame him at all if he did that. In fact, if he didn't do that, she would ask him if he was feeling sick because anyone in their right mind would leave the girl who threw up all over him in the dust.
A man who seemed like he was in a rush to get to the bathroom, was coming towards the bathroom that Tiffany was standing by. She felt bad by doing so, since he looked like he really had to go, but she stopped him and asked him if he could give the cat shirt to a person who might be in there with puke all over their clothes. The man wrinkled his nose at her horrid description, but agreed to do so nonetheless. Tiffany thanked him before leaning back on the wall and waited for Harry to make his grand exit.
She thought over and over again in your head what she was going to say as an apology. She started thinking that the sno-cone idea really wasn't looking too bad at this point. Any kind of peace offering would seem good as long as she was truly sorry for puking on him after he was very kind enough to ride the ride with her rather than let her ride by herself.
"Man. . ." she thought, "Now that I think about it that way, I feel terrible. . . Maybe I should go dig a hole and bury myself in it. At least that way I would never have to worry about seeing Harry again, even though she loved him. It's better to be hidden from him than to ever go through that traumatic experience ever again. Or maybe I could-"
Her thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening. She quickly stood up straight when she realized that Harry was the one coming out of the bathroom. He looked at her with cautious eyes, but she could see a small smile playing at his lips. Obviously he liked the shirt gesture, because he was proudly wearing the clean shirt that dawned on cute little kitten on it. Tiffany bit her lip and looked down awkwardly, completely forgetting everything that you could possibly say. She was just waiting for him to walk away now so she could go off and find a perfect spot to bury her hole in because she knew that was going to happen.
"You know," Harry started to say, "It's not a big deal. It happens to the best of us. You shouldn't feel so bad about it."
Tiffany looked up and smiled at him, happy that he was so cool about it all. "I really am sorry. I had no idea that I was going to get sick. Who knew eating a corn dog before riding a ride would end up so badly?" She snorted sarcastically. She really should have known better.
"Like I said, it's fine. I got an awesome shirt out of it in the end, so who am I to complain?"
"It is a very nice shirt on you," She giggled.
Harry smirked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "Thank you. I know that my sexiness right now is at an all time high. Try to contain yourself." She laughed out loud at his cockiness. "Anyway, how about we go ride some more rides now that your stomach is empty?"
She nodded, really happy that you could still hang out with him. He mumbled a quick 'okay then' and led her over to where the kiddie rides were. She laughed as he explained that he wanted to make sure she was really okay first before riding the big stuff. Kiddie rides with Harry Styles? How about yes.

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